The Boards, Thursday

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Drac was milling about, humming to himself happily. He had no idea why, but for some reason he was in a good mood. Maybe today he would get the rest of the parts for the play cast!

Well before the sun's rays hit the theatre, Drac had the NOW AUDITIONING signs back up and the doors unlocked...

2nd Casting Call for Sour Grapes Of Death One year ago, Robert Killingsworth bought the farm. Six months later, he was dead, leaving his widow Elizabeth to tend to their fledgling vineyard and winery on the outskirts of California’s wine country. With mounting debts and no idea how to run a business, Elizabeth is desperate to sell the farm and recoup her losses. The fierce drought and shaky economy, however, have left Killingsworth Farm on the market for far too long. One autumn day, seven people passed through the gates of Killingsworth Farm to see Elizabeth. One of them, Detective Yu discovers, is the last person Elizabeth ever sees. AUDITIONS OPEN

Come in and audition!

No seriously. Audition. He has only two parts cast. Two. Two parts. Ah ah ahhhh


[AU and AU!NPC auditioners welcome! Slow play as I am at work and then personal errands until later tonight EST]

Luke's, Thursday

[lovemykilt]

Sheba had a ten page paper due in one class (on taxes, of all things) and group projects in two others.

Why on earth her classes couldn't just involve making lots of dioramas like they did on that one tv show, she didn't know. Did the teachers really expect her to retain anything she learned while mainlining coffee just to get through the day?

Today's specials
I don't know a burger or something

Luke's was open. You know, sort of.

Trooper Station, Thursday

[fjordicswagger]

Another week, another dull shift, another...

Tamsin abandoned that train of thought as soon as she spotted something vastly more interesting. "Hey, Ralph," she barked, tilting her head to get a look at his... back. Damn it. "Are you giving yourself a manicure?"

Ralph looked up. His armor looked a little more... svelte... than usual.

"I don't care about your life," she called. "Just no nail polish fumes on duty, okay?"

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