Magic Box, Sunday, 09/20

[not_every_mage]

While Anders' roommate was fighting demons and getting visits from very attractive fox-people, Anders was fighting a battle of his own.

It was a battle against a rather enormous pile of invoices and order slips that needed to be entered into the accounting software so bills could be paid before more of those funny red envelopes showed up, but it was a noble battle all the same.

... frankly, Anders would have felt better-equipped to handle the demons.

[OOC: Open shop, open post!]

Groovy Tunes, Sunday

[furnaceface]

The stereo was still misbehaving itself today, and no matter how much Jono poked at it, he couldn't quite get the bloody thing to behave. Really, he figured he ought to know better by now. He'd been doing battle with the blasted thing off and on for half a decade even by the island's standards. But he was almost as stubborn as the stereo was, and so today he was actually taking the stereo apart in the hopes that maybe there was some kind of buggy... weird... Fandom thing inside that was causing it to act out this way.

He found absolutely nothing. And, as an added bonus, when he put it back together all it would play was a selection of variations on Silver Bells as it blasted enough cold air through the speakers to make the shelf it was sitting on frost over.

Groovy Tunes is open. Open, driving Jono up a wall, and, apparently, rather prematurely festive.

//I will take you apart again, don't think I bloody well won't!//

[OOC: Open, OCD-free!]

Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle made his way into Demon Marcus today, a man on a mission. Of sorts. He was at least not completely hopeless when it came to paperwork, just so long as he had a good reason to be doing it, and he figured that the paperwork necessary to get himself a steady paycheck and a managerial position in this place was just the sort of necessary evil that he was willing to kill half a day tackling.

And, when that was done, he was going to do a once-over of the stock and try to get a feel for... something. He wasn't sure what, yet, but there was something about all of this that seemed, to him, to be just about due for a change.

Maybe it needed to carry more mesh clothing, just to piss off Atton.

[OOC: Open and OCD-free! Whee!]