J,GoB ; Saturday Morning

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"On a scale from one to ten," Mindy said several minutes into her conversation with the man behind the counter, "how good would you say the bagels are?"

This had been going on for several minutes. Here in a new place that was not Manhattan, Mindy was determined not to give up the yummier aspects of her weekend mornings. She hadn't even done that in Haiti: Morgan's care packages took care of that. But Morgan didn't seem to think he had a duty to send care packages to Maryland. Mindy disagreed. New York bagels were the only bagels worth eating, and she couldn't just not eat bagels. You might as well ask her to never shower or not read celebrity news.

After a long while, she decided on a chocolate chip bagel with strawberry cream cheese, then munched on it happily while people-watching from a seat by the window. The clerk looked relieved to have satisfied her. Otherwise she would have sent it back.

The Park, 8:22 PM through 8:39 PM, Saturday

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Darkness and quiet had long since fallen over the park. It was evening, and the paths were lit with the usual array of streetlights. Such was the atmosphere that one might be excused for not noticing, at least at first, the aural presence of an invisible choir.

They sung quietly, their voices soothing and bright. At first the words they were singing were indecipherable, sounding like words, but not recognizable as such. Slowly syllables emerged, understandable to those who spoke the right language, until they were loud enough to pick out each in turn.

"Er zijn geliefden in de glorie
Wiens lieve gedaantenis u mist
Wanneer uw aards verhaal besluit
Zult u hen vinden in geluk?"

The words faded. The voices stayed. Until they, too, disappeared.

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The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[gunslingerpose]

Nikolai was nursing a black eye today during his shift at the front desk of the Arms. And, of course, 'nursing' meant 'sucking it up and muscling through.' He'd had a pretty good night out on the town in Baltimore doing what it is that people do in Baltimore (which, of course, involved running around on rooftops and jumping down into alleyways to knock muggers flat on their asses. A completely normal late-night Baltimore activity, truly), except for that one fist that managed to get a little too close.

He had his shades on, as usual, which meant that for the most part the bruising was hidden. Except, of course, that Gunther had noticed, and now he was insisting up and down that the only thing for it was to just slap a raw slab of steak on that eye for a bit.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Peppered New York Strip Steak
Cobb Salad
Twice-Baked Potato

"Gunther, take that goddamn steak back into the kitchen."

The Arms was open.

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Caritas, Saturday

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With a few days left before the start of the new semester at community college, April was making the most of her vacation while it lasted... by doing animal shelter paperwork while behind the bar. It wasn't because it was overdue, either; she just wanted to get it done, and it wasn't that annoying to take care of. Plus, it gave her a reason not to look at Tino while he showed the band his new earrings.

Anyone who came into the bar for a drink tonight might be surprised to see how studious April looked, poring over a thick binder and a separate, smaller stack of paperwork. They might also be horrified by her handwriting.