Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

Steven was in a chipper mood at work that day. He was past a difficult time of year on multiple levels with - well, not no problems but nothing that couldn't be handled.

Now he was at the job he enjoyed taking care of the various tasks he looked forward to. In this case updating the displays to highlight anything which related to spring somehow.

Steven was content enough he even hummed a song to himself as he worked.

He was, as always, interruptible.

[open!]

The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (3/13)

[drumsticksandd20s]

Steph was not immune to certain Tumblr memes, and she did love a good history nerd joke from time to time.

Which explained today's display theme.

Sure, it was two days early, but why waste the opportunity when she thought of it?

[OOC: Open!]

Pixie Dust; Thursday [03/13].

[beautiful_boc]

Most of the things at the front of the store this week were green; Boc wasn't sure when that happened, as the store's stock seemed to have a mind of its own, but he did rather like it. Green was such a fresh, lovely color, so it was pleasing to see.

One of the employees explained to him that it was for something called St. Patrick's Day, which was how Boc wound up with a glittery green top hat today instead of his usual well-worn cap, especially since if snakes in Ireland were anything like the ones he'd heard about in the Lands Between, it was a good thing to avoid them!

Pixie Dust is open!

Il Pollo, Thursday Evening

[mustbeawitch]

It seemed that the Supper Club's rotation of restaurants had, happily, brought them back to where they began. As she already had some familiarity with the menu, she did want to try something different this week, although she was definitely still getting the tiramisu.

She wondered what her friends would decide upon, and if anyone new would show up this week. Finding out was part of the fun!

Il Pollo is open, and welcome to Supper Club, everyone!

The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

[ifwebeworthy]

Things seemed to already be in the festive spirit at the Devil's Nest, but Thor could not particularly care. He had very little to do with Ireland, after all, and he quite liked snakes, so he thought it rather cruel of that Patrick fellow to drive them out.

Nonetheless, when in Rome and so forth.

Special
Guinness

The Devil's Nest is open!

Needful Things, Thursday

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy didn't pay a whole lot of attention to things like calendar dates as a general rule -- honestly, time was pretty meaningless in his world. A single battle might happen and yet six months would have gone by. Or he'd go through what felt like several years and discover it was still the same month. . . .

But everyone felt like that, right? Everyone watched their friends age from young teenagers to full adults taking care of babies of their own without seeming to age a single day themselves. That was just how life worked.

Anyway, that was all to say: even if he did track things like the Ides of March, he'd have no idea it was happening this weekend.

The store, on the other hand?

"Huh." Remy looked around, bemused. "Harley got a thing for pots now, I guess."

Enjoy Needful Things' sale on elaborate Grecian urns.

[I just finished giving a demo to see if we could get an AI to do part of my department's job for us. Phoned in post is phoned in, but ultimately OPEN!]

Luke's, Thursday

[betterthanaplan]

The diner was playing German techno when Duke came in today.

"What. The actual. Hell?" he asked.

"It's for Billy," Ali said.

Duke looked at the busboy. "Okay. What the actual hell?"

"I'm Cory," the busboy said with a roll of his eyes.

". . . Then who the hell is Billy?!" Was he the singer, who seemed terribly upset about . . . something? Maybe an old German techno guy had died or something?

His kitchen staff gave him affronted looks. And proceeded to ignore him the rest of the day. While the techno just kept blaring.

Billy the delivery guy who showed up in the late afternoon was very touched, though.

Today's specials
Kabeljau in Senfsoße

Luke's was open. And hardcore!

[I KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS SHUT UP. Also, is it weird that I am decompressing from an hour of presenting with 90s German dance music while coding German language tax treaties?]

Pick Your Poison, Thursday

[witchoftheflesh]

Boston had decided to accompany Adrian to work today, and, not to be outdone, Bran had decided to come along, too. They two of them seemed to be in the middle of some kind of tiff and Adrian was wisely staying out of it. He knew from regrettable experience that attempting to intercede resulting only in accusations of bias from both of them - a feat that was truly impressive considering Bran was a broom that couldn't actually talk. Why an argument between them resulted in them coming in with him, but so long as they both behaved themselves in front of customers, Adrian really wasn't going to complain.

Welcome to Pick Your Poison, where a cat is in the window, a broom is sweeping the aisles, and a witch is behind the counter.

Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

In between calls regarding lawn gnomes up to no good, Watts was spending his time slogging through a workbook on Japanese kanji.

'Slogging' being the key word here, as his atrocious handwriting in the Roman alphabet absolutely translated (heh) to kanji.