Magic Box, Thursday, 1/19

[life_inshadow]

Tara had gotten Kennedy's text a few days before -- not that her response was doing anything besides sitting in her out box with a error message. Still, any week she heard anything from Sunnydale was a good one, even if she really wished her ex wasn't still prepping for an apocalypse. Thinking about what that could mean tended to give Tara a stomach ache.

But that was a worry she couldn't do anything about, so Tara set it to the side. The shop was quiet so far, and there wasn't any new merchandise she had to deal with. Tara put a Sarah MacLachlan CD on the store stereo and made herself a pot of peppermint tea, prepared for what she hoped would be another low-key day.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD.]

Stark Industries, Thursday all day

[child-of-rer.livejournal.com]

Sov had been rummaging through the shelves and found some kind of electronic game at the bottom of a box. It looked really old, especially considering what you could do with the computers (one day they would have to stop being intimidated by them), but it proved addictive anyway. Should someone need their help they would put the game down, however,

[open]

Caritas, Thursday evening (1/19)

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi had hidden the zombies' duct tape until they agreed to play New Wave tonight. Way more Romantics and Eurythmics than they usually would have agreed to.

The sign said: Half-off drinks if you prove your reality is weirder than a reality show.

[ocd-free]