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Of course Kitty had been exactly the kind of kid who tried testing her boundaries her first year or so at the X Mansion, which had meant going to a couple midnight movie showings dressed in ways she absolutely should not have been allowed out in. That phase had also died pretty quickly once she realized that no one was going to yell at her for it, but it had still been fun.

And since last week had sucked, it was the perfect time for her and Tony to throw a ~~Rocky Horror Picture Show~~ Petey Scifi Talky Picture showing and give people the chance to let loose a little.

There was an "Enter at your own risk" sign on the front door, the back room had been done up in a lot of red, and there was a very good chance you needed a party today.

[OCD is up, all are welcome. Party on, Wayne.]

newroutines

Tomorrow was Mike's birthday. He was turning 38, which he was trying not to think about, just like he was trying not to think about how he'd been thirty when he'd first moved to this wacky island all those years ago.

Eight years, though.

Damn.

It was a chill, quiet night at Caritas, and your bartender was repressing. Or at least one of them was, though you could never really know about Tino, could you?

[ooc: Open and no OCD. LOOK, I REMEMBERED IT WAS SATURDAY FOR ONCE.]

newroutines

Did you think speed dating was all Caritas was good for tonight? Not likely! After the dates were done, there was still a lot of evening stretching out in front of everyone gathered at the bar tonight.

So in case none of your dates turned out to be a perfect match - whether just for pollen-related relief or something that you might actually want to continue next week, too - there was still time.

Or if you just wanted to drink. That was cool too.

(Also, yes, Mike was somehow at work and not at home spending more quality time with his girlfriend, and no, even he wasn't sure how he'd managed that.)

[ooc: OCD up, have at!]

gobrookeyourself

There was plenty to do this week, but it was possible that one of those things might also be some work? Crazy.

So Brooke came in for a while, at least, making sure the mannequins were showing off the store's lingerie selection was well represented in the window, while the nicer stuff was available right when you walked in the door. Maybe she kept rearranging some things, too, just for something to do with her hands.

For reasons.

throughaphase

It was Thanksgiving week, and Kitty didn't really feel like working.

She was, but she didn't feel like it.

At any rate, the holiday meant she could play a little and try out some new recipes. She expected a quiet night at the bar, but that didn't mean she couldn't still have fun making them.

SPECIALS
Pumpkin Pie Martini
Wild Turkey Cocktail
Boozy Pumpkin White Hot Chocolate

[Open!]

newroutines

So that had definitely been way too many dreams involving glowy eyes and ghostly specters to be inflicted upon a person during a single night. Just in general, Mike was actually starting to feel like he was being personally harassed by the island with this Halloween thing. Which he knew was ridiculous, but he was giving his sleep-deprived brain a pass on that. In part because the island was ridiculous.

Either way, when he'd finally given up on getting any rest this morning and rolled out of bed, he'd actually muttered, out loud, "Oh my God, I'm going, I'm going." And going where, you ask? To Party Palace, of course! If Fandom was going to go this hardcore with getting into the spirit of things, then fine, he was going to get off his ass and start planning this year's party.

He didn't for a second actually think that it would appease the island into leaving his coffee and his dreams alone, but wandering the aisles of the party store was still better than staying home and stewing in how damn tired he was. So he was going to gather like a shit-ton of black and orange tableware and napkins and stuff in his shopping basket and then just, like, bury himself where they kept all the costumes.

Speaking of which:

"... Oh wow that's a lot of Space Battles."

Yes, it was.

[ooc: Open place in town is open! Mansion Halloween party, incoming.]

newroutines

Mike was normal this weekend.

Caritas, however, was not. There was a weird vibe happening tonight. The zombies were playing moody music, and the few ~~NPC~~ patrons already around seemed to all be eyeing each other suspiciously. It felt like something was brewing, and Mike wasn't sure what, but it didn't seem like anything good.

Still, maybe it'd be entertaining, if nothing else.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
Whiskey
seriously that's it

[ooc: Come get your bar brawls on! And then get teleported into the duck pond, natch.]

throughaphase

This week wasn't entirely terrible! Sure, the black and white was super boring, but nothing was actively trying to kill them (so far) and they didn't have things like a food shortage, so this was a win!

Of course the current look of the island apparently did make Tino think he was funny, because when Kitty walked in the first thing she saw was:

SPECIALS
LAYERED DRINKS

"You're not cute," Kitty told him.

[Open!]

newroutines

Unlike on Friday, tonight the drinks weren't turning into variations of Nuka-Cola as soon as you picked them up. Nah, tonight... it was all Nuka-Cola from the beginning. Mike had checked the back and everything, but to no avail.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
NUKA-COLA 50% OFF
sorry no booze :(

Why he'd made his way across town to even come here tonight, he didn't know. (Except he did. It was because being at home was also driving him crazy.) Caritas was open, hope you like Nuka-Cola.

[ooc: Open, no OCD!]

newroutines

Guess who'd forgotten his birthday yesterday?

Mike!

Guess who still hadn't remembered it, because he'd literally spent all of this week up to his Caritas shift trying to make sure a big-ass dining room set was going to be ready by its delivery deadline on Monday?

Also Mike!

And finally, guess who was now confused about Tino looking sulky and muttering something about not having been brought any leftover cake tonight like every five minutes?

Stiiiiill Mike, yeah. Caritas was open, and only one of its bartenders knew one of them had turned a year older yesterday.

[ooc: Open, no OCD!]

throughaphase

Almost immediately after getting to the bar, Tino tried punting a gremlin out and got bitten instead.

So should you ever want to see Tino onstage performing the world's least effective burlesque act with a zombie band as musical backup, here you go? Also get yourself checked.

Kitty'd be at the bar, averting her eyes. The entire night.

newroutines

Somehow, Mike was on zombie duty tonight. Tino was busying himself mixing complicated drinks, and apparently that meant he couldn't do anything else, even though Mike was pretty sure he was just pouring shit into mixers at random just because.

And so Mike was on his third go-round with trying to tape the drummer's arm back on. Once finished, he stood up, shook his head, and leveled a look at the rest of the band.

"Can you guys just... not have him play so hard?"

The other zombies just gave him pretty vacant looks.

So he sighed and went back behind the bar again.

[ooc: Open, no OCD!]

newroutines

Well, it wasn't as if Caritas was going to close right after the dates! The night was still so young that it was practically prepubescent, and so there was plenty of time for people to stick around and talk some more with the dates they'd most liked - or to talk to some of the people they hadn't been matched with.

Caritas was (still) open, please buy lots to drink.

newroutines

Mike was a little distracted during his shift. Because of the very important task of looking up new ideas for Halloween themed jello shots.

Look, if he was going to throw another party - even after several years - he couldn't not serve the damn things. It would've probably been sacrilege at this point. Plus, they were fun to make.

Tino didn't seem all that interested in any of the one's Mike showed him on his phone, but that guy was never interested in anything, anyway.

[ooc: I seem to be operating on half a brain, but I'm here and this post is open!]

seriesofbaddecisions

Town hall was decked out for homecoming, and there was certainly... a theme. Halloween Under the Sea was definitely a theme that they had come up with.

And it was a theme that was put together by several people not from this universe who didn't know much about Halloween, or what this planet had under its sea.

So there were definitely backdrops of waves lining the walls, and they were decorated with things like fish. Fish that were wearing costumes that had been Googled so that some might have firefighter helmets on, or cat ears. One was very definitely a superhero. Same for the octoroks. And sure, yeah, maybe you had one of these guys on a wall but he was wearing a witch's hat!

There was also plenty of orange and black glitter around, too. Don't worry, they hadn't classed the place up too much.

imafuturist

The Onsen was decorated in tastefully gender neutral pastel greens and yellows with a sign directing guests of the shower to where they were meant to go. And, for a change, the island wasn't doing something strange to mess up a party!

...no one point out that just saying that was jinxing things. Just go on in and enjoy the party, hoping that no nefarious brotherhood of evil anythings showed up.

newroutines

If Mike seemed a little more frazzled tonight than he usually did, well, you didn't need to look any further than the tall hunk of a guy standing at the bar. Mike was pretty tall too, of course, but Richie was taller. And Mike was muscular, but Richie was even more so.

And neither of those things were the reason Mike was a little off-balance. Nah, that was from the simple fact that Richie was here at all. He'd shown up at the house a little before Mike's shift was due to start, so, here they both were. And before Mike had even had half a chance to ask what the fuck was up with Richie showing up announced after they hadn't even talked to each other in... okay, Mike didn't even want to think about how many years.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
Sex on the Brain
Naked on the Bathroom Floor
Stripper's Kiss

Caritas was open.

throughaphase

The zombies were being normal today, the bar had a new employee, and there was a shipment of pumpkin spice vodka that... was not ordered by Kitty, abd now they had to get rid of it.

SPECIALS
FREE PUMPKIN SPICE VODKA SHOTS

Oh, and a website Kitty was following for advice had said she should start getting her hospital bag ready in case the baby care early and It was fine everything was fine here.

[Open, no OCD!]

newroutines

There was a jar of honey on the bar.

Mike did not know why. It had been there when he had come in. It had been there when Tino had come in, too, apparently.

Neither of them had any real desire to do anything about it, so here was Mike, wiping down the counter and neatly going around the honey jar with his rag.

[ooc: No OCD, open!]

newroutines

All the zombie band were playing tonight seemed to be film scores. Not that Mike actually recognized any of the tunes - it was just what they sounded like. Like maybe they were from epic superhero movies or something.

Because the zombie drummer also appeared to be wearing a cape.

Mike had no idea what any of that was about. He was just... trying his best to focus on his work and ignore all other distractions. Whether band-related or, sigh, his own personal shit.

Caritas was open.

newroutines

June had not been a good month for business. For Caritas, sure, probably. But not for Mike Lane's Custom Designs. It felt like he'd been working his ass off - he definitely hadn't been doing much else, all month long - but there'd been some setbacks that meant that he wasn't getting as much money back as he'd hoped. And subsequently wasn't really able to give his only employee everything he deserved when it came to benefits and shit. And in truth, May hadn't been that much better, either.

It was starting to get to him, a little.

So it was a pretty quiet Mike behind the counter tonight. Going over his notes on his business's finances, whenever he had the time. Seeing if he was still doing okay when you looked at the big picture.

[ooc: Open, no OCD. Getting the ball slowly rolling on the canon catch-up, oh em gee!]

newroutines

Mike was his regular, adult self. But he had been listening to the radio (and also walking around town, where there were way more teenagers out and about than usual, even for an island that revolved around a high school), so he knew what was going on.

So for a while at the beginning of his shift, he'd considered making a sign that reminded everyone that they served minors at this joint.

But then he'd decided against it. 'Cause he was a responsible adult, or something. So he was just making sure the bar was stocked with all those little paper umbrellas and shit like that. Wasn't that what teens liked? He could always claim he was too old to remember.

[ooc: Open, no OCD.]

newroutines

It was a pretty decent night at Caritas. Mike was in a good mood, the zombie band was playing something easy to groove to, and even Tino seemed to be... a certain Tino-level of okay.

Mike was sure this wasn't going to last, but for now? He'd definitely take it.

And dance for a few steps behind the bar, simply because he could.

[ooc: Open, no OCD!]

gobrookeyourself

Brooke worried that she was jinxing them by putting swimwear and more summery clothes in the window displays today, but she preferred to think that she was spurring on normal weather. Putting it out into the universe. Encouraging normalcy.

And because she had nice stuff to put out and she wanted to show it off.

[open!]

newroutines

Sure, Mike had already sent Brooke a dozen roses through that whole Student Council thing. But nothing had stopped him from giving her another dozen when he'd picked her up at her place. 'Cause a total of two dozen roses was at least adequate, as far as grand gestures went, right?

And just in case it wasn't, he'd also made sure to dress up. Dark suit and everything. And boy, he was glad to find out it still fit like a glove 'cause, uh, it'd been a few years since he'd last had an occasion for wearing it.

There'd also been a rikshaw drive to the restaurant. Which he didn't think was ideal, by any means. But it was very Fandom. Which seemed fitting, in its own way.

And now, they were outside Taste of Thai, and Mike had stepped off the rikshaw, and was holding out his hand to help Brooke do the same. "Here we are," he said. "I promise the restaurant's gonna be less bumpy."

[ooc: Mike is here for she who is mentioned!]

gobrookeyourself

Someone had complained about the lingerie-clad would-be orgy in the store window today. Which was sort of offensive to Brooke, because she could have done way worse.

And in fact it was way worse until she got bored and changed it this morning before the complaining started. Like this was the worst anyone would see in this town.

Anyway, she was at the counter doing work for home, and still being a little annoyed. Her window was a masterpiece, dammit.

[Open!]

throughaphase

Kitty was back in town, for real, and she was kind of thrilled about it. She didn’t really want to be at home right now, though she was still helping in getting things settled, and it just felt really good to be here, doing normal things, and not having anyone try to kill anyone else for now.

Of course she said that, and found Zombie Yoko attempting (and failing) to hit the drummer over the head with her own arm, but you know what, it was still sort of... okay no, it wasn’t normal for anyone.

“Tino, can you put her arm back on before she gets zapped into the lake?”

[open, no OCD. Gonna be slow but for the love of god please distract me from work.]

newroutines

There was a plastic fish on the bar at Caritas today.

Mike did not know why.

Tino did not appear to know why.

The zombie band... were apparently intent on covering Bowie tonight, and didn't care about the mysterious plastic fish, where it was, or where it had come from.

Just your regular night at Caritas, folks.

[ooc: Open, no ocd for I am still tired.]

newroutines

Caritas was pretty quiet and normal tonight.

Except Mike kept finding lemons around the bar. Like, just randomly stashed in empty glasses or between various bottles of booze or rolling out from underneath the zombie drummer's drum set. At one point, Mike went to sit down, only to find a lemon on the bar stool that had definitely not been there a few seconds earlier.

There was only one thing to do:

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
FREE LEMONS!!!

Also, Mike was spending some of his time trying to juggle with a couple lemons. What? He was bored!

[ooc: Idk. Open and OCD freeeeee.]

newroutines

Mike had survived Christmas. More or less, give or take a few serious hangovers while he'd distracted himself into oblivion until the holiday was over. But now it finally was, and Mike had returned.

He was vaguely aware that today was maybe the day of that whole picnic thing at the school. So that definitely played into what the specials board said:

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
25% off the price of your drink if you're new!

New people, new things. Went with the theme of the next few days. Mike had always found New Year's a much easier holiday to deal with. Looking towards the future was way better than... what ever the fuck Christmas tended to be about.

That said, he was still reading a thing on his phone that was about looking back. In more ways than one. "Jesus Christ, Florida."

[ooc: No OCD, open!]

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!]

newroutines

This weekend wasn't as busy as last weekend had been. Or at least not as crowded - not at Mike's house nor for the island in general.

He was okay with that. Ish.

Look, it wasn't as if that one conversation with Brooke wasn't kind of stuck in his head. Stuck with him. Though some of his furniture work had done its best to keep him occupied and busy. But, tonight? He was back behind the bar at Caritas. Just chilling. And regaling Tino with stories of some of his past Halloween costumes.

"-- though I dunno man, the skirt on that one might've been a little too short."

Tino didn't look thrilled with this.

[ooc: Open, no OCD.]

newroutines

Mike kind of doubted too many people were coming by the bar today, what with the dance going on right during his shift, but whatever, he was here all the same. Ready to serve whoever decided the dance wasn't really their style. Like maybe they'd rather brood over a whiskey or something.

Not that he knew people like that. Perish the thought.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
10% off your drink
if you bring glitter

What, like he was supposed to go without glitter just because he wasn't at the dance? Perish that thought, too.

newroutines

Mike hadn't actually worked a single shift at Caritas since the shark thing.

He'd wanted to help, he had. But this was because since the shark thing, most of his time left over from keeping his furniture business afloat had been going into repairing damage done by the goddamned sharks to his house. And it had been some major damage, at least for something he couldn't really afford to hire help for.

But he was just about done, now. The second floor was habitable, again. So he was at Caritas. Looking like he'd been working on a house by himself for almost a month straight.

So maybe don't order anything too complicated?

[ooc: Open, no OCD!]

newroutines

Today, Caritas had received an interesting shipment today: a crate of all kinds of weird beers. So, that was what Mike was doing tonight.

Marveling at the beers and setting them on display in case anyone wanted to try one.

"Hey Tino, you want to take a crack at a the beard beer?"

Interestingly enough, Tino did not.

[ooc: Open, no OCD!]

newroutines

The zombies were playing polka versions of old classic TV theme tunes.

Mike wasn't going to ask why. Although he really wanted to. But he'd been here for way too long to ask the zombies anything. At best, one of them would drop a limb to the floor and expect him to get the answer from that, somehow.

No thanks.

He'd just clean some glasses and hope he wasn't going to have a polka earworm by the time he went home tonight.

[ooc: Open, no OCD!]

newroutines

The zombie band was playing some pretty morbid tunes tonight. A lot of tunes about death and flesh - but also the occasional ditty about yearning for stardom. Mike kinda wished he could've pretended not to understand what the hell was going on but, oh, he did. He'd already sung at his only employee over the phone early this morning. About next week's deliveries.

Monday was going to be fantastic and not at all awkward.

TONIGHT'S SPECIAL
Same Old Song

Caritas was open. Beware the singing.

[ooc: No OCD!]

newroutines

Mike was doing math at the bar. Yeah, he knew, he knew, it was a super exciting use of his time, and it was kind of sketchy to be doing work on one job while on the clock at another, but sometimes life was like that. He'd been super busy this week, trying to get his orders finished and out on time, and he hadn't had a moment to himself to do some of the math and money relate stuff that should've gone with all that.

Except now.

Caritas was open, though one of your bartenders was kind of hunched over a notebook. No worries, though! He'd still snap out of it and serve people who came by.

Probably.

[no ocd!]

newroutines

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
Neon Voodoo
Citrus Neon
Neon Iguana

Yeah, someone had decided tonight's theme was going to be neon. And that person was Mike. He didn't even have any real reason for it – apart from maybe missing the glow of neon lettering in the night. He didn't know. His moods were all kinds of random, lately.

Just not in a bad way, for the most part. And for that, he was glad.

Caritas was open for business.

[ooc: OCD up, open! Up early by request.]

arboreal_priestess

It was a holiday for the Aeslin mice and Verity had escaped the hotel room as soon as she'd could. One of the high priestesses had started making hopeful eyes at her while mentioning the possibility of a benediction. Verity was not prepared to offer some kind of prayer-slash-speech for a group of mice before at least two cups of coffee. And maybe a pastry or two. Which was why her hair was still wet from the shower and one of her shoes untied as she grabbed a seat and waited for her ridiculous concoction to finish being prepared.

She needed a job. Mostly because she needed a place to live that wasn't a hotel room. The Aeslin mice needed their own room; the small hotel closet wasn't cutting it anymore.

Was there some kind of local paper where she could look at want ads?

newroutines

No party at Caritas tonight. No jello shots, either. The zombies were playing some mellow, jazzy tunes while Mike was stacking some clean glasses behind the bar.

He... really didn't know where the Pokémon shot glasses had come from. He was maybe going to let those stay on the bar for a little while, instead of shelving them away with the rest.

[ooc: No OCD for I am lazy. Open!]

newroutines

There was a themeless party happening at Caritas tonight. Like, sure, there were various kinds of party stuff and decorations around, but there wasn't an overarching theme to any of it. Beyond, maybe, just 'party'. In fact, there was a glittery gold banner hanging above the bar that just said #PARTY. As well as a sign out front that said the same.

Because sometimes people just needed a party, you know?

Tino was manning the bar where drinks could be had and random cardboard party crowns could be picked up. Meanwhile in the lounge, there were all manners of snacks on offer. Including three kinds of jello shots. Although maybe those should've been classified as drinks instead of snacks, 'cause the rest of the snacks were more in the more traditional chips and stuff kind of style. But whatever.

#PARTY, right?

[ooc: Open party yay! Up early for all your SP needs, ~~wait for the OCD I just decided to want after all omg~~ OCD up, have at!]

arboreal_priestess

"Okay, I could have planned this better."

Verity stared up at the staircases and tiny streets that made her new home, her luggage in a small circle by her feet. She hadn't brought much with her--most of her belongings were being shipped to her once she found a place to live--but she definitely had enough to make hauling it all a pain. Especially the oversized Barbie Dream House that was nearly as tall as she was--and the colony of Aeslin mice that made it their home. At least they were still tucked away in their travel valise with a thick wedge of cherry tart and a couple of mini Babybel wheels. They were celebrating the sacred Rite Of Moving with the traditional cheese and cake and had been relatively quiet. Which Verity appreciated, as moving was difficult enough without having to try to explain a valise that was yelling "HAIL!" every few minutes.

After a moment of debate when she realized that, no, she couldn't just decide to camp out in this spot for the next year and another one when she also decided she couldn't just ditch her stuff and go exploring (from what she could see of the rooftops, this place looked amazing for free-running), Verity started organizing her belongings, trying to figure out how to combine them into the fewest trips.

"Hail to the move!" the valise squeaked. The shook as a number of voices returned, "HAIL!"

Verity pinched the bridge of her nose. She needed coffee to handle this.

newroutines

There was a weird vibe on the island today.

No, not just because the zombies were still playing songs from their greatest hits CD. No, a different kind of weird vibe. Nothing that seemed to be touching Mike personally, but still.

He was behind the bar, feeling the randomest desire to fill up his time and keep himself occupied by texting. Except he didn't actually have anyone to text.

Maybe he'd send Derek updates on the house.

[ooc: Open, no OCD for I am lazy.]

newroutines

It was business as usual at Caritas tonight. The techno coming from seemingly everywhere at once made it feel like the whole building was alive – and its pulse was feverish. Impossibly beautiful people were around, waiting to mingle with customers. Every once in a while, some of them shifted their appearance in a wave of binary code into something targeted to be more appealing to a specific customer.

Towards the back of the lounge, there was an area for VIP customers only. The bar served drinks, sure, but back there? Some mind-to-cyberspace connections of questionable legality were on offer to those with the means to pay for them.

And Mike was behind the bar, but distracted, tapping his fingers nervously against the edge of it. He had his reasons. Just... don't ask. Not that anyone would want to. He wasn't looking too good. If you wanted someone who looked like they'd slept at some point in the last three days, you needed Tino.

[ooc: Open, no ocd!]

fjordicswagger

Tamsin had spent most of the past couple of days drinking and yelling at random Americans in the street.

She wasn't surprised by this recent bout of stupidity, but sometimes you had to vent.

... And apparently the island agreed, because she walked into the park that afternoon to find that, improbably, the sun was shining, warm and good and beautiful, down on the park. There was no rhyme or reason for it; everywhere else was cold as hell. But it was nice here.

And there was a large quantity of booze sitting under a tree.

She snagged a bottle, took a swig, turned towards the mainland, and yelled, at the top of her voice...

"SCREW YOU GUYS!"

[[ screw you guys party. open! ]]

newroutines

No, the bar did not cease to exist once the dates were done. It ceased being an open bar, though, but that was okay, you had money, right? Come on, buy your favorite date another drink! Don't be stingy!

Mike was even there behind the bar to give recommendations. Or a chance for an impromptu extra three-minute date. Because, dammit, maybe he should've participated.

Anyway. There were still drinks. All was right in the world.

newroutines

It was a pretty ordinary night at Caritas. The band was playing some random Pink Floyd-y medley, Tino was being sulky over in a corner, and Mike was behind the counter doodling in a notebook.

He couldn't spend all evening cleaning glasses, you know. It was just a smart move to use some of his work hours on... well, his other work.

[ooc: Open, no ocd! Because I'm lazy. Come drink anyway.]

fjordicswagger

Where had the staff come from? Nobody knew. But sometime at six in the morning, a group of people arrived in the park and immediately spread out over the premises, constructing a bunch of nondescript stands at a rapid pace. They set out cheap soft drinks on the picnic tables, put up some large banners, cleaned the place up and scared off a few errant flamingoes.

By seven, they had once again dispersed.

FANDOM EXPOSITION, read the large banner at the entrance to the park. MARKET! SHOPPING! FUN! (fun not guaranteed)

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! | stalls | picnic area | rest of the park | ooc ]]

newroutines

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
25% off if you're a pretty lady
(and all ladies are pretty)

It was very possible that Mike was pretty bored and also pretty lonely tonight. (Actually he was lonely a whole l-- well, best not get into that right now.) He'd spent a long week working on various stuff. This? Was totally break time for him.

Yes. He came to work to take a break. Deal with it.

Caritas was open.

[ooc: No OCD, open!]

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