Magic Box, Sunday, Oct. 19

[not_every_mage]

It was a crisp day, with a distinct nip of frost in the air that made Anders pull his coat closer around him on the way to work and riots of red and yellow leaves eddying about with every breeze. The harvest decor that had infected the shop since July finally fit the weather outside.

Which, naturally, meant the box Anders opened as soon as he got to the shop was full of winter-themed decorations -- tinsel icicles, paper snowflakes, and dozens of figurines of a fat white-haired man in a red suit.

It seemed early to take down the autumn decor, but Anders hated to leave the latest supplies in their box to rot. Which was how the skeletons ended up decked in tinsel, and a fleet of tiny Santa Clauses came to be posed among the pumpkins in the window display. It was cheerful, if a bit of an overload for a fairly small store.

[OOC: Open Magic Box, no OCD!]

The Gig, Sunday

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani was not having a good day. She had a headache, a backache, and a strange craving for peanut butter M&M's. Sitting around the house was not helping her feel any better, so she was doing the next best thing. She was currently at the stable attacking hay bales with a pitchfork. The horses needed fresh hay anyway.

It would probably be best not to get in her way unless you were bringing her more M&M's. Either way, The Gig was open.

Groovy Tunes, Sunday Evening

[furnaceface]

No, it wasn't Jono's usual day to open up the Groovy Tunes, which was why he hadn't technically opened it. But his portal here from Kaeleer for what would have been yesterday's shift had come across some technical difficulties, and he'd wound up stranded in the middle of nowhere - quite literally; his portal had dropped him off in a vacant void for almost a full day - until another portal had arrived to bring him here.

So, he was doing inventory. He was exhausted, and he had Joni weaving around between his ankles, but at least he was finally in a place that wasn't just a full expanse of nothingness. He was listening to the first CD he'd pulled from a new shipment, which mostly just meant that he was listening to Silverchair instead of Pearl Jam this week. The open sign wasn't on, but the lights were, and the door wasn't locked.

Make of that whatever you wanted.

[Expecting one, but can be open! Thread with Hannibal last, chronologically.]

The Onsen, Sunday, Late Afternoon

[myownface]

Yeah, Sparkle hadn't even known that the onsen was a thing until just today, when he'd been out walking, skipping out on his Demon Marcus shift because, meh, he just hadn't felt like it. He'd stumbled across the place, and had finally gone inside to investigate, pausing with one foot in the door before turning right around to get a towel.

Because, come on. Like he could pass this up? Now he was up to his chest in hot water, wearing a pair of yellow swim trunks (because yellow) and loving the hell out of every minute of this. Why didn't he know about this place before? Now he was pretty sure he was just never going to ever leave.

Ever. Shit, sometimes Fandom actually did things right.

[Expecting one, but can be open!]