Freedom Arms- Wednesday

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Everything was annoying. The lack of pulse weapons was annoying. The arrangement in the displays was annoying. Being on this planet in general was annoying. The only thing that was making Aeryn marginally less angry today was cleaning guns.

So, yeah, if you want to deal with a pissier-than-normal ex-soldier who worked in a gun shop today... best of luck to you, buddy.

[Open if you're brave!]

The Magic Box, Wednesday

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Elsa really had no idea what to make of today's newest shipment at the Magic Box. She had managed to figure out that the shipping box was full of black spheres, and that they had a number 8 on one side, and a little window on what she was assuming was the bottom. But beyond that...?

"Should I ship you back? I don't think you're really all that magical."

'Ask Again Later.'

"Right, then."

The Magic Box was open. And it had a large number of Magic 8-Ball toys just sitting in a box on the counter until... whenever 'later' was. Elsa would deal with them then.

[Open, OCD-free!]

Chilly Boulder, Wednesday Afternoon

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It was a beautiful day. Well, perhaps apart from the air being heavy like a thunderstorm was on its way, but even that could be enjoyed as a display of the grandeur of the natural world. Ichabod had found a table at Chilly Boulder, where he waited for miss Bowen to meet him for an introduction to ice cream, one of her favourite desserts from this time, by the sound of it. He looked forward to the experience, and even more so for sharing it with miss Bowen, the thought of whom made his face warm slightly.

The waitress stopped by his table. Ichabod looked up, and smiled at the pretty girl. "Madam, I am waiting for a friend to join me, and will postpone ordering anything until she arrives. She has promised to be my guide in entering the world of ice cream, which I have been told is an exqusite treat."

The waitress blinked. "That's ok," she said.

Ichabod adjusted the collar of his coat self-consciously. "You see, we are both from times where places like this are not to be found, but she, having been here longer than me, has kindly offered to share her experiences of the modern world with me."

While most of the customers here liked ice cream, and many were from odd places, the waitress smiled tensely at this display of enthusiasm, which seemed a little exaggregated for, well, ice cream. "I'll be back when she gets here then," she said and fled.

[Ichabod is here for Celia, but open]

The Perk- Tuesday afternoon

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Kitty was in a great mood today. She didn't know why, but why look a gift mood in the mouth, right? Not willing to waste all this goodness sitting in her apartment, she went to the Perk, where she complimented the barista's hair and paid for the next person to order.

Now she was sitting by the window with her coffee, watching people go by and looking like she thought life was pretty great.

[Open! Mood crystals are meant to be played with.]

Book Haven, Wednesday, 5/21

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Alana decided she hated the window displays the second she got to work. All the books in it had stupid covers and stupid titles and stupid blurbs on the back. She tried to put together a better one, but it seemed like there were hardly any books in the store that weren't ugly and boring. Finally she gave up on the project and just stacked the books into a pyramid so none of the covers showed, adding a sign in front of the pile.

We have books here.
Some of them might not suck.

That task more or less accomplished, she spent much of the rest of her shift in a wary stand-off with the phone. She held it together for the first couple calls, but if it rang with one more irritating customer -- and they were all irritating -- she was going to lose it.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD. Mood crystal fun ahoy.]

Groovy Tunes, Wednesday

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Eleanor was in a mood today. Anxious, nervous, unsettled. She tried locating some music that might be soothing, but it only made the clawing feeling worse.

She decided, instead, to embrace it, and found music that mimicked the odd shivers inside of her.

Groovy Tunes was open. And loud.

(major SP while I work. OCD-free)

Luke's, Wednesday

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SPECIALS
Fried Indonesian Monkey Toes
Roasted Gingko Seeds
Japanese Salamanders on a stick


Kenzi might have been eating the salamander-on-a-stick just to weird out customers. Then again, maybe not.

Turtle & Canary, Wednesday

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There was a blinding flash of purple light in the back room, and suddenly two figures stood where before there had been only empty space. There was another flash -- apparently, just in case you had missed the first one -- and a sound sort of like "WUMMMMMMMM".

And then the Cheese Panda leaned over and threw up on the floor.

"Didn't I tell you not to touch it?" Mike sighed. He felt like ralphing, too, but like hell was he going to show it. "Next time I tell you not to touch something, how about you try not touching it?" He shook his head. "Oh, you're worse than my granddaughter."

The panda did its best to convey just how sorry it was.

"Yeah, I'm sure you are," Mike replied. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and glanced at the the time. And then the date. "Well, shit. So, here's what's going to happen: You are going to come out to the front with me, while we figure out how things have fared in the days that we've been missing, and then you are going to come back here and clean up this mess you just made."

When they walked out into the store, Apu had an angry glare for them. "Next time you go on vacation," he insisted, "you will do me the favor of putting it on the calendar!"


As always, there was a NOW HIRING sign on the door.

Today's Squishy flavors: Timewarp, Disappointment, Red

[No OCD today, because it was swallowed in a flash of purple light.]