Stark Industries, Wednesday

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William opened up the shop, glad to be clad in familiar clothing once again now that the machines were back in working order.

He settled in to check his email... and sighed. "Oh, this is ridiculous," he muttered. Why was he being offered software? Or watches? Or... no, he wasn't going to think about that last one. And what on Earth was the "IRS" and why did they seem to think he'd filed taxes for a nonexistent spouse?

Arms Hotel, Wednesday, 11/16

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Quinn spent the first part of the day on the phone, fighting with Portalocity. They'd been getting a lot of cancellations and no-shows due to portals going awry, and Quinn was hoping she'd at least get some kind of refund for the empty rooms.

No dice, so far. But a girl could dream.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Not a Portalocity Affiliate.
Today's Specials: Tuna Tartar
Banana Split cupcakes

[OOC: Open hotel, will pick up pings tonight!]

The Boards, Wednesday - Auditions for the Winter Showcase!

[furnaceface]

Second verse... hopefully decidedly different from the first. Sunday had been the first attempt at auditioning people for the Winter Showcase, and that had gone about as well as was to be expected, considering the fact that most of the population of the island had been... five. Today, there had been a few callbacks, and Jono had gotten word of a pair of sadistic teachers who were making their students either audition here or perform something in class, and so he really had no idea what the turnout was going to be.

Either way, the sign was in the window again:

AUDITIONS
FANDOM ISLAND WINTER SHOWCASE
Give the rest of the island a taste of your winter traditions from home!

No pizza today, though. Jono figured that the residents on the island were probably self-sufficient enough to keep themselves fed today, if nothing else. There was a television set up in the lobby, though, playing highlights from Sunday's auditions, including but not necessarily limited to the three girls who had actually gone onstage, and Troy in a chicken suit.

You're welcome, Troy.

[Open! Come in and try out for the Showcase! And if your characters don't have any prepared material, no sweat. We'll throw something at them, if they need.]

Turtle and Canary, Wednesday

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Hank was in his Ratman costume today, in case the time-travelling robot assassin baby came for him. Not that the costume would actually help in any way, but he FELT cooler.

...And if the SquishyBot was looking a little down today, it might have been because she had been hoping the baby WOULD kill him.


Today's Squishy Flavors: Red, (out of order), Red

The Beach, Wednesday Afternoon

[endsthegame]

Between several of his oldest friends disappearing, the troubles - or rather, lack of communication about the troubles - of Ben's homeworld, Tony's curious message and absence, and what last weekend had stirred up, Ender's mind hadn't exactly been quiet over the past few days. Ben helped, there wasn't any question about it, but only for a certain portion of the time.

And so, with questions buzzing through his head on all sides, he'd finally decided to come out here, by the water, where the expanse of the sky above them was most evident. On his own, quiet - barring what comments Jane made, but even she didn't say much - and thinking.

He sat down on the dry sand and stared out over the water. At the very least, he could find enough peace to focus on one problem instead of all of them. If he was lucky.

[[ open! ]]

Cafe Luke's, Wednesday

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Lion-o was spending an awfully long time staring at the ingredients he pulled out of the walk-in fridge. Occasionally someone from the kitchen staff would ask what he wanted as today's special, and Lion-o would shush them. He was having trouble making up his mind, but he figured that if he stared long enough, he'd come up with some sort of idea...

In the end, the cook decided to just go with a regular standby.

Today's Specials
BLT Burgers
Waffle-cut Sweet Potato Chips
Caramel Pumpkin Pie

Caritas | Wednesday

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Nathan wasn't at Caritas today. Nathan had called in and told Tino that he was going on a 'fucking bender' on the mainland and to not wait up for him. He was going to see tits and ass and drink until his stomach had to be pumped.

Tino just sighed and got to work manning the bar on his own.