Stark Industries, Thursday

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That ownership of the shop appeared to have changed hands once again didn't concern William overmuch; so long as he continued to get paid for doing something he'd probably be doing for free on his own time anyway, he was just fine.

The shop itself also seemed to be taking little note in the change of ownership. Or, at least, William was going to assume the handful of blueberries he got when reaching for a screwdriver to open the back panel of someone's mp3 player was indicative of that.

It was hard to tell, really.

The Devil's Nest- Thursday

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It was Susan's first Thursday here, and unfortunately for her, the DJ had decided to follow up yesterday's ABBAfest with Ace of Base.

She had decided very quickly that she most definitely did not want to see the sign whether it opened her eyes or not.

Dite's Decadent Delights, Thursday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Karla had spent all week in Dite's office, going over the books and the inventory in the store, familiarizing herself with any changes that Emma and Kenzi had made over the summer. Today, however, she was downstairs in the main room, drawing up a new floor plan. Not only did it seem like it was time for a change as far as set-up was concerned, but she wanted to start selling some of the self-pampering items that the store in the Umbridge-verse had. Soaps and bathrobes and things that were as lush and decadent as the other items in the store.

"If we move the board games over," she mumbled, trying to visualize the front room, "and keep the romance novels as kind of a bridge between the bath stuff and the novelties..."

Demon Marcus, Thursday

[stars_and_money]

With one successful enough shift behind him, Jeremy was slightly less scared to be at work this week. He was still kind of camping out in the fancy menswear section, though. But this time, it was because he'd finally realized just how diverse the selection was.

Yeah, he was going to be spending the entire day guessing at the different shapes of the people and/or things who were supposed to be wearing this stuff. For instance, figuring out that some holes in the backs of coats were meant for wings wasn't hard, but seriously, he'd found a jacket with only one sleeve. On the back.

He was of course also prepared to help people, if anyone came along to do a bit of shopping.

The Park, Thursday Afternoon

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Yesterday had been trying, from the nightmare wakeup, to the pink pony teacher, to the guy that probably wasn't McCall but looked a whole lot like him. And while he'd slept fine this previous night, Jackson was still feeling the unease. So, he was doing what he usually did when faced with something that upset him: he'd grabbed his lacrosse stick and some other stuff, and headed out into town.

Yes, of course he'd brought his stick with him, come on. He'd been hoping he could keep playing at this podunk school.

He'd considered going to the preserve, but the park had won out, for an even terrain and the slight chance that he'd somehow unearth other players in town, because this place really needed a team. (In just about any sport, actually.) Plus, he had no shame about practising in a semi-public location. So he'd fixed a can on one of the trees and was practising shots using it as a target.

Come on, this was so not the weirdest activity this park had seen. And at least he was wearing his normal clothes.

[ooc: Open, for both Jackson-bothering or general park-related needs! Thread with Derek is chronologically last, though, omg.]

Caritas, Thursday evening

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Kenzi was up to something. Something that meant she wasn't visible behind the bar.

Tino was looking edgy. Possibly she'd been asking him about the antlers.

[mod your bartender, as I am afk!]