Fandom Island Gazette Building, Sunday evening

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There was ANOTHER of those damned elf dolls on his desk. Carl reached for it and whistled for Buster. It only took a minute for the dog to come clattering down the hall to the editor's office. Just as he came through the door, Carl tossed the elf over him and out the door. The puppy gave an excited "broof" and jumped, spinning to try to catch the 'toy'. As soon as he had it in his teeth, Buster took off running with the doll. Probably to wherever he'd take off with the others that Carl had given him.

Carl ran a hand over his face, "this island..." At least he had regular lights tonight. And no 'caroling' gremlins screaming outside his door.


He shook his head and then ran his red pen over the latest edits to his article on the holiday insanity going on. He didn't notice the new elf doll appearing in the window sill behind him as he tried to get it into shape for the next issue of the Gazette*.


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*A reminder! If anyone has any slowplay threads that they want to be 'published', or if you have threads that may have missed radio... Just drop a link at Box 13 and I will write them up for Saturday! I can make them regular or whacky cracky! Or heck, want to have your character write an article? Send it in! Carl will be happy to grouse about it and edit it because at least there would be SOMETHING in the paper.


[Oh! Up late, but open!]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

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Most people would be taking it easy on Christmas Eve. Then again, most people wouldn't give her employees the day off and cover for them by herself on Christmas Eve. Even Gunther had taken off for an early start to his holiday. Fortunately, there was plenty of food to go around as Mary kept finding fruitcakes everywhere. They were in the desk drawers, on top of her computer monitor, in the janitor's closet, and piled up under the specials board. Mary even found chunks of fruitcake in her salad at lunch time, and no matter how hard she tried to pick out the fruitcake bits, they kept appearing on her fork just as she was taking a bite.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Special
Fruitcake!

[Open! The OCD is trying to dispose of extra fruitcake.]