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puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

There was no bouncer at the entrance to the Community Center, all the better for any underclassmen to sneak into the night's festivities and pray that their own official final dance in Fandom would be half so...red. To be technical, the shade was rust.

Thankfully to the more practical among the StuCo Prom Committee, the Mars theme lended itself to plenty of starry twinkle lights and a decadant foggy mist rising from the dance floor that might just help the chaperones in their quest to look the other way when students got too handsy. That was really all that mattered at an event like this. Well, other than the food on hand and the ability for the punch to merge well with whatever spirits were 'accidentally' dropped into over the course of the evening.

For this was a night to be remembered! Even if all that stuck in the memories of the students was the terrifying spacemen floating around the giant papier mache Mars that dangled in place of a disco ball over the dance floor. Or perhaps it would be the fantastic flavor of the fiery fountain of cherry pie filling. Fake fire, of course, but the filling? Totally real and delicious. Even if it looked a little too much like fiery blood for some people.

Welcome to your 2012 Fandom High Senior Prom!

[ Arrive + Mingle | Photography | Punch + Pie | Chaperones | Dancing | Shadowy Corners | OOC1 | ~~PSST: Go vote!~~ | Post2 ]

Current Mood: pleased

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

Today seemed like a good day for Our Lady Peace. Today seemed like a good day for busying herself with making sure the CDs were all organized and not ... out of order or ... something. Okay. Good.

George was here. But if you wanted to talk to her, you'd have to go talk to her. She was going to pretend not to see people if they wandered in, unless they actually approached her and asked questions.

Being anti-social was all part of the mystique of being a record store employee. Really.

Current Mood: listless

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

Okay, so George was late. If you thought she was going to make up for it by working hard or something ... then maybe you hadn't ever met George?

She had dressed up for Halloween. That was about all the effort she was going to put into caring about things for today.

Groovy Tunes was, in fact, open, and George might take a nap.

(... LJ, I can't post if you keep effing logging me out. ocd-free, but open.)

Current Mood: bored

furnaceface

Work. Jonothon had found work here at the Boards, and a place to stay, both of which he was going to count as a win. And, while yesterday was Halloween and he could very well have just dug through the costumes rack for something to wear in an attempt to enjoy his favourite holiday, he'd opted to mostly just sit low. Take some time to himself. Get his bearings again.

Sitting low hadn't really done much for him, and so today he was going to attempt his other tried-and-true coping method, burying himself in busy work so that there wasn't really much of a chance to think about things. There were floor plans to be drawn out, for the sound booth, for the recording booth. There was so much rewiring to do through the entire building that he barely knew where to start. There were catalogues to rifle through, picking out the best equipment at the most reasonable prices, Troy's generous rich friend back home be damned. Jono wanted to work in a place that could set a budget and stick with it, thank you. If he had his say in the matter, the Boards would be self-sufficient as soon as possible.

He'd be busy for a while.

The front door was open a little, Jonothon had done epic battle with the office computer in order to get it to play on the building's existing speaker system, and a Pearl Jam playlist was playing from Youtube at a point on the decibel scale that was probably detrimental to human hearing. Because some things never changed.

[Open!]

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

All right, after that horrible excuse for a "music" concert yesterday, there was one and only thing George could do at Groovy Tunes today: find as many of those Hannah Montana CDs as possible, and destroy them.

It was her sacred duty, as an employee of a music store that didn't suck. And it would probably piss off that Miley girl who did radio and seemed like a big fan of hers.

It was a shame that she didn't actually own weapons, but CDs were really fragile when you dropped things on them. George was striking a blow for musical integrity today, dammit.

Current Mood: working

puppywithatutu.livejournal.com

The glitter could not be contained! Nor could the moose...despite their plastic nature. Homecoming continued onward, welcoming all late arrivals who were still in time for the main event!

Your 2011 Homecoming Court Announcement!

[ Post 1 | Arrive + Mingle Some More | Homecoming Court | More Drinks + Snacks | More Chaperones | More Dancing | Even More Shadowy Corners | OOC2 ]

Current Mood: accomplished

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

Okay, vacation was over. And George was back to the music shop. And yes, maybe the fresh air and helping people crap had done her some good, but she wasn't going to admit that.

Hey, she made a sign.

10% OFF
IF YOU CONVINCE ME
TO GIVE A FUCK
ABOUT SOMETHING
----
25% SURCHARGE
IF YOU TRY AND FAIL

(open / ocd-free / sp warning / one of those days)

Current Mood: blah

iwishiwasbig.livejournal.com

As was traditional, the start of the end of Parents' Weekend featured plenty of food, benches, chairs, and coffee in the park. After all, the Student Council couldn't let the parents be weirded out one last time without a feast.

The sky was a little overcast, but the temperatures were still above normal, which was a lucky break for the final day of the weekend.

[OOC: Have fun!]

dollpocalypse

It was nearly the end of the lunch hour, and Topher still hadn't met his quota.

Ever since he had been turned out onto the street by his one-time benefactor, Topher had been forced to satisfy a set amount of clients per day. Despite hating every minute of it, Topher had watched as his life became an endless routine of john after john, spending endless afternoons out on the street waiting to be approached. It was miserable, and yet, The Russian wouldn't accept anything less. Topher didn't want to know what she would do if he didn't bring in enough money for the day. It would be cruel, he knew that, and he would surely end up suffering far worse than an afternoon spent on the streets.

So this afternoon found him like all the others: waiting, shivering, and contemplating the misery and despair that was his life. Maybe one day he would fall in love, he thought wistfully, and rise above the emptiness that had consumed him for so long.

Wouldn't that be nice.

[[Open! Though there will be no actual sex happening. Topher will just probably weep at anyone who tries to pick him up.]]

stars_and_money

There was something minorly weird going on on the island. Jeremy could tell by how much trouble he'd had getting into his closet earlier today, when he'd wanted to pick out a nice suit and shirt and a good tie that went with both. He'd eventually wrestled the closet door into submission, but the experience (along with the random little gates in the stairs back at the dorms) came back to him as he was escorting George into Il Pollo, through a door the staff were currently trying to get propped open because they kept having to come and open it individually for everyone who came in.

But he cared not, because he was on a date, and he gave George a winning smile as they were being shown to their table. "Did I mention yet that you look great, George?"

He had.

[ooc: Jerms is here with the slightly modded giiirl, but post is open for your other Il Pollo needs, sure sure.]

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

So ... George had a job. Not the same job as before. A different one. She was working for her roommate. The new roommate. Not the old one. Although they both had run the music shop, so maybe that was a fucking sign or whatever.

She put a sign up in the window.

10% Off If You Can Explain To Me
Who This Katy Perry Person Is
And Why I'm Supposed To Give A Crap

Someone had caught five minutes of the VMAs and was not impressed.

(ocd-free/open! I have an appt at 1:30ish but pings will be answered when I'm home again, zomg.)

Current Mood: blah

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

( Paddington Bear and Curious George Become Besties )

(Preplayed with the wonderful

raspberryturk. Thanks to a shared name, George Lass is now Curious George, and is going to hate herself on Monday for being this wee and cute. Thanks to a shared VA, Reno of the Turks is now Paddington Bear, and is likewise going to hate himself on Monday for the whole wee and cute-ness. We have zero shame. COME JOIN THE CUTEFEST DAMMIT.)

Current Mood: crazy

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

Right, so ... people had totally heard of that one famous internet post where the guy had claimed to be running a breeding program for M&M's?

It wasn't like George had anything better to do at work today.

(Well. She could do work, but exactly what part of that sounded interesting?)

Turtle and Canary was open, and was working its way through a bag of M&M's. So far, the victor seemed to be a light brown one, but anyone could win, really.

(open/ocd-free)

Current Mood: bored

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

George was bored. This was not all that surprising; George was usually bored, especially at work.

So she had bought some Popsicles, because it was fucking hot out, that was why, and she was eating some of those Popsicles -- again, with the hot -- and then she was going to make some kind of art-thing with the popsicle-sticks.

Or she might spell out 'Fuck Off, Apu' if he kept giving her looks like that. One of the two.

Current Mood: bored

texted3times

Eric and Jack were back in front of the classroom again, and laptops had been placed on each person's desk. "Tonight we will work with a simulation that will let you experience the importance of making proper financial decisions without risking any real money," Eric said.

Via being stranded on a weird planet full of slime. Eric thought he was amusing. "Please run through the simulation and then tell us how much money you managed to save up by July. Could you afford your return ticket home?"

Eric had been able to, easily. Jack...not so much. "What investments did you make? Did you choose to eat less food, commute? Skip vacations?" He waved his hand. "And yes, before anyone complains, the simulation doesn't make allowance for enhanced abilities to glamour people into doing what you want or the money you'd save if don't have to eat food."

He was thinking of writing an email.

...okay, not really.

Current Mood: busy

solo_sword

Today was weird, if that even needed to be said. Going to graduation and remembering that she'd done that just last year except it was six years ago now was odd enough, and then there had been Vikings, which Jaina could identify due to that one night a couple months ago she'd Googled "Vikings" and ended up stuck in a Wikipedia loop for three hours.

Once she'd finished with all things graduation, she'd gone to Caritas a little late for her very last shift. That was somehow stranger than what had happened at the ceremony, and she was firmly not dealing with any sadness or any thinking about how she was gone in a few days. No, tonight she was repressing and making herself a drink because it was her last night and she could, and also advertising a special.

1/2 OFF FOR GRADUATES AND THEIR GUESTS
(Some people might really need it today)

Current Mood: repressing!

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

George was, somehow, not in a terrible mood today. She wasn't happy or anything, but today didn't seem to suck thus far.

She was not going to expect much out of it, but right this exact moment didn't suck, and that was pretty huge for her. She was going to enjoy it, until someone inevitably ruined it.

It would probably be Apu.

Fucker.

(open and ocd-free!)

Current Mood: curious

fh-goombaland.livejournal.com

In front of the castle in the preserve stood three green warp tunnels.

These are the adventures of the team that chose the first one.

( Arrival )
( Traversing dat Castle! )
( OMGITSBOWSER! )

[Pre-played with the splendiferous (but sadly lacking in overalls and pornstaches)

wesleynotponcy,

onapalebicycle,

solo_sword,

bigdamndean and

batwaffles, and ready to be finished in liveplay in the comments!]

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

George was strangely quiet at her shift today. The future version of herself had seemed ... older? More mature.

Which was insane. George was seventeen. George was still going to be seventeen twenty years from now. There wasn't a whole lot of growing up possible, at that point.

... was there? She'd even seemed ... somewhat happy. Which was weird.

Not all that happy. Still kind of lonely. But not ... like her usual self.

So she was going to brood. And not even bother rolling her eyes at Apu.

Current Mood: thoughtful

mouthy-merc.livejournal.com

If anyone could recall the dance from the night before, they would have thought that it was decorated tastefully compared to what was going on tonight. There were streamers, balloons and what appeared to be paper flower ornaments everywhere. All done in yellow and blue for the proud graduates of Fandom High, of course.

And there were the 'classic' songs from twenty years ago blaring loudly for people to dance or cringe to. Who knew Ke$ha and Justin Bieber would get to be classic pop music for future generations?

Just be glad there is an open bar.

Arrive/Pick Up A Name Tag | Dance Floor | Open Bar | Dark Corners

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

Today, George was amusing herself by folding pieces of paper up, accordion style, and then making those into a chain. She'd taped one end to the counter, and the other end was ... not much more than a foot away. George got bored easily, so it probably wouldn't get much longer.

Squishy Flavors: Apathetic Apple, Mindless Mango, Stagnated Scarlet (Red)

Current Mood: bored

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

George was not in Hawaii. George was in Fandom. George was at work.

She had considered setting up some kind of tropical display or whatever, but that sounded like effort. Easier to sit behind the counter and glare at things and hope she could make the clock move faster just by hating it enough.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Punch (Tropical), Punch (You In the Face), Punch (Red)

Current Mood: cranky

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

What was all this ridiculous cutesy shit going on lately? The rose petals, and now the stupid books? Like George didn't hate this holiday enough anyway.

Inspired by Pixie Dust, George made up her own sign.

15% OFF
IF YOU TAKE SOMETHING CUTESY
AND SET IT ON FIRE

Apu did not seem pleased.

Today's Squishy flavors: Black Death, Lemon-O-Rama, Red

Current Mood: cranky

notlikebobby.livejournal.com

There was one really good thing about a smaller town than Hart, and that was that it was way easier to get a seat at a popular place on a Friday night. Jack looked over his menu at George. "Ever been here before?"

[Do you need a steak? Get your steak!]

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

A sign was posted at the front door:
G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
The Tenth Anniversary Edition of
Three Minute Dates at Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.

Just before 6:00, the lights went dark and a sole zombie walked out onto the stage and sat down at a piano. The zombie then started playing The Final Countdown, followed by the other zombies, all with violins to join in. And then GOB walked out onto the stage, holding and petting a lovebird. He then released the bird, which flew up toward the ceiling before somehow getting stuck in an air duct.

As GOB went into his spiel about how 3MD was a Fandom institution that he started and how he had brought so much love to Fandom with it and that the tenth annual (he still hadn't figured that part out) edition demanded the respect that a piano and not doing magic ("Unless any of the legal ladies out there want to see me make another lovebird appear," and yes, he was talking about his penis).

Meanwhile, the lovebird was still stuck in the air duct. As air rushed past the bird and into the lounge, some strange pheromones released by the bird were thrown back at the stage, where it reacted with the already strange combination of zombie smell and cologne used to hide the zombie smell on such a classy occasion, somehow generating a powerful love potion that would be making its way into the lounge, affecting people at random for three minutes at a time. Bizarrely, that was exactly how long each of the dates tonight would be.

Sometimes Fandom worked in mysterious ways. Mysteriously sexy ways.

"I call your names, you meet up with each other, talk for three minutes, and then you'll hear the sound of a zombie smashing his hands against a bunch of piano keys. Go ahead and do it," GOB said. The zombie started smashing the keys randomly. One of the other zombies joined in because a band was all about teamwork. "And that's how we start!"

[The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular post-dates Caritas post]

[OOC: Lots of OCD ~~coming~~ IS UP. RANDOMLY ASSIGNED LOVE POTION IS MARKED IN THREAD TITLES WITH ONE OF THESE "*" AFTER THE AFFECTED PERSON'S NAME! For example: "Nick* / 3MD Participants" means that I will spend the next three minutes loving everyone who signed up. But not in a dirty way because that would be exhausting and I have a sister among the participants and eww.

Remember that you can also choose to be affected by love potion in any round(s) at your discretion. Also, the love potion can only affect people in the lounge during the dates. People at the bar and on the stage will not be affected. People who are affected will just be incredibly drawn to their date, flirt harder, maybe go for some physical contact more quickly, but they shouldn't necessarily go straight for making out. Unless you choose to have them go for it. The upper limit is player's choice.

As I'm going along, if I made an obvious mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. And remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish a thread or two on Sunday, that's fine.

GO FORTH AND PLAY!]

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

George had shoe polish, and was using it to make a sign. One which read:

I ASSURE YOU, WE'RE OPEN

She had rolled her eyes when Apu had pointed out that no one thought they were closed, to begin with. "It's from a movie," she said. "Forget it."

Today's Squishy Flavors: Banana Lemonade, Butterscotch Root Beer, Red Red

Current Mood: bored

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

George had ~~handwavily~~ switched days, so now, she was here on Tuesday. And it was Tuesday, so she was here.

Tuesday seemed to suck just as hard as Thursday had. George couldn't begin to tell you how amazed she was, by that.

Whatever. The store was open. Buy something. Or don't.

Current Mood: blah

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

George was here. George was entirely over this whole holiday bullshit. So what. Who cared. The displays were obnoxious, the music was annoying, and she was going to be stuck here all break.

Whatever. She busied herself by picking tinsel out of her hair and throwing it into the garbage.

Apu had better not be expecting gifts or anything.

Current Mood: grumpy

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

George wasn't paranoid. She wasn't. She was just convinced that Apu was staring at her. Could he tell? He totally knew something had happened, didn't he?

Jono probably knew. There had been a sock on the door, and so he hadn't come home at all. Even though Puck hadn't stayed over night. And was that normal, for a guy to just run for it like your bed had caught on fire?

Oh, fuck. Jono had to know. And maybe Apu knew just by looking at her.

"What?" she snapped. "Aren't you supposed to be doing something?"

Apu was certainly staring at her now, since she was being all crazy-girl at him.

Awesome.

This was going to be a long day.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Messy Mango, Chaotic Cherry, WTF-Was-I-Thinking Red

Current Mood: anxious

fratboybitch.livejournal.com

When Alex got into work that day, Tino was quietly cleaning the glasses. He didn't even look at Alex and was even being moderately polite.

"You know, everyone thinks you're a creeper and I wouldn't be surprised if you peep on the zombies when they're naked. You really need to get the Dummy's Guide to Not Being So Creepy. Might help you out."

Tino stood there open mouthed and Alex got to work. Of course, considering Alex would tell Tino this on any ole day, it hadn't dawned on him that this day was weird. Tino deserved it considering Alex was all wound up, tense and still jumpy. There was nothing weird going on here.

Yet.

Current Mood: contemplative

furnaceface

Half the island seemed to have gone completely barmy, but the insanity had somehow managed to miss Jonothon somewhat. Difficult to burst into song when you had no mouth, after all.

By some miracle, he'd managed to set up something that somewhat resembled a stage using scraps scavenged from the abandoned warehouses, and he'd built a huge bloody bonfire on the beach, which he'd lit in his own special way while nobody happened to be looking. And, of course, this being the fifth of November, he'd even found a way to wrangle some fireworks.

Don't ask how. Jono could be resourceful when he wanted to be, damn it.

Now, really, all he needed was an audience. And a vocalist. Where the hell was Christian, anyhow?

[Open to all, with threads for Glee Club, Jono's band, and everyone else who wants to sing, too!]

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

There was a dance. Thing. This weekend. Whatever. Was she supposed to go?

She'd ... buy a dress. She guessed. If she had to go. She didn't exactly feel like it.

Whatever.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Lemon Curry, Crunchy Frog, Red

Current Mood: bored

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

George so didn't want to be here today. Because -- well. It was work, and she never wanted to be at work. Not that she was ever all that delighted to be anywhere else. Shut up.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Raspberry Surprise, Licorice, Red

Current Mood: bored

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

Yup. Another Thursday. George thumped into work still half-asleep. There would be coffee at the store. One of the few good things she could say about it.

"NEIGH! You have a good work ethic!"

George jumped, managing to knock over one of the racks of Little Debbie snack cakes. "Who the fuck are you?"

Because there was a unicorn just standing in the store, like this was normal or something.

"NEIGH! You are honest! People like that about you!"

"No, they really don't," she said, staring back at the .... yeah. That was a unicorn. A talking unicorn.

"NEIGH! You are a good person."

Great, she was being mocked by a figment of her imagination. "Get out of my store," she insisted, pointing at the door. "Right now. Or I'll ... I'll ... I'll make you into Squishies."

The unicorn sighed and nuzzled the side of her face against George's sleeve. It was like the damn thing knew she was bluffing.

And could it maybe watch the horn, there? Just what she needed, today. To be skewered by an overly-affectionate unicorn.

Today's Squishy Flavors: You Are Special, You Are Loved, Get This Freaking Unicorn Away From Me

Current Mood: aggravated

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

George was at Turtle and Canary, and bored. She considered annoying Apu, but that was probably counterproductive. He might be sneaky and get revenge in a creative way. Besides, it was too much effort when you had a nice, bored apathy funk going.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Rainbow Goo, Neapolitan, Red.

Current Mood: bored

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

There was a sign posted at the front door:

G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
The Ninth Annual
Three Minute Dates @ Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.

GOB had somehow been able to count to nine despite not being around for the previous six Three Minute Dates, but he still didn't know what 'annual' really meant. But that wasn't important. The important thing was that at 6:00 precisely, the ligts went out and the Zombie Band started playing a familiar intro.

A burst of smoke hit the stage and the matchmaker named GOB stepped through it to make his grand entrance. A flick of each wrist and he was holding a deck of cards in each hand: all hearts. Except for a single four of clubs. GOB started moonwalking backwards, except he wasn't very good at it so it was more like walking backward with a limp. He clapped his hands together and from the cards ~~fell~~ burst forth a ~~dead~~ live dove, which ~~GOB picked up and threw off the stage toward the bar~~ swooped over the audience and ~~hit Tino after bouncing off the bar~~ attacked Tino.

"WELCOME TO CARITAS!" GOB yelled to the crowd as the music continued. "WELCOME! TO THREE MINUTE DATES!" He turned around and pointed to the back of the stage where a too-large banner dropped, showing the top half of 'THREE MINUTE DATES' while the rest was still rolled up on the stage floor. "I am GOB, your Once and Future Matchmaker. Here are the rules: I call your name and the name of somebody else. You two get together and make goo goo eyes at each other for a few minutes, and then I make a fireball appear to let you know it's time for the next round."

Tino had checked the fireball launcher GOB kept in his sleeve. Twice. It was as safe as it could possibly be.

"After the roaring sound of magical fire, I'll call out some more names and we do it again until we've done it five times. And if you don't like any of your dates, let me know and we can do it five more times in my hotel room." GOB could be as subtle as a bar on fire, something which Tino really wanted to avoid. Now let's get on with this stuff." As GOB started to reach for his notecards with the round one pairings, a quick burst of flame shot across his chest. "Huh. Shot off a little early. But I won't, ladies." Very subtle.

[Post 1 | The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | OOC]
[Post 2 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular Caritas post]

[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

~~Epic OCD is beginning. For the love of god, please wait until I'm done.~~ GO FORTH AND PLAY! If I made a blatant mistake, like skipping a character completely for a round or posting a pairing twice or accidentally making incest happen WHICH TOTALLY DID NOT NEARLY HAPPEN, AHEM, feel free to grab me on AIM or in the OOC thread and I'll make a quick fix. Remember, attacks on your dates will get you teleported elsewhere on the island.

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish a thread or two on Sunday, that's fine.

And, um, yes, this is Post 1 of 2. RECORD SETTING SIGN UPS CAUSED THIS!]

solo_sword

Hard to believe only nine minutes had passed since this all started, huh? The daters were still dating, hopefully no one had been transported outside due to trying to attack anyone they had to deal with for three minutes, and all they had to do was survive two more rounds before they could hit the bar.

Happy dating!

[Post 1 | The Bar Before the Dates | Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | OOC]
[Post 2 | Round 4 | Round 5 | OOC]
[Regular Caritas post to follow!]

[OOC: Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. You don't need to do your threads chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself.

Epic OCD ~~continues! If you ping in before I finish I will come over there and beat you till you cry after giving you an atomic wedgie.~~ is done! Ping away! If there are any problems... um, grab Nick on AIM, I just do what he tells me. :D

Also remember that most playing should happen on Saturday, but if you need to finish a thread or two on Sunday, that's fine.]

Current Mood: dates!

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

George did not want to talk about yesterday. George might react violently to anyone who wanted to talk to her about yesterday. As far as she was concerned, yesterday didn't happen.

Today's Squishy flavors: Hate You, Go Away, Red

Current Mood: grumpy

onapalebicycle.livejournal.com

So, George had a job. It didn't seem like a particularly glamorous or high-paying job, but she was fine with that. Low pressure, low expectations. She could run a cash register. And during the down time she could stare off into space. She should have brought her walkman.

Turtle and Canary was open, and its newest employee was ~~happy to~~ willing to serve you, if she absolutely had to.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Orange Creamsicle, Mystery Meat, Red.

Current Mood: bored

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