Tuesday, November 6th, 2012

[identity profile] new-it-girl.livejournal.com
Hanna was very grateful to have made it through the weekend without any of the weirdness happening to her. She was hoping maybe this meant she'd get through the whole week without any crazy incidents.

It wasn't to be. The random blue donkeys and red elephants fighting in the aisle made that impossible. They were loud.

"Can't you jackasses take it outside?" Hanna exclaimed.

A donkey glared.

"No offense."

Hanna rubbed her forehead, dreading the headache that was sure to last the whole day.

Caritas- Tuesday

Tuesday, November 6th, 2012 11:11 am
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[personal profile] throughaphase
Kitty had never worked on an election night before, but she figured it'd either be dead tonight, or super busy because, well, alcohol. So she put CNN on the TV in the back room (their reporting sucked now but the graphics were nifty) and put up a special.

SPECIALS
RED OR BLUE DRINKS

YOUR "I VOTED" STICKER GOOD FOR ONE FREE DRINK!


And even if no one showed, the little elephants and donkeys getting zapped out of the bar whenever they started fighting would at least be entertaining.
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Victor was distracted in the shop today, though he fixed a couple small appliances without really thinking about it. He had to come up with the perfect gift for Olive -- something witty, and cute, and affectionate but not scary. And it had to fit within his budget, which was not exactly a fortune.

He spent so much time poking online for gift ideas that he almost didn't notice the cherries and blueberries multiplying on every flat surface. The shop was apparently dressing up for election day.

[OOC: Open if you do not mind the play of slow and distracted!]
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It seemed like Tiny was less than thrilled with the way Max showed up to the bar two hours late, snagged (and paid for, of course) a beer for himself, and promptly started placing bets with the DJ on who would win the tug-of-war over a small maraschino cherry on the bar, the tiny donkey or the tiny elephant.

Max did not care very much about Tiny's opinion, though, and he was pretty sure he couldn't get arrested for dogfighting if the animals in question a) weren't dogs and b) were doing it without any encouragement from him, so he couldn't care less.
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Karla was not best pleased to have to wade through some kind of pitched street battle between little red elephants and tiny blue donkeys. They were literally butting heads with one another right in front of the restaurant today and whenever she drew close enough, they'd stop what they were doing and make all kinds of noise to try and get her to side with one group over another.

Ugh, it was worst than dealing with squabbling children, it really was.

Finally getting into Cafe Luke's, Karla saw that most of the staff were huddled around a TV, watching as polling numbers were being reported. "You guys know that you have hours until the polls close, right?" she checked. Their only response was to hush her, so Karla just shook her head and retreated to her office. She was very tempted not to come out until the election was called.

Specials
Poutine
Donairs
Maple-Cream Filled Chocolate Moose


[OCD free. Mod your restaurant tonight, I'll be glued to my TV. And bottles of wine]
[identity profile] monkeymonkeydie.livejournal.com
If you put your ear to the asphalt, you might be able to hear the rumbling. Pattering. Whatever. Dozens of tiny, tiny legs all running at once.

Before long, you'd see them: dozens of little red elephants and little blue donkeys, each the size of a mouse. Over the rest of the island they were fighting with each other, but here they were stampeding together, their differences forgotten.

The reason for all this bipartisan panic was following right behind, nipping at their heels with his one pointy fang. Sure, he was just playing with them... but he also wasn't. If he caught one -- and he was trying his hardest -- he was going to eat it.

"WOO-HOO!!! DONKEYDONKEYDONKEYDONKEYDONKEY!!!"

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