Trooper Station- Friday

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The alarm on Audrey's phone had been ringing at random intervals all morning. By this point, Ralph and the troopers were glaring every time it happened, and she was pretty sure if she got up and left her phone at her desk it would meet with a mysterious and unfortunate end. Audrey wasn't sure by now that she would mind that...

"I turned it off, I swear!" she said when it went off again. Maybe she could blame this on a Fandom thing.


[Welcome to my morning.]

Goodvalor's Little Bivoli, Friday

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Well, hey. The first week of classes had been and gone and nothing had blown up or otherwise gone horribly wrong (though Toby supposed there was technically enough time for something to happen today), so that was nice.

Well, okay. There had been whatever the h-e-double-hockey-sticks hell had been going on with swear words yesterday, but that was just mildly annoying more than anything.

But today was a new day! With yet another vaguely disturbing-sounding special, at least from Toby's perspective.


TODAY'S SPECIAL:
L'LAHSH-MARINATED NUTRIENT GLOBULE

Stark Industries [all day]

[momslilassassin]

After spending a few days on Eros, Ben had some catching up to do on news from home. After laughing a bit at Jaina's voicemail message, he started in on Aunt Leia's reports about the negotiations from Klatooine. A few days listening to Ender's colonists' thoughts and complaints had given Ben new insight and a new respect for how good his aunt was at negotiations.

He'd be happy to help anyone who stopped in, though, especially if they brought coffee.

Demon Marcus, Friday, All Day

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Okay, teaching a class had set her schedule back considerably -- and she hadn't wanted to know what was up with that previous sign. Pixie Dust? Ugh. Most pixies she knew were obnoxious little twerps.

She thought she'd improved upon it considerably, with the dark black gothic font reading

DEMON MARCUS

Okay, a little over-the-top, but it was a chain store, so her hands were tied. And now the merchandise was all set up -- designers up front, cheap stuff near the back, and all the interesting demonic wear over to one side. And at least now the shop catered to a more diverse range of body styles. Most of what she'd found in here before was just humanoid.

A vast improvement over the original. Of course, the room in the back where the previous owner appeared to set fire to tacky clothing? That she just might keep.

In the meantime, she was going to add a small Help Wanted sign to the door, pour herself a glass of wine, and wait for customers to show up and bother her.

(And lo, Pixie Dust is now Demon Marcus. You can see the sister location in (New) Hell pictured here, or go here for the bit of her infopost that covered the shop. Short version:

- clothes for a crazy amount of species/body types, so requests like "I need clothes that stretch so they don't get ruined when I become a Hulk" are welcome, bbs;
- accessories;
- souvenirs of the commercialization of New Hell;
- shoooooooes.)

'Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday afternoon

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Special for new students:
1/2 off any body paint or syrup
with your first purchase!

[ocd-free!]

Devil's Nest [Friday, May 11, 2012]

[texted3times]

It was almost a week past Cinco de Mayo, which meant that Tiny was almost done twitching any time tequila or margaritas were mentioned.

You were on your own if you said something about the mariachi band.

Eric was in the back, drinking vodka and ignoring Tiny's grumbling. Just another Friday night at the Devil's Nest.

[OOC: OCD free's the way to be!]