Groovy Tunes; Wednesday [ 05/23 ].

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Fawn was decidedly sulking today at work; she considered not even coming in at all, but figured that, in the long run, it was better to go and do something than stay in her room. Because she thought she would be glad to turn back into a human, but she realized that she was probably better off as a pony. As a pony, she was unique and odd, but she was pretty and intriguing. As a human, she realized she was relegated back to being a complete freak. She should have stayed a pony.

When she wasn't busy scrubbing down the counters until her hands hurt, Fawn was curled over a notebook, digging words so deep into the pages that the pen threatened to tear through the paper.

Groovy Tunes is open!

[[ and so is the post! ]]

Turtle & Canary; Wednesday [ 05/23 ].

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Forget working. Britta was trying to get some dirt out of Apu.

"No, seriously, Apu," she said. "How did you pull it off? How come you managed to avoid being turned into a pony last weekend? I'm pretty sure it was just you and, like, two other people."

"Perhaps I do not wish to divulge to my my secrets," said Apu, mysteriously, and maybe preening just a little bit.

"Come on, Apu."

"Perhaps it is just because I have been on this island for so long that I have built up an immunity to such things."

Britta narrowed her eyes skeptically at this possibility, but, slowly, she began to nod. "An immunity," she mused. "Just like with me and the gremlin bites."

Apu's eyes danced worriedly to Britta's arms, but, not wanting to go into that, he just sighed a little and nodded his head, taking up his broom to disappear down an aisle once more. "Yes, Miss Perry," he said consolingly, "that must be it."

Satisfied...at least until the next time Apu came around...Britta nodded and settled back behind the counter to wait for something to happen. And glare at the SquishyBot because of the flavors Valentine seemed to have set for today.

Today's Squishy flavors: Hay Girl Haaaaaay, Hall & Oats, Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Cafe Fina, Wednesday Evening

[endsthegame]

Well, all right, Cafe Fina didn't have milkshakes, but it did have good food; Ender had a feeling Ben would forgive him for it. Especially considering that the first words out of Ender's mouth as he sat down at one of the tables were "I'm paying."

He figured that would work out okay for Tara, too.

"I still maintain you would have been better off going to that gaudy pizza place," Jane whispered gleefully in his ear. "He could smother his face in cheese and she could pretend like it wasn't disgusting."

Next time, he was leaving the Bluetooth at home, though.

[[ for they who are with him! ]]

The Perk, Wednesday Early Evening

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One of April's many (slightly creepy) hobbies was sitting in a coffee shop and staring at passersby. Not looking. Staring.

It was actually one of her favorite activities. There were no words to describe the pleasure that April got from following someone with her eyes from all the way across the street, casting a judgmental look in the person's direction every time they stumbled or picked their nose. That, that right there -- it was pure bliss, plain and simple.

Or it was just a fun way to spend an evening. Whatever.

That was what April was doing this evening, at any rate. Nursing a coffee (which had improved significantly since the last time she'd come here, thank you so very much, barista) and staring at people. Fun, no?

[[very, very open.]]

Demon Marcus, Wednesday, All Day

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Well. Callie was having a miserable day. She had been a pony this weekend, she'd been squawked at by fake Manbirds in class -- even if that one was her own fault -- and she couldn't believe she was stuck on this stupid island to begin with. Only one thing helped when she was in this foul a mood -- well, two, but let's be polite in a public post.

So Callie was going through the new shipment of shoes that came in. What? She was allowed to be girly. Just because she was a demon didn't mean she wasn't a girl. And if opening your own shop just so you could buy designer items from yourself at wholesale prices was wrong, then she didn't want to be right. Because Callie couldn't own too many Blahniks, that was why.

The Help Wanted sign was still in the window.

(Same as before: clothes for differing species, body types, and odd requests; souvenirs from (New) Hell; accessories and shoes!)