Goodvalor's Little Bivoli, Sunday

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With the school taking off for the week, Zayne decided to stick around and see to his other jobs. Because, really, even with a week's vacation on one job, he was still more than busy enough to justify staying put. This was official Catch Up Week for him.

Today's Special:
Nothing spicy

It seemed appropriate.

[OOC: No OCD for I am lazy today.]

The Causeway, Sunday Morning/Afternoon

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It was that time of the year again: spring break, with its travels to far away and exotic locales! Like Brazil.

Teachers and students had been asked to assemble at the causeway as per usual. Their portal would be leaving early on into the afternoon, so there was plenty of time to pack up your things and hurry on down to catch it.

So, the question remained: was everyone ready for some fun in the sun? Or was there still too much bodyswappy freaking out to be done?

Stay tuned.

[[ gather all, gather around! ]]

The Devil's Nest- Sunday

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Susan had skipped the trip. She just couldn't imagine herself anywhere with Carnivale without a very good reason, and going home for the week was... potentially strange, so she decided to enjoy a quieter town instead.

It also meant it would probably be a quieter night at work, so she'd brought a letter to work on for when she had down time, and was happy to not be dealing with anyone's hormones or anyone swapping bodies. That she knew of.

The Devil's Nest was still open!

Lobster Hut, Sunday Evening

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Anna was having a great day. After having ice cream for breakfast, she'd embarked on a personal grand tour of Fandom's restaurants. A food crawl, if you will. Nachos: delicious. Froofy coffee drinks with whipped cream and flavored syrups: yes, please. Sushi: the jury was still out. Anna thought she rather preferred her fish cooked.

Which was how she found herself, in Kenzi's body and Kenzi's clothes, at the grand finale of her day...Lobster Hut. As a poor girl in Ontario in the fifties, lobster was the kind of thing Anna had only dreamed of, and now they were bringing one to her table with drawn butter, all for her. And if she was sitting there with knife and fork clutched in hand, a gleam in her eye, well...this was probably her only chance to eat lobster, and she was trying not to think about why. Allow the girl her manic glee and gluttony, just for today, because tomorrow, she'd probably be dead again.

((Open restaurant is open!))