Trooper Station, Saturday

[firstofitskind]

He had a beach date to get to later in the afternoon with his and Verity's guest, but in the meantime... Liam was at the Trooper Station. Catching up on paperwork (what the hell was birthday season, Bee Lady? Honestly) and here in case any visitors who might want to talk to him wanted to stop by.

[ooc: I'm about to flee for work shortly, but will be around for SP.]

Fall Family Festival!, the park, Saturday

[intotheout]

StuCo had been busy since folks had last left the park. What had been a very nice glittery picnic had been transformed into a (glittery) fallstravaganza, full of scarecrows and decorative gourds. Crisp, brightly colored leaves covered the ground, despite the still mostly green ones still clinging to the actual trees. The scent of melted butter and warm spices filled the air. They'd somehow even managed a corn maze, despite the distinct lack of anything resembling a corn field having been in the park before.

There were pumpkins literally everywhere.

The weather was threatening to top 90°F, but StuCo didn't care. It was fall dammit!

[OCD is up! Have at ye!]

The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[redhairgoldheart]

Mary had successfully evicted the gremlin from her closet without getting bitten, which she considered a major accomplishment. Unfortunately, it appeared that the gremlin had made off with most of her wardrobe. (Why the gremlin needed so many sequined dressed and all her bustiers was beyond her understanding.) So for once, Mary was dressed a like a non-showgirl in yoga pants and an oversized Las Vegas Neons sweatshirt that she had probably stolen from Danny McCoy in high school.

For now, Mary was behind the front desk sipping her cold brew coffee and trying to remember what happened to the banner she used to put up for Parents Weekend. Hopefully it wasn't stuck in another closet with a different gremlin.

[Room assignments | Hotel Information]

Devil's Nest, Saturday Night

[texted3times]

Eric was opening the club for the weekend because even though he hated people, he liked money (and it wasn't at ALL because Lucifer kept making comments about how many people were or weren't in the bar. He didn't care. He did. Not.)

There was a sign on the door again tonight:

THE DEVIL'S NEST.
WE CARD. A LOT.
YOU'RE WELCOME.

The DJ was playing 1990s country, for some reason, and Eric gave him a warning glare. "You get three Garth Brooks songs. Total."

Eric had lived in Shreveport for a few centuries. Of course he knew country music.