MCA Lobby, Saturday

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Zayne was thankful. While last weekend had been a little bizarre, at least it didn't leave MCA in any kind of a mess. There wasn't even a kiddie pool full of water to deal with this time. Really, there was no horrible fallout from last weekend at all... unless you counted the smell in his clothes. Apparently filthy hippie stank lasted after everything else was back to normal. So he had most of his admittedly small wardrobe being washed in the laundry room for the sixth time while he sat behind the desk in the lobby in his old Padawan robes.

There was a sign by the door that said "Rooms Available."

[OOC: If you've OOC claimed one of the two briefly available apartments and want to talk to Zayne about moving in, you can either do so here, arrange a time to do it, or just handwave and fake move in at your leisure. (Or say that you've already moved in.) Whatever works for you! Information on apartments is here. But I still have to update that for the new tenants.

FYI, I'll be afk around mid-afternoon.]

Stark Industries | Saturday

[dollpocalypse]

So yesterday's talk with Ben had been... weird. And it was making Topher try to think about serious things, which was never fun. He tried a couple of distractions, none of them successful, before he turned to idle hacking.

Look, he stuck to what he knew, okay?

Anyway, it wasn't like reading totally public school files was weird or unethical. Ender had asked for privacy, and Topher wasn't going to investigate him anymore anyway, but stuff like this wasn't the same thing.

La la la, names he recognized, names he recognized... wait, who was Lucy?

Oh, check that out. She looked like Quinn, kinda, except for the whole... chubby thing.

...oh. She was Quinn. So that explained that.

"Huh," Topher said aloud, taking that in. Then he shrugged, filed the information away, and made a mental note: School files? Also too boring to be an effective distraction.

Clearly his only hope was to watch some Galaxy Quest or something.

[[ooooopen! done with the permission of chief_cheerio, and specific stuff he's looking at is NFB.]]

Magic Box [Saturday 1/21]

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If there was one thing that Cassie didn't like about the East Coast as opposed to the West Coast was the cold. Snow and icy rain were just two things that she didn't know if she would ever get used to.

However, being in the store seemed to improve her mood and she set about to straightening up displays and looking through the inventory lists. She figured that if she could make notes on anything they might be running low on, it would help whomever usually ordered the stock for the store.

Trooper Station [afternoon]

[sith_happened]

Anakin was in his office, cleaning up some paperwork. Zoe had oh-so-handwavily offered him a position as Dean of Students at the school (between snickers. He couldn't blame her, he saw the irony in it himself), but he couldn't be a dean and the sheriff at the same time.

But he couldn't exactly turn the place over to Ralph.

Decisions, decisions...

[OOC: Expecting one but open.]

Caritas- Saturday

[throughaphase]

It wasn't actually Kitty's shift, but she'd been bored enough to come in and maybe pick up some extra hours. It was nice to be the boss and be able to do that.

And so far she was learning that tricks like stacking a bunch of glasses together and pouring stuff down from the top of the pyramid should only be done when you were sure that Tino was not going to accidentally bump you when you did it. If the glasses didn't break, they'd spill. They'd spill a lot.

Chilly Boulder - Afternoon

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Jake hadn't really meant to start counting the months, but Caroline's insistence to take it one milestone at a time had made him all too conscious of every milestone that ticked by. They were at nine months now and while that hardly warranted a huge celebration, he didn't want to just sit in her room the whole day either. He wanted to do something normal and Monday's class had stuck in his head.

Which meant that Jake was dragging Caroline through the rain and into town to eat ice cream. Never mind that this wasn't a warm summer holiday and they weren't in Venice. (Or had that been Florence? Um, some Italian city.)

"I think we should get a sample of all the flavours they've got," he announced once he closed the door behind him, shutting out the rain and wind.

[Jake is here for Caroline, but Chilly Boulder is open to all.]

The Devil's Nest, Saturday, January 21st

[nookiepowered]

"Dude. Seriously. Dude."

Bo should have known to stop saying that by now, since it was the third time someone passing by had thought she was talking to them and turned to stare at her. This time, it was Tiny.

"No, not you." Bo pointed at the vodka bottle. "That. Dude? Seriously? Could this be aimed at anybody but American frat boys who aren't old enough to drink it?"

Tiny eyed the bottle, shrugged, poured some into a highball glass and knocked it back like a shooter.

Bo watched him while he thoughtfully licked his lips. "What's it taste like?"

All she got in return was an eyeroll, though that was directed at the bottle, followed by Tiny grabbing a can of Mountain Dew from the fridge beneath the bar and slapping it down next to the booze.

"Seriously?" Bo looked back and forth between the two. "Why? Why would they make... oh, I get it. You're screwing with me."

Now the eyeroll was for her. Tiny pointed to his empty glass.

Not that she was going to drink out of somebody else's glass, but she did pick it up to smell it. "...Dude."

Bo almost wondered if someone wasn't screwing with all of them and it actually was just over-caffeinated soda in the vodka bottle. It couldn't be too strong; Tiny had gulped that down with no aftereffect whatsoever.

One shot glass later, Bo was only not banging her head against the bar because she was dizzy enough already, thanks.

"Duuuuuude."

[So late. So OCD-free.]