Caritas, Thursday

[wrongkindofsith]

There was fire burning in the sink behind the bar. An oddly acrid fire. Meanwhile, Tino was protectively clutching a Snuggie to his chest and eyeing Cara with an incredibly hurt expression.

Truly it was a mystery what had occurred here tonight.

[Open and OCD-free.]

The Perk [Friday morning]

[begmetwice.livejournal.com]

You know what was both sort of calming and...oddly off-putting? A coffee shop filled with candles.

The baristas didn't seem to think it was as weird as Irene did, and no one even laughed when she said she felt like she was in that one Sting music video. (Maybe she was just old. Oh, god, that was probably it.)

In any case, she took her laptop to the corner along with her coffee, curling up to poke at next semester's syllabus.

...okay, so that was what she started with, anyway. It devolved into belated Christmas shopping fairly quickly. Because Irene.

[totally open, trying to actually play this week, whoooooo]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

Because spending a week as a bat wasn't enough, Allie had returned to normal just in time for Christmas shenanigans. So far she'd dealt with everything with a minimum of grumbling. But the bar top covered with candles was more then enough to make a somewhat flammable vampire pretty damn twitchy.

It was going to be a very long night.