Book Haven, Thursday

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Rosalind eyed the shelves of her shop when she came downstairs that morning, coffee cup in hand. She knew her shelves, knew where they were supposed to be, and what they were supposed to hold.

That was why, when the shelves from aisle four (self-help and information books) had somehow, over the course of the night, shifted to rest where the romances had been kept… she noticed right away.

And, yes, the romances had taken up their spot in aisle four. Rosalind sipped her coffee, gave the rest of the aisles a long glance, and just shook her head before flipping the sign to open.

The shop was open and there was a sign outside that said:

Now hiring! Apply inside!

If the island wanted to rearrange her store, Rosalind was going to be grateful that it wasn't doing worse. It could, she knew that.

Devil's Nest | Thursday Evening

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Buffy was carving pumpkins at work. Sure, it was messy and it'd take forever to get somebody a drink because she'd have to get the pumpkin goo off her hands first but...shut up. She wanted to carve pumpkins, dammit.

Portalocity Office | 13 Griffin Way | Thursday

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There were a lot of portals coming into the island tomorrow and throughout the weekend, and Sam was somehow sure that something was going to go wrong. So no, there was no way she was looking up from her omni-tool without a very good reason.

The new self-service ticket kiosks were up and running and fully available for customers to use while Sam looked over the schedule of arrivals and departures for the weekend. Over and over and over again. It looked like around 09:30 tomorrow, traffic on the causeway might get a little rough...