Groovy Tunes; Thursday [12/16].

[x_discospider_x]

Troy definitely didn't know enough about Christmas music to realize quite yet that the version of 'Carol of the Bells' that was playing on repeat over the store's sound system was not quite the same version as everywhere else.

All he knew was that it was definitely annoying after about the third time and he was pretty sure today was going to actually be the best day to personally test out how efficient some of those noise-cancelling headphones actually were.

He was just going to be particularly careful to not get the wires tangled up.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Community Center Class: Beyond Cup Noodle; Thursday Evening [12/16].

[chef_chocobro]

"Well," said Ignis, once it was time to get class started, with a faint smile on his face as he considered his students for the last time in this particular setting, "it seems as though we....and the community center....have successfully made it to the end of the semester. Congratulations are certainly in order, but I should think we'll hold them off for just a bit longer, as we still have one more assignment to complete, and that is for you to present me with a dish of your choosing on your own without my guidance that will hopefully showcase at least a few of the things you have learned in this course. I will say that there has been a remarkable display of attentiveness and improval here that is quite impressive, and I do hope the both of you embrace this approach to cooking with a well-earned confidence and determination."

He would not say that Tisarwat's continued absence at the end of the semester certainly moved the bar higher than it would have should she have returned, but...well...

"With that," he nodded his head slightly, "I have said more than enough in this class; I shall turn the floor entirely onto you now, and let us see what you can whip us for us on our final day. I have no doubt," his faint smile went a little wry at that, "it will be memorable."

Magpie Emporium, Thursday (12/16)

[drumsticksandd20s]

Listen.

Steph appreciated holiday music to a reasonable degree. The weirder the better, of course, but she could respect the classics, too.

Just not this classic, at least not to this degree.

She'd come in this morning, turned on her laptop and tried to cue up a playlist, and...

"No. Uh-uh. Nope. Nope."

It was going to be a very quiet day in the shop today which meant odds were extremely good that Steph, who'd spent the last year and a half of her life before coming here playing music all day for a living, was going to lose her mind by lunchtime. Rearranging the Wall o'Dice could only keep her so occupied.

[OOC: Open, SP disclaimer, etc.!]

Caritas | Thursday Evening

[fortworeasons]

Of course Laszlo vaguely recognized the song that had been playing everywhere, but of course, he also recognized it as his own turn-of-the-century creation, 'Song of the Bosom,' which was mostly an ode to various breasts and had zero things to do with Christmas.

But that was what he was singing to himself as he set out his sign tonight. "Hark, see the breasts, sweet, swollen breasts," and so on. You should all be glad that some people -- unlike Laszlo -- are simply too uncreative to write songs on the fly and thus there would be no additional lyrics featured in this narrative.

Specials
Regular Human Beer
*and also beer for 'disco spiders?'

Laszlo was a very forgetful vampire, but some things stuck in one's brain.

Devil's Nest | Thursday Evening

[defenderofdesmoines]

So, Diego was still a cat, and it was coming up on a week, now. And like, look -- Annie herself had been a dog for nearly five days, so she wasn't that worried yet? But she was worried enough to potentially fuck with the health code and bring him into work tonight.

(Why? What would this accomplish besides making her feel better? If he changed back, he'd do it naked and in front of Tiny, so like...logic abounded, Annie.)

In any case, though, there was a very well-behaved black cat on the end of the bar -- the far end, away from Tiny, who had muttered something relevant about cats not belonging in bars (and wouldn't Caritas have something to say about that, considering one of their bartenders was a cat, dude) before walking away from Annie, per usual.

~Specials
Hot Buttered Rum
Boozy Eggnog

Her boyfriend was a cat, but damned if Annie wasn't still going to be festive nine days before Christmas.

The Photo Hut - Thursday

[flamesburned]

Liz didn’t feel too bad considering she had drank a bit more than normal last night but she had still had fun and had enjoyed singing with Prompto last night.

Both her computer and her phone seemed to be playing Carol of the Bells today when she opened the store and as she set about tidying the displays and making sure everything was organised, she sang along with the song even after all the karaoke she had done yesterday and had been doing these past couple of weeks, she still felt like singing.

[the Photo Hut is open!]