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[personal profile] died8yearsago
The situation might have been lame as hell, but the ride down here had been freaking great. A few hours on the road, just her and her bike, had actually put Rosa in a halfway decent mood when she finally hit the island and rocketed somewhat recklessly down the causeway, thoughts racing through her mind. If she could handle a short time in prison, she could handle a short time on some random island.

She slowed when she reached the end of the causeway, taking note of the parking there before glancing over the cobblestones of the streets ahead of her and the town spreading out in front of her. Yeah, she'd take it on foot from here, give the bike a rest, taking a second to pull her phone from her pocket to remind herself of where her the new apartment she'd arranged was located.

She changed apartments a lot. She'd gotten pretty good at it. And she only had to take a few steps and a glance to her left to already find the building she was looking for. She snorted slightly; that was easy. And then she glanced to her right to see what she was dealing with across the street and noticed what looked like it was probably a bar.

Bike. Apartment. Bar. Bike. Apartment. Bar. A perfect trifecta of everything she'd need just a shuriken's throw away from her escape route.

Maybe it might not be so bad here after all.

[[ i spent way too long just pouring over the map last night like a nerd. But it's open, come say hi! ]]
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[personal profile] newroutines
It was a quiet night at Caritas.

Metaphorically speaking, anyway. Because one of the zombies had somehow gotten hold of a trombone and was now giving his best shot at trying to play it. He wasn't at all good at it, although Mike was mostly caught up in trying to understand how he was managing to push enough air through his rotten lungs to get any kind of a sound out of it in the first place.

Also there were a couple of toy reindeer skittering around the stage. But those actually counted for a quiet night, in Fandom.

[ooc: Open, no ocd!]
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[personal profile] firstofitskind
From his perspective, he'd only existed for a day or so, and thus Liam didn't know much about being a child, really. But he did know that children were supposed to play, and so he'd found his way to the park. And the park had a playground.

Some of the equipment looked as if it needed two or more people to operate it, so he figured he ought to skip those and start with something he could do by himself, like the swings.

This... wasn't too bad, actually. After he got the hang of it, he even managed to get a decent rhythm going. He could see why something like this might be considered 'fun'.

[ooc: open park is open!]
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[personal profile] wouldbenagus
It had been a long couple of weeks, but the place was finally ready. The bar was all set up. The dabo tables were all set up, and manned by the prettiest humans Quark was able to talk into working for him (they weren't the best he'd ever found, but then, humans had never made great dabo girls). The replicators were set up and programmed with all sorts of ridiculous human foods, there were decanters of real blood wine all set for the more discerning palates, and the holosuites were (mostly) debugged and ready to go.

Now all he needed were some customers.

"I miss Morn."

[open! Wheee!]
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[personal profile] throughaphase
Okay, technically Caritas hadn't been closed (shark-induced renovations were expensive and she'd needed the revenue), but it had been a construction-laden mess for weeks, and Kitty had worked super hard on getting it back up to snuff. The floors were new, the bar and tables and booths were new and updated, there'd been repainting and a roof replacement and Kitty wouldn't be able to watch HGTV for a while but it was done.

So tonight there was a party, with posters having been posted around the island. The zombies were onstage playing- and with a table of merch off to the side- Tino was behind the bar while Kitty would either be there or mingling, and they were fully open for business.

GRAND REOPENING!!!
1ST ROUND FREE
PLEASE GET MORE THAN ONE ROUND, THIS WAS EXPENSIVE



[Nar's back! Come to the party!]
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[personal profile] magnusrushesin
Magnus had been longing for his usual Starbucks, but somehow the fact that it was inexplicably raining sharks (h-hallelujah?) made up for the withdrawal. It also meant he got to sort through his inventory of weapons and wander on out to investigate this straight up Gaia Sash level weirdness.

"Something's really fishy about this," he announced, hoping he was the first one to use it. He'd be wrong but bless his heart, he did try.

A small mako shark whipped past, clearly judging his sub-optimal pun usage.

[So open]

Groovy Tunes, Thursday

Thursday, July 13th, 2017 07:20 pm
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[personal profile] okteiviakom
It was Octavia's first shift.

Ever, on any job.

Just another thing to adapt to, she guessed. Jono had left her a note with instructions about running the store, and she was quietly grateful for it. Right now, she was learning to work the till – while shaking her head at the whole idea of it. Exchanging pieces of paper and bits of metal for plastic discs to take them home.

This was going to take adjusting to.

She was still wearing her tough leathers. She was yet to start feeling comfortable in anything else, at least anywhere in public. Maybe that's why the stereo was behaving itself, and actually playing the Elliot Smith compilation she'd wanted it to play.

Groovy Tunes was open and there was a Grounder behind the counter.

[ooc: Open, no OCD!]

Luke's, Monday

Monday, May 15th, 2017 11:41 am
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[personal profile] vdistinctive
"We might be a little slow today," the busboy warned Eliot when he came into the diner. "The cook's turned into a sheep."

"Maaaaahhhhhh," said the cook.

"Right." Eliot sighed and reached for an apron. "Guess the paperwork can wait."

"Um," said the dishwasher, raising his hand. "Can — can I cook this time?"

Eliot raised an eyebrow. ". . . Sure, alright."

Today's specials
Classic Moroccan pastilla
Tajine with lamb and mango
Chebakia


"Really?!" The busboy was trying to shield the cook's eyes from seeing the specials board. "Lamb?!"

"Maaaaahhhhhh," said the cook.

"He knows what he did," said the dishwasher.

Luke's was open.

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