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Go ahead. Mock the shirt. You didn't have any plans for your spleen anyway, right? Tiny didn't think so.
He also didn't think it was fair for Bo to take advantage of the plans he no longer had for the weekend to call in "I have a really big bathtub and I don't feel like getting out of it," but since she'd offered to reapply his sunscreen for him if he went over to her place after he closed up, he'd let her keep her spleen. This time.
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[Tiny has the bar. I have pizza and the remains of a headache.]
Fandom Town
- The Devil's Nest, Saturday, May 26th
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nookiepowered- May 26th, 22:21
- Caritas, Saturday
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- hatesmoststuff
- May 26th, 14:00
Her second week at work, April was taking the scientific approach: pouring things into glasses, combining them with other things, and evaluating the results.
Some were good. Some were okay. Some were getting donated to Tino so that he could experience how horrible they were for himself.
Poor guy kept falling for it. That was okay, though. It was funny.
Up on the sign where the specials usually went, April had scrawled:
$5 OFF YOUR DRINK IF YOU LET ME DECIDE WHAT'S IN IT
[[open, natch. save me, i'm bored and everyone i know is drunk.]]
- The Gig, Saturday
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- justlike_a_girl
- May 26th, 12:53
Dani was grateful to have her hands this weekend, since it made it much easier to tack up the horses. However, she was missing her cell phone. Some stupid goat had taken it for an appetizer the other day and what remained was definitely not usable. Maybe that's why Dani kept mumbling, "It could be worse," as she worked.
The Gig was open. The "Help Wanted" sign was still up, even if it looked like something had taken a bite out of it.
- Stark Industries | Saturday
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- dollpocalypse
- May 26th, 9:11
A couple weeks ago, with Billy, Topher had made a curious discovery: coffee was not horrible.
It was even less horrible, he was learning today, when he went and added a fuckton of sugar to it.
So he would just be behind the counter today. Experimenting -- and taking careful notes! -- to see exactly what the right amount of sugar in coffee was.
So far it was looking like a lot.
- The Boards, Saturday, All Day
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- apocalipped
- May 26th, 9:40
"Ugh."
It had been another productive several days back in Jonothon's reality. The New Warriors were starting to actually look almost competent, foiling enough crimes that they were actually starting to garner some notice by the media. Training sessions under Jubilee and Thrash were going... better. Jono had only almost accidentally blown everyone's eardrums out in the middle of a particularly nasty sim, and that had been something to think of as progress, in a way. And now they were eyeing one more potential candidate for the group, another former X-kid, by the name of Sofia.
It was weird, but Jono was almost starting to get the feeling that maybe they weren't just running in place, back there.
Coming home to the smell of livestock permeating the Boards far more thoroughly than it had been after the whole pony thing last weekend?
"Now, I know I didn't do that."
Jono's office shift in The Boards today was going to be spent putting out air fresheners, apparently.
[Oooopen, though I'll be out for a few hours this afternoon!]
- Turtle & Canary; Saturday [ 05/26 ].
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- a_demosthenes
- May 26th, 6:35
With consideration to the complications that went along with working at a shop when you didn't have hands, Valentine was feeling incredibly appreciative of having a tech-savvy friend and an AI system in her bedroom. She'd gone to Samus and Jarvis with the task of creating a voice recognition system for the register, for those days when you were feeling less than capable of navigating the touchable features, and then they even stepped it up one more for security by throwing in a few other little details in recognizing the face and retinas to help prevent elaborate theft.
It seemed a little overkill at that point, especially considering that they had security cameras, but, at the same time, she knew how easy it was for someone to just wake up as you some days.
At the moment, though, Valentine was just having fun throwing her voice into different pitches to see it that worked, trying to imitate Apu effective, and just generally testing the range of what the new register could do. She'd have to make sure to talk to Frank about getting his voice in there; she still wasn't sure if she trusted Britta with the privilege yet.
Today's Squishy flavors: Technologic, Super Spy, Red
Turtle & Canary is open!
- Around Town, Friday
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- onepunchguy
- May 25th, 22:14
Posters went up all over town, letting all and sundry know about the best damn shindig happening this weekend. Possibly the only one, but that wasn't the point. The point was free food.
It was important.
( Look at that sassy poster! )
Text: Like Weiner?
Get us Drunk!
The grownups of 29 Chimera Court are throwing a party this weekend,
And you're invited! You bring the drinks, we'll provide the food!
Adults Only
Sunday Afternoon, May 27
If you can't spend the long weekend in style, you might as well spend it with cheap beer in your hand, surrounded by idiots.
[[Establishy! Poster made by the fabulousadvanceapology]]
- Devil's Nest [Friday, May 25, 2012]
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- texted3times
- May 25th, 19:07
Tiny had taken the weekend off, had spent three hours in traffic and gotten exactly nowhere, and was now back behind the bar with sunscreen on his nose, a terrifying Hawaiian shirt covering his chest, and a pair of flipflops that had seen better days.
The DJ was playing Jimmy Buffet, and between breaks was trying to chat to Tiny about the furniture sales he was going to hit for Memorial Day Weekend.
Eric was just...going to be over here.
Way over here.
- Goodvalor's Little Bivoli, Friday
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- godgavemecable
- May 25th, 9:36
Apparently amongst all the goat-related shenanigans, nobody at Goodvalors had taken note of the dozen or so crates of apples that had been dropped off yesterday.
So now there was an excess of apples. And when one had apples, one... made apple pie. Sure, it was probably infringing on JGoB's thing just a bit, but it wasn't as if the apples would be a regular feature. Hopefully. Assuming they could be used up reasonably quickly.
TODAY'S SPECIAL:
APPLE PIE
- Magic Box, Friday
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- abitlowkey
- May 25th, 9:36
There were no goats lurking about the shop today. Nothing waiting in one of the rows of books, ready to shamble out and leak copiously in Loki's general direction. The crying had been... Disturbing to say the least.
But, they had left behind some pellet-y reminders of their presence. Ew.
So, that would be Loki, feared and reviled throughout the nine realms, sweeping up goat shit. How the mighty had fallen.
- Trooper Station- Friday
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- also_audrey
- May 25th, 6:32
The good news was, all the reports and paperwork that had been lost to goats yesterday seemed to be back today. Things were slightly out of order, but Audrey could spend some time making files make sense again, no problem.
But when the slightly slobbered-on squirrel came into the station, jumped onto her desk and started making squirrel noises at her for a while, she figured her day got just a little weirder when she had to say, "I have no idea what you're trying to say."
A minute later, a badly-spelled "I WANT TO FILE A POLICE REPORT" was written on a piece of paper in really bad handwriting, and how was this her life.
- Stark Industries [all day Friday]
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- momslilassassin
- May 25th, 9:19
It was Friday, so Ben was behind the counter as usual.
Instead of checking his comlink for news from home, he was reading up on more modern, Earth-based terminology.
Like what Ender might have meant when he called Ben his partner at the shop on Monday.
"Ohhhhh," Ben said softly, a huge, dorky smile crossing his face.
The good mood was going to last today.
[OOC: Open! Jaina's call comes first.]
- Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday
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- spring_lost
- May 25th, 5:07
Not a single goat had managed to wrench its way through Wellspring's doors - of course they hadn't. Cable had set up his security system for a very good reason.
It meant less goat tears to clean up in the morning.
Instead, he took Jan down into the shop with him, making her run through the weapons on display again. She'd need tactical insight when she was older; this was as good a time as any to start.
"And goats--"
"Get punched," Jan said triumphantly.
[[ open! up early for timezoneiness. ]]
- Caritas, Thursday evening
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- regretiz4suckas
- May 24th, 20:46
There are goats. And a very wet Kenzi. You do the math.
She'll just be over here on top of the bar, flicking the barbecue lighter if they get too close.
[open and ocd-free]
- The Causeway, Thursday at sundown
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- firstnameagent
- May 24th, 19:42
It would be wrong to say that Phil Coulson had seen an interesting couple of weeks. The first few days of it, with the Tesseract incident and the events on the Helicarrier? Exciting, sure. But then he was in and out of consciousness for a while and then had to rest up in a secretive medical center after major surgery. That might have been interesting to other people, but Coulson was too unconscious at the time to feel that way. Maybe the details of the surgery would have been interesting to other people, but to Coulson, it was just a thing that had to be done.
Since he had finally been discharged, he was onto the next mission: getting the hell away from New York and flat out lying to anyone who might recognize him. Nowhere on the dossier Director Fury handed him did it mention "fend off goats who want to eat your cell phone the second you cross the causeway." Fortunately, Coulson was more than happy to deck something with horns right about now, even if the puff of smoke was somewhat anti-climactic. But regardless, with the goat business behind him, Coulson started to make his way into town, keeping his eyes open for places to spend the night and earn a living. Also, for more goats. Seriously, what the hell was with those?
[OOC: Agent Coulson is now in town! Post is open if anyone would like to talk to Phil.]
- Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Thursday
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- thegodofxbox
- May 24th, 15:37
Alex was more to be found near the door than behind the counter today, the better to punch any goats that tried to get into the store. They might harsh its calm. Or eat some of the weapons, and he really didn't want to try to explain a change in inventory to Mr. Cable.
Wellspring Arms? Open.
- Groovy Tunes, Thursday
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- wasthecuteone
- May 24th, 15:34
The sign in the window at Groovy Tunes said 'OPEN' but the door was locked. What was up with that?
Oh, yeah, you might want to redirect your attention to the handmade sign on a piece of notebook paper taped in the window:Knock for entry
If you are not a goat.
Petra had decided it was the most efficient solution. She had the music turned down low enough she could hear anyone knocking, but first they'd have to get rid of the creepy crying goat outside the door. It was so sad about being denied entry. So, so sad. Petra was trying really hard to ignore it, but it probably had about ten more minutes before she went out to find out what it would take to get rid of the darn thing.
Petra had a black belt. This would probably not end well for the goat.
Groovy Tunes is openand OCD-free!! Just knock!
- Dite's Decadent Delights, Thursday Afternoon
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- icecoldfrost
- May 24th, 15:02
The door to Dite's was propped open today, and the sounds of crashing from inside the store floated out to the street.
As did a goat. Or three or five, and they didn't so much 'float' as were thrown with all the force that a living diamond could muster, some of them poofing into a puff of smoke from the impact when they hit the pavement.
"AND STAY OUT."
Dite's was open, and the goats had discovered that you can't eat a diamond mutant.
- Early Thursday Morning
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- fh_creepies
- May 24th, 11:11
High atop Selkie Peak where the sea wind usually whistled, there was silence and stillness for a moment, as a dark cloud gathered, blown in from... who knows where. Hell? San Francisco? The Portalocity office in Moscow?
The world might never know, nor did it matter. The only thing that mattered was the breaking of the silence as two thousand and twelve* cloven hooves thundered down the cliffs toward the inhabited parts of Fandom.
They were gray and white and horny. (Not dirty.) (Well, they were dirty, too, but regular dirty, not dirty dirty.) They were damp, they were hairy, they smelled like rotten fish and brimstone, and they were hungry.
Mostly for wires, but they'd happily settle for your homework or your brand new iPhone in a pinch.
They were baaaa-aaaaaaaad news, is what they were.
*Honest to Jeff. Multiply 503 by four, and...
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[OOC: This was up at midnight. RLY. And if you'd like an NPC goat, this is where you can ping in with your location and your request!]
- Magic Box, Thursday, May 24
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- life_inshadow
- May 24th, 10:59
Tara had just opened the shop when a goat wandered in through the open doors, looked at Tara with baleful eyes, and began deliberately munching on some jewelry and poultices on a sale table.
"Excuse me," Tara said uncertainly. "If you're a student trying to cure yourself, that's ... not gonna help, sorry."
The goat didn't answer, other than by moving along to graze on some dreamcatchers.
"Hey," Tara said indignantly. "Those kind of cost a lot of money? So, uh ... m-maybe don't eat them?"
The goat's only response was to look even sadder at being reprimanded as it continued to eat. And then a second goat joined it. This one seemed to like the taste of spellbooks.
Tara sighed and did her best to move the really valuable stuff out of the reach of goats while she attempted to persuade her guests to leave. Unless she figured out they needed to be punched -- which was unlikely, because Tara -- this was going to be a long day.
[OOC: Open magic shop with minor goat problem!]
- Streets Near the Rocky Bits, Thursday Morning
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- suitablyheroic
- May 24th, 9:51
Atton was quickly starting to learn there was nothing more damning than taking a stroll around here. There he was, barely out of the gates, minding his own business on his way down Loon Drive-- bars weren't open yet, but he could grab some of that pizza stuff-- when out of nowhere, a goat appeared and sank its teeth deeply intoAtton's fanny packthe pouch on his belt.
"What the--"
The goat tugged it off his belt and began gnawing on it.
"Give that back, you oversized mynock!" he snapped, reaching for it and giving it a tug. The goat... didn't let go. In fact, it tugged harder.
"You stupid--" Atton made a pissed-off sound in the back of his throat and lashed out with the full extent of his Echani training-- which, okay, he'd cop later might have been a little overkill, but the stupid thing was trying to take hisfanny packpouch-- and punched it straight in the forehead.
His pouch promptly dropped to the ground.
"Huh," he said. "Well, what do you know. Guess--"
Another goat leaped off the Rocky Bits and promptly scooped up his pouch.
"Can't a guy go on a damn walk anymore?!"
[[ open! ]]
- Demon Marcus, Wednesday, All Day
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- boobs_and_evil
- May 23rd, 20:01
Well. Callie was having a miserable day. She had been a pony this weekend, she'd been squawked at by fake Manbirds in class -- even if that one was her own fault -- and she couldn't believe she was stuck on this stupid island to begin with. Only one thing helped when she was in this foul a mood -- well, two, but let's be polite in a public post.
So Callie was going through the new shipment of shoes that came in. What? She was allowed to be girly. Just because she was a demon didn't mean she wasn't a girl. And if opening your own shop just so you could buy designer items from yourself at wholesale prices was wrong, then she didn't want to be right. Because Callie couldn't own too many Blahniks, that was why.
The Help Wanted sign was still in the window.
(Same as before: clothes for differing species, body types, and odd requests; souvenirs from (New) Hell; accessories and shoes!)
- The Perk, Wednesday Early Evening
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- hatesmoststuff
- May 23rd, 17:09
One of April's many (slightly creepy) hobbies was sitting in a coffee shop and staring at passersby. Not looking. Staring.
It was actually one of her favorite activities. There were no words to describe the pleasure that April got from following someone with her eyes from all the way across the street, casting a judgmental look in the person's direction every time they stumbled or picked their nose. That, that right there -- it was pure bliss, plain and simple.
Or it was just a fun way to spend an evening. Whatever.
That was what April was doing this evening, at any rate. Nursing a coffee (which had improved significantly since the last time she'd come here, thank you so very much, barista) and staring at people. Fun, no?
[[very, very open.]]
- Turtle & Canary; Wednesday [ 05/23 ].
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- shestheworst
- May 23rd, 8:30
Forget working. Britta was trying to get some dirt out of Apu.
"No, seriously, Apu," she said. "How did you pull it off? How come you managed to avoid being turned into a pony last weekend? I'm pretty sure it was just you and, like, two other people."
"Perhaps I do not wish to divulge to my my secrets," said Apu, mysteriously, and maybe preening just a little bit.
"Come on, Apu."
"Perhaps it is just because I have been on this island for so long that I have built up an immunity to such things."
Britta narrowed her eyes skeptically at this possibility, but, slowly, she began to nod. "An immunity," she mused. "Just like with me and the gremlin bites."
Apu's eyes danced worriedly to Britta's arms, but, not wanting to go into that, he just sighed a little and nodded his head, taking up his broom to disappear down an aisle once more. "Yes, Miss Perry," he said consolingly, "that must be it."
Satisfied...at least until the next time Apu came around...Britta nodded and settled back behind the counter to wait for something to happen. And glare at the SquishyBot because of the flavors Valentine seemed to have set for today.
Today's Squishy flavors: Hay Girl Haaaaaay, Hall & Oats, Red
Turtle & Canary is open!
- Cafe Fina, Wednesday Evening
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- endsthegame
- May 23rd, 14:48
Well, all right, Cafe Fina didn't have milkshakes, but it did have good food; Ender had a feeling Ben would forgive him for it. Especially considering that the first words out of Ender's mouth as he sat down at one of the tables were "I'm paying."
He figured that would work out okay for Tara, too.
"I still maintain you would have been better off going to that gaudy pizza place," Jane whispered gleefully in his ear. "He could smother his face in cheese and she could pretend like it wasn't disgusting."
Next time, he was leaving the Bluetooth at home, though.
[[ for they who are with him! ]]
- Groovy Tunes; Wednesday [ 05/23 ].
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- yinandyango
- May 23rd, 6:05
Fawn was decidedly sulking today at work; she considered not even coming in at all, but figured that, in the long run, it was better to go and do something than stay in her room. Because she thought she would be glad to turn back into a human, but she realized that she was probably better off as a pony. As a pony, she was unique and odd, but she was pretty and intriguing. As a human, she realized she was relegated back to being a complete freak. She should have stayed a pony.
When she wasn't busy scrubbing down the counters until her hands hurt, Fawn was curled over a notebook, digging words so deep into the pages that the pen threatened to tear through the paper.
Groovy Tunes is open!
[[ and so is the post! ]]
- Cafe Luke's, Tuesday
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- onlysmokesnics
- May 22nd, 20:54
It was back to business as usual for Hayley at Cafe Luke's. She had a job to do, and she did it well. Even when she didn't get the 'joke' of the specials board.TODAY'S SPECIALS
Mongolian Beef
Chili Khan Carne
Khan-fetti Cake
Luke's was Open.
[ooc: And OCD Free!]
- The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday
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- montecito_east
- May 22nd, 13:38
Mary's day started out with a broken heel on her favorite pair of stilettos, so she ended up sitting barefoot behind the front desk. Then the zipper on her dress broke, requiring her to grab a spare robe from the laundry room so she could cover up. If anything else happened to her clothes, she was going to leave early and get Gunther to cover for her.Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Specials
Quinoa and Black Bean Salad
Berry-Citrus Trifle
Now Hiring!
- Dite's Decadent Delights, Tuesday Afternoon
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- icecoldfrost
- May 22nd, 11:34
The summer session had started for Emma's online classes, and so she could be found behind the counter today, her biology textbook next to her as she worked on her homework. Even if she couldn't afford to stay in the city over the summer, that was no excuse not to take as many classes as she could manage from Fandom, especially since it was looking more and more like she'd graduate with at least two majors and three minors.
The "Photo Op! Straddle the Cock, $5" sign from last week was still next to the statue, and Emma was faintly amused by the irony of doing genetics homework in the sex shop.
Dite's was open, and Auntie Emma was In.
- guilty as charged, tuesday afternoon
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- necroslacker
- May 22nd, 11:07
With the weather being as nice as it was, Sam decided to take a chair and sit outside while he did some work on a few broken skateboards. The door to the shop was open and Sam was just to the left of said door with a skateboard in his lap, sunglasses covering his eyes and tools in his hands.
There was music coming from within the store, something sounding like classic rock that made Sam bob his head every so often when the rhythm caught his ear. So far, today was shaping up to be a decent day.
- Stark Industries, Tuesday, 5/22
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- ultron_junior
- May 22nd, 9:21
TappitytappitytappityBANGtappity --
The first thing Victor found at the shop was a pile of bananas that didn't seem like they should have been stored in one of the tool cabinets. (Which he took advantage of anyhow, because hey, free breakfast.) He was still munching when he started working on a laptop. The memory restore the shop had been hired for didn't take much time, but then he got distracted trying to soup up the processing speed without eating too much disk space.
It was an engrossing project, even if it involved a fair amount of arguing with the stupid OS about what it could and couldn't do.
[OOC: Open shop.]
- Turtle and Canary, Tuesday
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- catchmeifyoucan
- May 22nd, 7:47
So it was Frank's first day at work ever -- which meant, naturally, that he was going to spend the whole morning wandering around the store and getting his bearings. Because that was what he did.
By noon, he was able to parrot off exactly where any single item in the store was located, and could even give someone directions on the quickest way to pick up any combination of items without any unnecessary walking. Because Frank cared.
Research thus done, he headed back to the counter, where he sipped on a frappuccino (shut up, they were delicious) and drummed his fingers idly on the table while he waited for customers. People had those when they worked at stores, right?
He really hoped he was right.
- Caritas, Monday
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- shagthis
- May 21st, 18:22
If Jake had spent the weekend as a pony, he certainly wasn't sharing any details.
He was, however, doing rainbow shots again at the bar. Because he could, damnit. And because it annoyed Tino, which was more or less an Olympic sport in Jake's mind now.
- The Magic Box, Monday
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- harpy_daughter
- May 21st, 13:15
Surreal wasn't in the best of moods after class today, but she went in and opened up the Magic Box anyway.
If she was working on a few potions known to make males have 'issues,' well, she was just practicing what Tersa had taught her.
[OOC: Open, sans OCD!]
- Stark Industries, Monday
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- endsthegame
- May 21st, 9:00
All right, the hooves had been manageable, but Ender couldn't say he was particularly sad they were gone.
He made it to Stark's relatively late for his standards for reasons that were no one's business, and set up his laptop. Jane had happily informed him yesterday that there was new Formic data coming in from the colony, but he hadn't been able to access much of it because of, well, his hooves.
So that's what he was doing now: pulling up schematics from the colony in the back room, studying the new data. It wasn't much, but for Ender, that was more than enough to spend a whole day on.
[[ open! ]]
- The Devil's Nest- Sunday
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- inaskinnyway
- May 20th, 16:13
People were ponies this weekend.
Of course they were.
Susan once again was blissfully normal* today, but when she got in to work today, she was surprised to see that Tiny wasn't. Tiny, in fact, had hooves.
"I really must see how you plan to tend bar tonight," said Susan.
The Devil's Nest was open.
*Normal being a relative term, of course.
- The Gig, Sunday
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- kestrelswolf
- May 20th, 8:36
Blind Seer really, really wanted to know the logic in this. Every other transformation seemed to hit either both Firekeeper and himself, or miss them entirely.
Except this one.
So once again, today at the Gig you'd find one more horse than normal. And a bemused looking Firekeeper, who was using the picture button on her phone to snap a few. She figured Tahiri and Francine, at least, perhaps a few others, might be amused by these. ...If she could figure out how to send them.
- McCoppin Scrap, Sunday, All Day
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- advanceapology
- May 20th, 10:40
Yeah.
So, Dean was taking this whole pony thing in stride, this weekend. Sure, it meant that he couldn't use a welding torch. Sure, it meant that fine motor skills were thrown completely out the window, and he wasn't going to be doing anything remotely resembling art until this all wore off. Sure, he had this crazy urge to go vegetarian for the weekend. Coffee came from plants, and so it was fair game.
Added bonus, he got to drink his out of a bowl. When did he ever get to drink coffee out of a bowl?
The scrapyard was open, still with its Now Hiring sign in the window, and Dean was, you know, drinking coffee. Out of a bowl.
Ponies.
Fandom.
Yeah.
[Open!]
- The Devil's Nest, Saturday, May 19
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- nookiepowered
- May 19th, 20:05
Tonight? Tonight was going to be a lot of your bartender dancing around behind the bar singing, "I don't have hoo-ooves, I don't have hoo-ooves, lala lala lala la..." to the tune of La Cucaracha.
With occasional breaks for sending text messages. With her fingers.
Also ducking the glares from the giant Clydesdale in the studded leather harness at the door.
Sorry, Tiny.
- The Preserve, Saturday Evening
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- life_inshadow
- May 19th, 19:46
Tara had never been a pony before, and -- after the awkward oh-god-how-do-I-walk phase -- she actually found herself enjoying it.
She got wings. Wings, and a horn, and a pretty purple tail. Tara made for one self-satisfied pony.
She'd spent a lot of the day just flying along the island's coastline, but as dusk grew she centered in on the preserve and found a nice meadow. She meant to just take a rest there, but eventually she began nosing through the grasses to look for any herbs with magical properties. Not that she was exactly in any position to carry them back to the shop now, but it still never hurt to know about new resources.
If once in a while she hovered over the ground a bit more than was strictly necessary -- well, that part was just for fun.
[OOC: Open preserve!]
- Caritas, Saturday
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- hatesmoststuff
- May 19th, 18:16
Well, it was April's first shift here, and so far she was hoping that the zombie band would constitute the bulk of the weirdness she had to deal with tonight. Because she really, really liked the zombies -- and, in fact, was making friends with them -- and was not really a huge fan of chipper colorful ponies.
April might have to learn to live with disappointment tonight.
"Okay," she said to herself, looking from her phone browser to the bottles of liquor behind her. "'How to Make A Black Martini.'"
[[I'm heading out for dinner in a bit, but I'll be back super soon!]]
- The Gig, Saturday
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- justlike_a_girl
- May 19th, 17:00
The day had not started out well for Dani. She had planned on going to Baltimore to watch the Preakness. She had a really nice dress, a cute hat, and really expensive Turf Club tickets. But she doubted that they would let a pony enter the grandstand to watch the race.
With few alternatives left, Dani trotted over to The Gig with the hope that her horses were still four-legged. They were, but they seemed more comfortable that she was at getting things done without hands. She never would have expected Clyde to be so efficient at moving hay bales by carrying them with his mouth. Bold managed to retrieve extra oats while Kally had mastered knocking the television remote off the office desk so they could turn on the TV and watch the race.
The Gig was open, and Dani would gladly welcome more ponies to join her for a gallop after the race.
- Rooftops of Fandom, Saturday afternoon
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- alreadyisbeyond
- May 19th, 13:35
Just because Terry had been warned about some things in Fandom didn't mean he'd been warned about everything. Like, for example, turning into a pony that looked like the Batsuit. He even had his logo on his side. It was annoying at best. Secret identity-spoiling at worst, although the fact that Batman had yet to make an appearance in Fandom would help keep that down.
On the other hand, flying via the power of pegasus wings was actually a lot of fun. And he was a pony. It's not like anyone would recognize him as Terry, even if they had any idea who he even was.
"I can't believe the old Batman would have ever done this," the current Batman said to himself as he landed on a rooftop. But hey, training was training. Maybe he'd need to know his top speed scampering across rooftops and through the sky while being a pony.
And maybe he'd have some fun doing it. And maybe you couldn't stop him.
[OOC: Open like the skies above us. And yes, he's identifying himself as Batman in this post. Weirdest secret identity defense ever.
ETA: Apologies to people in this post. Apparently I'm sick and asleep today. Bah.]
- The Park, Saturday Afternoon
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- electrocynic
- May 19th, 20:48
There was a pony with a green-white-grey colour scheme and an electrical current symbol for a cutie mark in the park, carefully carrying a lighter and a packet of cigarettes in its mouth. Sarah hadn't wanted to set her flat on fire, thanks. It had seemed like a better idea to head out before even trying to have a smoke. Of course, just trying to get out of MCA, let alone her apartment, had been absolutely bloody ridiculous, but she'd managed. She hadn't even begun to think about how this smoking thing was going to work, though. She'd get to that in good time.
Or right now. She stopped by a bench and carefully dropped the cigarettes and the lighter on it. And now, now she was thinking about her next dilemma.
"... Right."
Glancing around, she wasn't sure anyone would be willing to help a pony smoke, but anyone citing animal cruelty related ethical reasons for not helping was going to get kicked into the pond.
[ooopen!]
- Stark Industries | Saturday
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- dollpocalypse
- May 19th, 9:08
This was not the first time Fandom had turned Topher into a pony. It was, however, the first time Fandom had turned him into a pony when Topher had a date planned.
Fandom, you were such an ass sometimes.
So he went to work, hovering a little behind the counter (because disgruntled or not, it wasn't like he was just going to waste the wings) and prodding at a circuit board with a hoof.
It didn't immediately break, but Topher decided it was best not to chance it and left it alone from there.
- The Boards, Saturday, All Day
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- apocalipped
- May 19th, 9:46
This morning when Jono had woken up, after the inevitable falling flat on his face that he'd done in an attempt to get out of bed on two legs, and after that his attempt to run a coffee maker without benefit of opposable thumbs, he'd let out a stream of curse words that would have made a sailor blush. Or possibly Wolverine.
Look, without coffee in his system, the realization had taken a while to sink in, okay?
It had taken a bit of effort, but he eventually did manage to make it downstairs. It involved backing up slowly down the steps, because, no, there was no way in hell he was going to attempt to take them headfirst today. And he even managed the doorknob, though it was more than a touch frustrating, and he found himself telling himself before noon that he was going to start going to bed with his sonic collar on, too. This was, after all, a bit absurd.
His shift at the Boards today was going to be spent glowering at the paperwork he couldn't do, and at the music equipment he couldn't set up, and... There were posters he should finally hang, but there was no way in hell he was going to put thumbtacks into his mouth. Sigh.
The Boards were open, only a little late while Jono figured out how the hell to unlock the front door. And that was going to have to do.
[And OCD-free! Whee!]
- Turtle & Canary; Saturday [ 05/19 ].
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- a_demosthenes
- May 19th, 6:38
Valentine was, admittedly, not too terribly surprised to wake up with four legs, a tail, and a distinctively equine quality about her that morning. This was, after all, Fandom, and she couldn't help but being a little indulgently amused to have things like that happening to her again. She was a little less amused by the obvious pink color to her fine coat and the unnecessarily addition of a big red bow as if to declare to anyone who was uncertain that she was the girl in the family, but, whatever, she'd roll with it.
Or trot, in this case.
She was also pleased to see, when she got into the shop today, that Apu was unaffected, since there was a lot of work to be done that day, and she didn't imagine she would get a lot of it done with hooves. She did find it a little fun to prance around him prettily for a little bit, though, as he just shook his head and warned that he wasn't cleaning up any droppings.
Today's Squishy flavor: Saltlick, Hay, Red
Turtle & Canary is open!
- The Devil's Nest [Friday night]
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- texted3times
- May 18th, 20:28
Eric was totally not there at all, being in a galaxy far, far awayshut it, I'm tired, and Tiny was behind the bar running up his Angry Birds score. He'll serve you if you're of age, of course.
[OOC: OCD free as I run offline for a while!]
- The Perk, Friday Evening
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- apocalipped
- May 18th, 21:06
Another week, another excursion back to Jono's own reality, to do more training with the New Warriors. The moment he returned to the island, he decided that he was going to do something that didn't constitute work. And so returning home to the Boards right away? Right out.
He'd found himself a table by the window this evening, and was nursing a cup of coffee as he looked idly out at the people passing by on the street. Fandom's idea of 'bustle' was far less hustle than New York, but that was refreshing, really. After a few days of alternating between Jubilee's astoundingly hard-ass training regimen and making faces at posters glorifying the Initative while trying to stay out of notice in plain sight, Jono could really handle a bit of hustle-free bustle.
And maybe some cream in his coffee. Whoever brewed this batch put enough grounds in to make it strong enough to sit up and bark.
[Open Perk! Hi!]
- Nast Sporting Goods [5/18]
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- likethestore
- May 18th, 18:13
For once, K-Mart had pretty much nothing to do at the shop, so she was attempting to be actually productive in terms of figuring out what she was doing with the rest of her life, since she wasn't doing the college thing. She'd figured out it just wasn't for her. But aside from that? She'd come up with precisely nothing.
Which would be why she was playing games on her laptop behind one of the counters instead of looking properly attentive. It wasn't like Sean would yell at her. He'd just give her that disappointed face that he was so good at making. But she'd deal with that if it came.
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- nookiepowered — The Devil's Nest, Saturday, May 26th
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- dollpocalypse — Stark Industries | Saturday
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