Goodvalor's Little Bivoli, Sunday

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As much as Zayne dreaded a day like this, he knew that it was time to do some droid maintenance. He just wished it was for a less bizarre reason. Honestly, he didn't even know how the cooking droids learned showtunes, let alone got their programming mixed up so that they only communicated in clipped lines from a random selection of them.

Maybe it would be more tolerable if they were at least better showtunes.

Today's Special:
Hello Dolly Bars

[OOC: I don't feel like OCD today. If you'd like to talk to Zayne, you can catch him up front between working on the droids.]

The Gig, Sunday

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Firekeeper and Blind Seer were no stranger to finding odd things lying about the stables, and today was no exception.

Investigation into a barrel tucked into a corner (a barrel she was certain hadn't been there last week) yielded three potatoes, a tomato, and five apples.

Shrugging, she offered the apples to the horses and flopped down on a hay bale with Blind Seer.

Turtle & Canary, Sunday

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As per usual, Dolf trudged the long distance from the dorms to Turtle & Canary in the morning, Saint Bernard hot on his heels and unwilling to stay in the stables despite Dolf's best attempts. Not that he minded as much: Nana was being pretty non-drooly today, and as long as she stopped trying to bowl him over to demand pettings he was okay with it all.

Still, as he opened up the shop, he couldn't help but start counting his wages up in his head. He had more than enough money to buy himself another portal back to the Netherlands if he wanted to - but that wouldn't get him home.

Except home was out there - Cally's message last semester proved it.

He might have to stop by the Portalocity office, just in case.

"Cheese pile-up in aisle nine," Apu called, snapping him out of his reverie. "You must keep that dog of yours away from the panda!"

Dolf jerked up to attention immediately, and ran off to stop another potential tragedy from happening.

Today's Squishy flavors: Cheese, Doom, Red.

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The Park, Sunday Afternoon

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Pulling her leather jacket tighter around her shoulders, Hayley Fitzpatrick went and crouched at the edge of the duck pond. She watched her breath in the cold air, rubbed her red-wool-gloved hands together for a bit more warmth. It wasn't any colder than it could get in Gotham, this time of year, but then again she tried not to spend too much time outside during the winter in Gotham.

She stayed for a moment, looking past her breath into pond itself. Thoughts whirled in her head. Doubts, anxieties, fears, wants, desires. All the questions she had for herself, why did she leave Gotham, what was she wanting here, why hadn't she called any of her old friends? There weren't answers in the pond, in the cold, and she didn't have any answers for herself in her head, either.

She reached into the pocket of her jacket, tugged at the red silk hood that she kept in there. Why was it she felt better with the mask on than she did as plain old Hayley Fitzpatrick? Another question she didn't have an answer for. She sighed a bit and stayed there at the edge of the pond, trying to answer all those questions in her head.

[ooc: Open post!]

The Devil's Nest- Sunday

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Susan had been more than a little social this weekend- for her, anyway- but at least coming in to work tonight felt a little more routine.

If it hadn't apparently been the night of endless Bon Jovi. Not that Susan knew who Bon Jovi was or that she cared, but after a while she found herself getting really tired of hearing about Tommy and Gina.

The Devil's Nest was open.

Caritas, Sunday Evening

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After finally convincing Tora that she didn't need to come see him for the most awkward visit since the last one on Oa, Guy was at work. And making Tino deal with the zombies tonight, thanks.

He'd just cover the bar.

And by 'cover the bar', he meant 'drink something violently green in color. Midori did that to a drink.

Green Lantern