The Gig, Sunday

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Firekeeper wasn't precisely oblivious to the fact that something was going on on the island that was affecting the sexual drives of... just about everyone.

She just didn't care, because procreation wasn't relevant to her (and the idea of sex for enjoyment was just... odd.). Blind Seer, on the other hand, had taken to spending a large amount of time prowling the woods alone, which is where he was now. For the meantime, Firekeeper was happy to sit and chat with the horses.

Caritas, Sunday Evening - After 3MD

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Three Minute Dates meant there was a nice bar full of people who had either struck out or gotten lucky on their dates. Though, this week, 'gotten lucky' was taken to a whole new level, no doubt.

Guy was behind the bar now that the dates were over, rolling his eyes at Tino's attempts to get out of work with a 'Sexual Fever'.

Drink Special
Between The Sheets

The Boards, Sunday Evening [Rehearsal]

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"Okay, everyone," Troy said, as the cast gathered. If he looked a little flushed, well. Maybe it was the heat in the theatre? It was a little warmer than usual. "So we're just about finished working through act one. Today, we'll cover from right after Sword of Damocles through to Lad and Garnet being sent off to bed, and then sit down and cover any questions anyone has so far."

"Yes," Jono echoed, frowning maybe just a touch moodily. "Cover. Please, do stay covered today."

He was entitled to his snits, damn it. He'd spent yesterday looking through Dite's catalogues, and was now trying like hell to not picture anyone in their costume. He didn't want that trauma this week.

Which was why he had a spray bottle in one hand. It was either that, or the rolled-up newspaper. He'd settled on the spray bottle, and he was not afraid to use it.

"Let's get started, shall we?"

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The Devil's Nest- Sunday

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Once again something was going on here, based on all the dirty-named drinks Tiny was fixing at the bar and the hookup music that was beginning to give her a headache. Not so much because of the sound or the beat, but because she kept wanting to either correct the singers' grammar or write to their mothers about them.

Susan herself wasn't quite feeling it. She was however here to greet at the door those who were, which would probably distract her from any lyrics she was able to make out.

The Devil's Nest was open.