Caritas; Wednesday [11/30].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Someone had given the zombies their own ugly Christmas sweaters. Each individual ones, too, not even matching ones, which was actually kind of impressive? Who knew there was so much variety in zombie-related ugly Christmas sweaters?

The real question, though, was who had got them. Did the zombies get them themselves? Had Tino (sporting his own thematic sweater) hooked everyone up? Was it Summer's (also similarly decked out) doing, to promote the Christmas Rager^TM this weekend?

Considering how they all seemed to be regarding each other with certain levels of suspicion and wariness, it was a fairly good guess that, whatever the answer, none of them actually really knew for sure.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free If You're Coming to the Christmas Party this Friday!

Candy Cane
Cranberry Sauce*
Christmas Cookie
Eggnog
Gefilte Fish

Caritas is open!

Turtle & Canary; Wednesday [11/30].

[sake_shinigami]

The Squishy machine had not been working when Shunsui came in that morning afternoon probably, and after a great deal of effort, he was finally able to get the repairwoman in to have a look at it.

But he was feeling generous today, and only teased her a little bit about the recent lack of maintenance check-ups on the poor thing and how it was only when he got Summer-chan involved to text her about it that she finally responded in any capacity.

"Well, how was I supposed to know it was actually broken this time?" Amaya groused back, before taking one look at the machine and knowing exactly what the problem was.

"Who decided to wrap the whole thing in gift wrap?" she wondered. "Including the air vents! You can't cover the vents, they have to be able to vent!" She took a moment to massage the migraine already building up between her eyes before turning her attention to Apu. "This your handiwork?"

Apu, of course, denied it, shrugging and saying it must have been the new guy. Amaya looked back to Shunsui as if to confirm, but Shunsui just shrugged, because he hadn't actually even been aware that there was a new guy. Well, maybe Summer-chan had mentioned it, but he clearly hadn't retained that information.

Well, whoever was to blame, Amaya could only do so much with some of the insides fried from being overheated due to poor ventilation, so she sorted out what parts needed to be ordered and replaced, slapped down a bill for services rendered, and tried to get out of there before Shunsui could start pulling out those sake cups.

Today's Squishy Flavors

--Out of Order--

Turtle & Canary is open!

Furnado Animal Shelter; Wednesday [11/30].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

It would seem that a few of the cats at the shelter were inspired by the arrival of the traveling frog band's Christmas album, because there was quite a bit of singing going on from a small trio of them.

At least, that was the very generous description Sidon was giving the caterwauling from them that had been going on all day, after very subtly checking in with the vet that they were all, in fact, very healthy and that the sounds they were making were not, in fact, symptoms of distress or pain or some other ailment.

Natural songsters, these cats were not, but Sidon was trying his absolute best to be encouraging toward them and their newfound musical ambitions.

It was a struggle, though, even for him, and he was wondering if any of the back storage rooms were very soundproof, though he planned on leaning heavily on the prospects of better acoustics to shuffle them off that way for the rest of their, ahhh...rehearsal.

Furnado is open!

Wednesday: Plant Parenthood

[mylandmyrules]

Nell had received an unbelievable number of online orders between Small Business Saturday and Cyber Monday so between customers she was working to get them all ready to ship out, hopefully by the end of the day. Still, she knew the value of taking a break from time to time, so she kept her kettle handy as well as some brownies she'd made when she had a craving yesterday.

As usual the kittens were enjoying the space, chasing dust mites, tackling each other, and snoozing in the sun.

Nell might just have been singing while she worked.

Plant Parenthood is open!

Fandom Trooper Station, Wednesday

[hatesparadise]

"I can't believe none if you tried the coffee," Danny grumbled as he fished out the Kona that Steve had already brought to the station.

The troopers? Still untrusting of anything provided by one Steve McGarrett.

"Fine, more for me."

It was a pretty normal day in the office, all things considered.

Dite's Decadent Delights | Wednesday

[begmetwice]

It was the holiday season here at the sex shop, and the sex shop elves were hard at work.

Or, at least, the proprietress was. Irene had once more shed her heels in favor of climbing on her stepladder (safety first, friends!) in order to hang some very classy white fairy lights up along the upper inside of the windows.

There was also tinsel decorating the tables at the front of the shop, which now bore gift boxes with assortments of toys and edible knickers and lube within, as well as signs inviting patrons to create their own gift assortments for whomever was on their naughty list.

(Irene was fairly proud of that, yes.)

Anyway. Dite's was open! And festive.

The Perk | Wednesday Afternoon

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie was deep in the throes of party-planning. (Not so deep as Summer, but to be fair, Annie did not live in the party zone on quite as full-time a basis as Summer just naturally did.) And while pacing around her apartment and trying to decide if it was too early to start inflating things certainly had its appeal, she figured a change of venue couldn't hurt.

So Wednesday afternoon found her cozied up at a table at the Perk with a peppermint mocha (of course!), a notebook (for brainstorming before putting items on her actual to-do list), and...the Home Depot website up on her phone.

Not the outdoor decorations portion of the site, of course.

No, no. She was looking at free-standing bathtubs and figuring out which one would best suit being filled with punch -- a normal thing for one's way-too-effing-early holiday party.

[open!]

The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[okteiviakom]

There was no longer a six-foot tall turkey sculpture made out of stuffing and mashed potatoes on Lucifer's piano!

... Though mostly because it had been two days, and most of the artwork in question was now on the floor by the piano. And probably in the piano, too. Octavia wasn't too inclined to go investigate closely enough to find out for sure.

She would just be frowning at it from afar, hard, for more than one reason. "You need to clean that up," she told Tiny. "And stop wasting food."

(Ah yes, there it was.)

The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (12/1)

[drumsticksandd20s]

Steph had a habit of letting the water in the shower run until it was really nice and hot before she got in, which ordinarily she felt kind of guilty about. Given that it had saved her from being all sticky and having egg nog in her hair this morning, though, she could make an exception to be grateful for it.

She had a Fleetwood Mac playlist on endless shuffle today while she updated inventory and worked on fulfilling the latest batch of online orders, because it just felt like the thing to do -- though of course that did mean a dent in her productivity when "Tusk" came on and she had to get up and do an incredibly flashy air-drums routine along with the entire song.

And then when she tried to do her usual trawl through TTRPG Kickstarters she got distracted again, this time by a video of Amaury Guichon the Chocolate Guy making a whole-ass, functional foosball table out of chocolate. Which meant that she had a wistful sort of smile on her face on and off for the rest of the day, thinking about all the ways she and Gabe could've trash-talked each other over their longstanding foosball rivalry if 'loser has to eat the table' had been a factor.


[OOC: Open, though it is the first of the month so, y'know. No guarantees.]