Arms Hotel, Wednesday,11/9

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Quinn started her day at the desk with a pile of resident and staff complaints. Apparently people who stay in hotels or work at them were big babies when they can't get any clean sheets or towels.

Who knew, right?

She spent some time researching if they could have the linens shipped off-island until the hotel's washing machines and dryers could be fixed. Or she could tell people to suck it up. That was far more appealing.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Now with Eco-Friendly Laundry Practices
Today's Specials: New England Clam Chowder
Blackberry Tarts

[OOC: Open hotel, no OCD.]

Stark Industries, Wednesday

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With the distraction of the train in the library on Monday, William hadn't had much time to do the research he'd planned on. Which was why he could be found with his nose buried in a book about sonar and echolocation at the shop today.

Magic Box [11/9]

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Today's shift was boring, consisting of Shira unpacking a few shipments and making double-sure nothing dangerous was in any of them before she got everything put in its proper place.

She'd come to the conclusion that she really, really liked her job. It wasn't like anything she might have back home, but it was hers and she was gonna do the best she could at it.

Even if she was still slightly nervous about running into something she couldn't handle.

[OCD-free today!]

Turtle and Canary, Wednesday

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Hank was still partly convinced that the robot baby Professor Skythingy had given them was going to grow up to be Arnold Schwarzenegger and come back through time to assassinate him with its laser eyes. It said something about his home universe that the "Arnold Schwarzenegger" part of that was the only bit that was outside the realm of possibility. He was remarkably blase about it, though -- after all, all SORTS of things tried to kill him on a regular basis.

Still, he introduced the baby to Bob the Squishybot as "Baby Ahnuld the assassin-bot". Maybe they would be friends?

Later on, when Ahnuld started to cry, Hank realized that he'd forgotten to pack the baby formula. That wasn't a problem in a store, though!!! He carried the baby to the dairy aisle, muttering to himself. "So, Jack doesn't think I can take care of a baby, huh? Well, we'll just see about that!!! He's probably all hungry, now, and I know what babies eat -- they eat MILK!!!"

The panda glared at him, and Hank quickly backpedalled. "...They eat CHEESE!!!"

Which was why baby Ahnuld ended up sitting by the cash register and crying while Hank tried to get him to suck on a chunk of mozzarella.


Today's Squishy flavors: Baby Formula, Pureed Vegetables, Red

Caritas | Wednesday

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Nathan and Tino were playing strip poker tonight. Now, before everyone went and got their panties all wadded up and stuck in their ass cracks, Nathan was fully clothed and Tino was only down two shoes and a sock because, lucky for everyone, the game had just started. Nathan wasn't sure if he wanted to see Tino naked but he damn sure wanted to win.

If that meant seeing Tino's pride and joy, well, he'd just close his eyes and hope it wasn't malformed or something. When Nathan won another hand (Tino was a terrible bluffer), he slapped the bar and said, "Lose something, my man!"

And Tino was down both socks now. He was well on his way to losing. Nathan loved that.

The Perk [early Wednesday evening]

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When Joan had arrived on this funny little island, she'd immediately wanted to find somewhere to relax, and maybe take in a little people-watching before her meeting. And while she was a little thrown by what was essentially a job interview in the evening, it wasn't exactly unheard of - how many times had she made reservations for the boys to take a client out for drinks? It wasn't so different, she supposed.

Even so, she knew that rather than a drink, she needed a pick-me-up. So Joan found herself a cute little coffee shop, marveled at the exotic drinks (she had no idea what a macchiato might be; time to brush up on her Italian) and found herself a seat with her coffee.

She was slowly noticing the odd technology and clothing. Somehow, a jump forty-one years into the future hadn't occurred to her yet.

[some sp for the next hour or two but otherwise open yay!]

The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

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Jessica was glaring daggers at the DJ, and if she'd had some weaponry for real she might have been throwing it. For some reason he was playing nothing but Toto tonight.

"Oh my god, did we get transported back to the 80s or something?" she complained. "Because this sucks."