The Magic Box, Wednesday

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Elsa didn't have anything particularly pressing to take care of, from the look of things, when she opened the Magic Box today. In fact, just to keep busy, she was cleaning up around the place, smiling at the tiny pumpkins that were sitting here and there among the merchandise. She'd even found a couple and stacked them, drawing a smiling face on the top one in black ink.

It took her a few hours before she realized that her pumpkin creation looked rather a lot like a little orange snowman. And then she spent the rest of her shift on the other side of the store. Over here. Alphabetizing books.

[Open, OCD-free!]

Book Haven, Wednesday, 08/20

[not_a_moonie]

It was a quiet week between semesters, and Alana was making the most of it by being utterly nonproductive.

Today, that meant spending most of the day reading the Barry Plodder books Evan had left her, blissfully ignoring the boxes of books that needed to be unpacked. She'd almost definitely get to them before closing time. Right now she needed to find out who the quarter-flesh baron was, and why he kept pestering Barry.

[OOC: Open shop, open post!]

Groovy Tunes, Wednesday

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Eleanor did not want to talk about R. Kelly. Eleanor did not want to talk about her time trapped, quite literally, in a closet. Eleanor did not want to talk about all twenty-bloody-seven chapters of that insane, ridiculous song.

Groovy Tunes was open. Just don't ask her about her recent gremlin encounter, all right?

(SP FROM ME OKAY?)

Imperial Junke Yard, Late Wednesday Evening

[suitably_heroic]

Atton set the Ebon Hawk down in the junkyard as quietly as he could. Okay, this spot wasn't perfect - but it'd have to do until he found somewhere to live outside of the ship.

The original plan had been to hang out on Nar Shaddaa until picnic time rolled along, but after picking up on Meetra's death (or worse) he hadn't really been in the mood to stick around. At least not after he'd finally managed to pick himself up off the floor.

So... now he was here.

In the junkyard.

Leaning his head back against the Hawk's flank and staring at the exit.

Right. "Is it too early to get to Caritas already?" he muttered to himself.

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