The Devil's Nest [Monday afternoon]

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Joan was normally quite above this sort of behavior. She inspired this sort of thing, where she was from. But all morning, she had found herself highly distracted by the simplest things -- such as picking up Eric's leather pants from the dry cleaners. The sheer mental imagery had nearly left her fanning herself.

So she did what she always did: she repressed it for now, however she could. She was sitting in a booth in the bar as she went over tax documents today, because that was the least sexy thing she could find. She was smoking, and rather than anything with a kick, she'd gotten some ice water.

In case it was needed to pour on herself, rather than drink.

[open, yes!]

The Magic Box, Monday

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Today's shipment to the Magic Box?

Voodoo Dolls.

Which were sufficiently creepy enough and/or close enough to the ones that ran wild the other that Surreal immediately taped the box back up, threw a Green-locked shield around it, and proceeded it burn it with a witchfire that would leave the floor - and everything else - unharmed.

She was often reckless, headstrong, and volatile, but she was not stupid. If Tara had actually ordered them, Surreal would pay her back. But there would be no dolls in the shop today.

[Shop is open, OCD freeeeee, and slightly burninated.]

Semi-Secluded Spot on the Beach, Monday Afternoon

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Picking up on the occasional stray dirty thought was nothing new for Toby. It happened, he could deal with it. But the constant, consistent, way more prevalent than usual thoughts from virtually everyone on the island? At the same time? Was giving him one hell of a headache.

So he'd left the dorms in search of a relatively secluded spot and was trying his best to recreate the relaxation techniques Ray had taught him, fingers curling into fists, and then back out again, over and over.

It wasn't working so well, no.

[ooc: expecting one, but tis an open beach.]

Goodvalor's Little Bivoli- Monday

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For someone as psychotically repressed as Annie, a week like this was A) hell, and B) wasn't going to end well. But she was glad to be able to come into work and hang out with the droids. Totally unsexy droids.

SPECIALS
I DON'T KNOW. FIGURE IT OUT.

[OCD free!]

Cafe Luke's, Monday

[gastronomistic]

Vincent had been in the kitchen all night. And possibly all day yesterday. This was only partially because he'd kicked the weekend chef out after ranting at him for ten minutes about hurting the poor, defenseless ingredients.

He managed to avoid the temptation to smash anyone over the head with a plate, at least.

Today's specials
Oysters with asparagus in garlic sauce
Arugula, almond, and avocado salad with carrots and a honey ginger dressing
Chocolate-pineapple upside-down-cake with nutmeg and berries

Luke's was open and OCD free.

Dite's Decadent Delight, Monday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Karla had managed to open the store today. She'd walked inside, taken a look at the new shipment of toys, and realized that there was NO WAY she could be expected to work today. Not while feeling like this. Not while staring at a box of vibrators. And bringing it into the back room would be EVEN WORSE, because the back room was where ALL the adult toys and items were. Dealing with the more risque novelties was already bad enough.

It wasn't even worth trying. Karla set Mini-Morton up behind the cash register, set out a giant bowl of condoms, dental dams, and packets neatly labeled 'magic contraceptive tea' with a "FREE--STAY SAFE!" sign in front of it, and left the store.

...With a few free samples from the shipment, yep.

[Mod the store, I'm driving all day]

Caritas, Monday

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Jake had spent most of the day entertaining fantasies of calling Leslie up, grovelling, and then having some fantastic make-up sex. However even he knew better than to think said fantasies would ever actually be reality- at least, in the near future.

So he was self-medicating with shots of vodka instead. Cause that was healthy.