Curiosities, Oddities, and Antiques - Saturday

[voiceoverdue]

In honor of the (finally!) warmer weather, Cecil was wearing only a light jacket today, and didn't have the heat blasting in the shop. Actually, he'd opened the door and the windows that opened, in an attempt to get a bit of light and air in the place.

Foucault was sitting in a sunny spot like a cat, fluffing his feathers happily and watching as Cecil unpacked, dusted, and made sure things hadn't moved since last week. So far everything they were selling seemed to be fairly sedentary, but you never knew!

He checked the calendar, grinned, then put a sign in the window he thought Kenzi might approve of:

Russian Cosmonaut Day!
Happy anniversary, Yuri Gagarin!
10% off all moon rocks
25% off to all Russian cosmonauts (w/ ID)

The store was open for business!


[OOC: Open, no OCD!]

The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[gunslingerpose]

There was inexplicable Metallica playing in the lobby of the Arms Hotel when Nikolai made his way down for his shift. It was clearly coming in through the speakers that usually piped in much softer, much more hotel-lobby-appropriate music, so he wasn't concerned about the possibility that reality was breaking again or anything like that, but nothing that he tried was changing the station or turning the speakers off.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
1/2 Off Burgers If You Sing Along
Nothing Else Matters

Not that he particularly wanted the music to stop, granted. Nick liked a good dose of Metallica every now and again.

[Open, OCD-free!]

The Perk- Saturday afternoon

[throughaphase]

It had been a really lazy morning. Lazy enough in fact that Kitty hadn't even felt like making coffee. It was somehow less work to walk over to the Perk and have someone else make it for her than it was to just not leave her apartment.

She had her coffee, and she'd brought a book that she was largely ignoring in order to do some people-watching out the window. Which was a lot easier to do when people were outside the window.


[Open! Make the town slightly less quiet.]

The Devil's Nest, Saturday, April 12th

[nookiepowered]

"No." Bo crossed her arms behind the bar and ignored the balloon Tiny was holding out to her. "I already told you my terms. The whole thing or no deal."

Tiny held up his phone in the other hand, then made a show of putting it away. Bo just shook her head.

"No. I don't care if you record me. I'm just not doing it without the quid pro quo." She reached out and bopped the balloon lightly. "Every. Single. Verse."

Which was why anyone visiting the bar tonight, including the guests at Warren and Karla's birthday party, would find themselves treated to a high-pitched -- and very long -- performance of I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major-General from the huge guy in the leather vest.

Bo's performance, they'd have to be very good at searching YouTube (or know Tiny's username) to find, and also fast enough to get there before Bo filed the fake DMCA takedown notice. Or the obscenity one. She was still trying to decide which seemed more likely coming from Disney.

[Open! Karla and Warren's birthday party be happenin' in the VIP area; the rest of the joint is open to anyone.]