There's going to be a detention held next weekend with Sam and Max, so that means it's time for a lottery! Leave a comment here if you would like your student to "randomly" get picked to serve detention next Saturday.

Mina had arranged to meet with Mr. Algren that afternoon. It was not, repeat, not a date. Merely friends who had romantic feelings towards one another arranging a meeting in which there would be shared time and the consumption of beverages.

There would be nothing untoward. Really.

Mina had already ordered herself a large tea and had sat at a table, awaiting Mr. Algren's arrival.

[ooc: Thread locked, post open for other coffee needs!]

So, back in August, Elena had gone back to Edge, with Reno. A surprise visit while on the semester break, so she could kill monsters and maybe get Reno out of deep shit. And then she'd agreed to do some paperwork, for Tseng, and somehow that turned into "and at the end, we'll have a semi-date."

Not a date. Totally not a date. Just co-workers, splitting a bottle of vintage wine. Difference. Huge one.

Which was why she'd gotten an amazingly kick-ass dress, and insanely expensive shoes, and even some black-lace lingerie to wear underneath, thanks to Dite's shop. Look, she wasn't going to get laid tonight, but ... black-lace lingerie certainly never hurt.

She had a clutch purse in her hands, and the light fragrance of Dite's perfume drifting around her. Rose had been completely right about wearing her hair down, so she was going to give Rose extra-huge hugs later. Once she got back.

Because right now (she wasn't nervous, she wasn't, okay, she was, the hell with it) --

right now, she was going to take a deep breath and knock on Tseng's door.

The past 24 hours had passed for Bobby in a blur. They'd held Xavier's funeral as soon as possible, thinking to prevent the possibility of one of their enemies learning about it and choosing to attack.

( Which, of course, is exactly what Magneto had done. )

[ooc: ...Clearly I'm insane in trying to cram this much comic storyline into one trip home. OH WELL. NFB for distance, obvs, but OOC welcome.]

Frankly speaking, a Mat Cauthon with too much time on his hands was a kind of terrifying thing.

Witness example number one: Mat, in a common room, juggling an apple, two spoons, and a carving knife.

At least he wasn't blindfolded?

[OOC: So very open.]

Ino wheedled a deal out of the nurses. And, okay, had to put up with a fair few comments about at least she'd asked this time around. Whatever, geez.

She could be absent for a little while of her shift if she brought the nurses on duty back some of the food from the benefit.

Ino thought that was a perfectly awesome deal. So, she was in and out of the clinic today.

Kyle was having a staring contest with Liz the security robot dog today. He realized the futility of having a staring contest that didn't need to blink, but he wasn't giving up and letting a machine beat him by a forfeit.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Determination (tastes like blue), Futility (tastes like Grape), Red

As planned, Kate and Leto had handwavily left Fandom on Friday, acquired a crappy but cheap car by questionable means – Leto used Voice on the salesperson so they could buy it – and set out on their road trip.

So far it was seeming like an extremely good idea. Kate needed this, being in her world, being in a place where she knew the rules. The further they'd got from Fandom, the more relaxed she’d been.

Really, even this sleazy motel was making her happy with just how normal it was.

Of course, it didn't mean she didn’t want to leave and continue the trip. There was still a lot they could see before they had to head back. And they had to be out of the room by noon, anyway.

"I think I'd like to get some birthday cake today," Kate smirked, drying her hair with a towel after a quick, cool shower.


[ooc: For the boy mentioned in the narrative. NFB due to distance.]

The tents were up, the tables were set, the drinks were here, the posters were up, and the food was being prepared.

Welcome to a Taste of Fandom
A benefit to raise funds for the Boards Theater

[OCD on its way Up!]

Hey, Fandom! I know, I know, you're probably thinking, wait, this isn't Saturday, why am I hearing that sexy voice coming from my radio? My squirrelly minions came to fetch me a day early, and after trying to understand their frantic chittering, I realized they needed me to come in tonight and not that Timmy had fallen down a well. So...here I am!

( Two bits, four bits, six bits a peso, all for El Drake-o, stand up and say so! )

So that's it from Friday in Fandom. Have a fun weekend, and try not to be too confused when you don't hear me here tomorrow night. Me, I'm either going hit the slots in Vegas, climb the alps, or try to grope Tim Gunn. Or maybe all of the above.

…morbid curiosity.

That was what it was, Hinata decided, waiting outside Chilly Boulder for Hayley to show up and contemplating the fact that… well. Hayley was going to teach her about knocking boy's socks off or some such thing. Clearly, Hinata thought, this was doomed to failure.

And yet she'd shown up anyway.

It had to be morbid curiosity. And vaguely wondering, again, how she'd been talked into this. It seemed like a good idea at the time?

Hinata clasped her hands in front of her and waited patiently. She was good at that, at least. If likely to be incredibly poor at anything else discussed this evening.

[Hinata is here for Hayley, but post is open for all other ice cream needs!]

Damon was a bit late for his first night at work but he figured he had a good excuse, considering he had been off island picking up some dinner. He had the feeling people would prefer him being late to him draining them of blood.

Eating put him in an absolutely terrific mood too, judging from the way he was dancing around everywhere. He was actually kind of freaking Tino out.

[I'm gonna go get my drink on around...soon. So modding Tino might be your best bet]

It's been a while since she's seen the beach, she chose the area she frequently used for practice and settled there. After the prerequisite stretching Azula placed her hands behind her back, almost at parade rest and watched the ocean.

It wasn't bothering her as it used to Azula considered this a victory. Perhaps she should test herself later on.

(For Dinah! Open beach is open!)

With it still looking a little too rainy to properly enjoy the roof, Alex took himself down to the common room in an attempt to find something to do with himself. After a few moment's thought, he'd wandered over to the small kitchen area and started scrounging for the things he needed to make grilled cheese sandwiches with. After mentioning it the other day, he'd found himself with a craving.

He took time out to flick the television on, finding something mindless to give him some background noise while cooked. Of course, it'd been a few months since he'd made a grilled cheese sandwich for himself so he figured he was going to burn at least one sandwich or set something on fire. He hoped for the former but wouldn't mind the latter. It'd be funny, at least.

[cr's open like cr's tend to be!]

The day was cool and windy, slightly overcast, but still a good beach day as far as Karla was concerned. Maybe not to tan and play in the surf, but with a long-sleeved shirt and a good book? It was a good day for that.

Besides, there was enough wine (and chocolates and fresh fruit) to keep her warm. She glanced over to her companion. "So, it shouldn't have taken this long for us to finally have our beach day," she said, pouring a glass of wine and handing it over, "but this is a good day anyway."

[For the Turk, though open beach is open. Also, it always said Friday. We clear?]

Alice was in the mood for high tea. Which had led to a rather thorough argument with the employees at the Perk, in great detail, about all of the things they were getting Wrong.

"You can't possibly mean to tell me that you haven't any scones," she had scoffed. "Why on earth would you call yourself a tea shop and not have any scones? I suppose you still have tea, if you can call loose bags of stale herbs tea."

Finally, one of the poor employees had told Alice that she either had to order, or they were going to throw her out.

And so Alice was sitting near the window, merrily sipping her tea. Waving happily at the employees whenever they glared in her direction.

(so very open!)

Aravis was having a lazy day today.

Well, lazier than usual, anyway. She'd taken care of Trenor and Ata earlier, and given how she so despised the colder weather, she'd hurried back to her room and bundled herself in a blanket to read. She'd idly considered writing to Cor and Hwin about coming for Christmas, but ultimately, her largest effort thus far was to make herself a cup of tea before returning to her book and blanket. It was that sort of afternoon.

[expecting one, but the door's open!]

Farmville.

Bobby had gone and gotten Jonothon addicted to Farmville.

And it wasn't even as though Jono even knew how to use a computer, but at least he'd figured out enough to know how to turn the bloody thing on and make a beeline for Facebook.

//What do yer mean, all th'bits got lost on th'way to my computer? How the naffin' hell do yer refresh?//

Unfortunately, that was about all he knew. It was going to be an interesting shift in the library, with a somewhat amused Jean-who-was-a-bird perched on his shoulder.

[OCD freeeeee.]

Party preparations were on hold. The music was temporarily off in the store. There was a serious look in the eye of the goddess of love. Even Hercules was strangely subdued.

Cupid had . . . ( a problem )

She hung up, shaking her head. "Men."

'Dite's Decadent Delights is open.

Today the equations littering the board behind Mohinder were interspersed with skewed ellipses centred on and orbiting circles.

"The first attempts at modelling the mechanics of the larger scale world around us - planets, stars, galaxies - considered us to be the centre of everything - the thought in the mind of god," Mohinder said, sketching out an approximate model. "Our place in the universe has gotten ever smaller; this planet one of several orbiting a non-descript star, first in circles, then ellipses..." Mohinder continued to described the search for an ever more accurate understanding of the mechanics of the stars.

Finishing, he picked up a mesh of metal and gears. "This is only a simple approximation of this solar system." Complete with an tomato wobbling it's way around a slow orbit. "Not that your models have to be limited to this local star."

[OCD is up!]

Bobby had just gotten back to his room after history class and was psyching himself up for a nice, lazy weekend when his phone rang.

"Scott?" he said as he picked up. Thank god for caller ID. "What's up, man?

"That's not funny, dude.

You're- you're serious, aren't you?" No, that wasn't his voice hitching just a little. Was not. "Yeah, I'll be there. As soon as I can. I just need to, um. Pack, or whatever. I'll be there," he repeated. Oh, now he was babbling. Not a good sign.

He threw a few articles of clothing in a bag, not really noticing or caring what exactly he was packing. Once that was done, he made a few phone calls and scribbled a quick note for Kate: Had to go home. Not sure when I'll be back. Right before the "when", there was a scribbled blotch, as if he'd written "if" and then thought better of it.

Throwing his duffel over his shoulder, he headed off to the causeway.

[ooc: Bobby's gone home for a few days so I can put him through evil canon things while I'm off to visit my parents.]

There was an apologetic Hoshi waiting for everyone to arrive before starting the meeting. "Our Friday the 13th edition of the paper had an unfortunate mishap at the printers, so we don't have a paper this week," she said. "I'm going to take that as a sign that next week's newspaper has to be twice as awesome to make up for it. Does anyone have any suggestions on what we should cover this week?"

[Please wait for the OCD]

Harper did not what to know why the new shipment of clothes contained these weird tunics that didn't even fit on the mannequins. After trying for a while to come up with some sort of style, Harper gave up and relegated the tunics to the baby clothes section. They were certainly short enough to count as kids clothing.

Things Reborn was open!

[And OCD-free!]

Mary was pleased to see that her cows were upright once again and the glitch that wouldn't let her take trees out of her gift box was gone. Now it was time to see if she had enough coins to expand her farm.

In other words, Mary was glued to her laptop and might notice if people stop by the front desk, but it might be easier to send her a message on Facebook.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Pumpkin Bars

Free lunch for Farmville neighbors!

Normally Emma would head to the roof when she wanted to escape the ennui of her classmates, but she was still feeling a bit vexed from yesterday's ethics class, and wanted to work it off.

So it was the salle instead, and Emma had her own sword with her instead of one of the practice foils as she worked her footwork and positions. Prime, seconde, tierce...

[Open salle is open! Distract me from my Friday to-do list!]

Lily was just having a bad morning. There'd been oversleeping, there'd been mixing up her shampoo and conditioner so today was just going to have to be a ponytail day, there'd been some really bad coffee that had no right to even be called coffee... It was your typical Friday the 13th stuff.

But she figured she was safe once she got to work. Right until she sat down, crossed her legs, and noticed that she still had vegetable goo all over her gorgeous new boots from the other day. So now Lily was trying to find a way to maybe get the goo off the boots without ruining them. She should maybe not be trying this here.


[The OCD is having the same sort of day.]

"This week, we were going to concern ourselves with the sport of hockey," Arthur started, "But as I began to work on the exercises we were going to tackle, I realised that some of you might not know what it is." Neither did you before this week, Arthur, but nevermind that. "So today, we shall be watching some first. I'm told this," and he shook the DVD labeled Knockout Hockey: Fights and Brawls in demonstration, "Contains a reasonable depiction of the sport."

He cleared his throat. "There is pizza and drinks," he said, "I hear it is customary to have both of them while watching, so help yourself. Any questions? No? Good."

Arthur liked things when he was in charge. He did.

[[ wait for the ocd up! Have at! ]]

Mina had gotten sucked into the evil world of the internet even further.

Yes, she had a Facebook.

While she still was doing her clinic duty... she was also making sure her silly Farmville crops were not put to waste. As she thought, there were probably digital starving children in digital Europe or Asia.

You could find her behind the front desk. Trying not to look like she was on the internet.

[ooc: OCD free! Open!]

Under normal circumstances, Sam would have been ecstatic about fulfilling his presidential duties and leading a student council meeting, but today, he just looked tired and ready to crawl back into his brooding place bed.

"Hey guys," he said, once everyone was sitting down with some pizza. "So, Jean talked to Ms. Tatou about having a Thanksgiving dinner for the people who are sticking around in town, and she agreed to help. She and the cooking class will probably be doing the heavy duty stuff, and some of the cheerleaders were interested in helping too, so I think the best thing we can do right now is come up with possible menu options for large groups, so we have things to suggest. And if there's anything else you guys think we need to talk about, we can do that too."

"So it seems that we had a bit of a vegetable problem this week," Morgana said, snickering a bit at the memory. Hindsight had a way of making things seem much less frightening. "The lesson here, we believe, is that even the most innocent objects on the island could be turned into weapons or enemies if we are not watchful. Perhaps it might be a good idea to think of other things that seem innocent, but that could turn deadly? Is there anything we can do to prepare ourselves for strange and unexpected attacks? Besides helping others be armed at all times, at least.

Tyler's office hours today could be divided into three parts.

There was the morning, when he actually did his work and only occasionally glanced over at the Tony-pony napping on his office couch. (He'd told the pony that his hooves would ruin the upholstery. Tony's glare in response somehow managed to communicate he'd pay for it. Also that Tyler was ridiculous and very, very feminine for saying the word "upholstery.")

Then there was the really fun part when he tried to brush the pony and wrangle him out of the office to meet Steve. He got bitten on his thumb. Pony teeth hurt.

Then, in late afternoon, there was the odd feeling of not having a pony in his office anymore ... and sort of missing him.

[Open door, open office.]

This was a conversation she'd been putting off for a while, but -- especially given that yesterday had been one of the bad days -- really needed to be had, so Tahiri had handwavily called a couple of people and then gone to see about getting some snacks. Because snacks always made awkward situations slightly less so, right?

There was . . . well, okay, there was a box of cookies, one of those tins with all the different-shaped butter cookies that all tasted the same except some of them had sugar crystals on them. And a couple of pints of ice cream. That part was a given, really.

A few weeks to mull over the idea that Riina had slipped out and done something to help someone hadn't made it any less weird; maybe knowing more about that would change things. Not to mention she did owe Tara an explanation for the whole "hi, I went crazy and kind of scary on you and then didn't remember any of it" thing.

. . . maybe she should have gotten more ice cream.

[OOC: For the boy, and for Tara, and specifics of conversation resoundingly NFB, please. :)]

If there was one thing Barney could do for the strange mix of teens filing into his classroom, it was provide them with porn.

And so there was a very large bin of tapes resting on the top of the podium.

"Porn! It's one of the greatest gifts Jesus left to man when he created the VCR." Barney paused to sigh and pick up Space Orgy, an old favorite. "It's to men what romance novels are to women. So, instead of a dozen pages of drivel followed by a sex scene and a lead up to a fake plot point where there's more sex, etc, you get simple situational plots leading to a whole lotta sexing. It's better, trust me." Barney should know, these were the tapes he'd replaced with DVDs recently. Please, as if he'd be giving up his porn any other way.

"Your task today - Come up with a fantastic porn title and WRITE THE PLOT OF YOUR VERY OWN PORN! Mix and match your cliches and kinks, get those brains working! You're here to win friends, right? Nothing says friendship like sharing. Go ahead and take a gander through this box. No judgment from here if you slip a box under your shirt for later. These are all free to a good home."

Although the noise, the random eating, and the padding around the house at odd hours were... annoying, there was one huge advantage to the fact that Wade was currently a dingo: it kept Jan entertained.

She was currently out in the hallway, laughing, petting Wade's back and doing things with ribbons Cable really would rather not ask about (which didn't detract from his slight amusement at the fact) leaving space for Nate to go about his work.

For one, he was going through some Rumeki paperwork to help Irene with her investigation; for two, he had a benefit to write a check for.

[[ wait for the ocd up ]]

It was moments like this Ray reaaaaally wished the brass up in NY would freaking phone him already.

"What is it with you people?!" he roared into the phone, "I did not order a hundred pizzas! How many cops do you think we have out here? Huh? Besides, you know what happened here Tuesday? Yeah, you do. You know these slices got marinara all over them? Huh? Punk?"

Ralph wisely made a turn and left before he could even come close to the office.

[[ open! ]]

The staff were... listless, to say the least, and back to being slumped across their desks, eying each other across the distance.

Ida was tired of it. She had a plan.

Oh, it wouldn't be done by the day's end, but it would be done on Monday. With determination in her eyes, she set off to quietly replace all the water in the watercooler with Red Bull. Mwahaha.

Arthur appreciated the fact that his troubles and worries tended to remain nicely compartmentalized away, only to be taken out when needed, generally. It had been a long, long time since the issues with Dinah's magic, with Liir's, and he had settled into Fandom life with the acceptance that the magic users here were, all in all, not the worst sorts without letting it gnaw too hard or too long.

At least, that's what he'd convinced himself. The past couple of days had done a brilliant job of pushing all of that back to the surface - the fact that yes, he had thought about ways to sneak out from home to visit Fandom for Homecoming already, that he had killed quite a lot of magic users simply out of the conviction that they were evil, that life when he returned was going to be... more complicated.

Brilliant. Even thousands of years and miles away, his father managed to make him feel like shit.

Merlin seemed to have picked up on that, because midway through his determined attempt at focusing on the book he was supposed to be reading (Do Robots Snore Like Electric Pigs, something like that) a pear landed on his bed. He lowered the book and eyed the thing - clawed to all hell and nearly inedible - and then the bird, who was making earnest noises at him and tilting his head.

"...Thanks," Arthur said, nonplussed, which got him an even more concerned look. The bird cooed. He sighed. "But I opened the window because it's your feeding time, you twit. Get yourself a nice rabbit."

The bird leaned in closer. "I mean it," he said. "Your concern is touching, it really is, but I'm fine."

With another cooing noise, Merlin shoved his head against Arthur's knee once. Arthur gave him a Look. Then demonstrably held the pear up to his mouth and took a bite. "See? Now go on, you're thin enough without starving yourself and I'm not going to be responsible for it if you keel over from sheer ineptitude." He made a nudging motion with his leg. "I'll keep some bacon seperate for you."

There was a truly avian sigh, a roll of the eyes, and then Merlin flapped his wings, heading back towards the window sill. He didn't stray far, though.

"Insolent wretch." Arthur was oddly sure he was going to be covered in mauled fruit before the day was done with. He rather desperately hoped Merlin was going to turn back and soon. Because this was a nuisance. Yes.

He rolled the pear around in his hand before taking another bite. He smiled slightly, and came to the disturbing realisation that he did feel better.

[[ door is half-open, post is open ]]

Good evening to you all, Fandom. I am Arthur Pendragon for WTFH radio, bringing you the Fandom Squirrel Chorus to help lead you into the winter months.

*high-pitched chittering to the tune of Hijo de la Luna*

Thank you, squirrels. We will now be moving on to the actual news.

( Musical Prince Radio? )

Steve was in a fantastic mood today. It might have had something to do with the pony standing in the middle of the classroom, looking peeved. Yes, Steve had handwavily 'borrowed' Tony from Tyler. "Today we're going to be doing some life drawing in charcoal," Steve said. "Your subject won't be a person, it'll be a pony. This is Tony. You may know him as 'Mr. Stark,' but that's a little formal for a pony. Which he is, for the moment. Say hello, Tony."

The pony looked like it was thinking of biting him.

"If you'd like to pet the pony, you are welcome to try, but he's a bit temperamental and the school will not be held responsible for any pony-inflicted injuries." They could always try suing Tony once he was human again. "Get to it."

Arya opened up the store a bit early, inspecting all cabinets and corners for any vegetable stowaways. When she was reassured there were none, she set to unpacking a new shipment of items that had come in.

COYOTE MEDICINE Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services Welcome Homecoming Guests! THE MEDICINE WOMAN IS IN. Now Hiring! Saturday and Wednesday shifts available

Coyote Medicine is open.

[OOC: The OCD fled the island for the weekend.]

Jim had the TV on when people entered the room today. That could only mean one thing: it was another movie day.

"Morning. Today we're going to watch a movie all about how the Founding Fathers sang all the time. It's called 1776, and it's not really funny the way I normally go for, but come on, a singing Continental Congress? That's kind of amusing." He couldn't help but notice that one of his students seemed a little too amused by this description, so he had to take a shot in the dark. "Rose, have you seen this before?"

...Oh shit. "No?" Rose tried. "I've never seen it before ever?" She was terrible at lying. Terrible.

"Wow," Jim said. "That's really unconvincing. Go ahead, tell the class what you know about the movie."

Rose glared at him. Glared so much. "Fine. First I gotta say that my best friend totally forced me to watch this movie, and that's the only reason I know about it." Now that that was out of the way. "So this is awesome. I mean, they all sing, and that's pretty weird, but everyone hates John Adams cause he's a pushy bitch, but he's the only one who's got enough balls to want to declare independence so he sings about it." She paused. "And it's not like girly singing. Except when his wife sings."

"So he finally gets people to agree that they want to screw over England too cause crap, who wouldn't want to screw over England? And they all sing about it and worry that George Washington's army is going to get its ass kicked by the British. Which - spoiler alert - doesn't happen. He does get it on with Hamilton though, but, um, yeah, that's not part of the movie."

"The total highlight of the thing though is when Adams and Benjamin Franklin and Jefferson - and oooh, he's kinda hot actually, if you like red headed guys - all get together to argue over who's going to actually write the Declaration. Cause no one really wants to. Which, okay, is stupid since they're all AT THE CONVENTION to do something like that. But Adams is all "I can't write it! No one likes me!" And everyone agrees. So they finally make Jefferson write it except he's all cockblocked cause his wife is back in Virginia and he kinda sucks for a while. Not dirty."

"And then the entire story is saved because Adams and Franklin import Jefferson's wife so he can get laid. I'm not even making it up." She paused. "See, we always figured with all those guys there, they should've just taken care of it themselves cause some of that Adams/Jefferson dialogue is kinda sexy, but I guess the musical people thought his wife should be in there." Rose looked over at Jim. "Is that good?"

Jim gave an entertained smirk to the camera before answering, "Even better than I hoped. Everyone, be sure to look for all the manlove Rose noticed as you watch it."

And with that, Jim started the movie.

Jaina had decided to go home for the weekend, and at the moment, she was packed, caught up on everything she had to do for the moment. She came out to the common room, intent on dinner, then gave up after a quick search of the fridge and just ordered pizza. Really, she was going to spend a while eating military rations and something like gruel. She was going for something good tonight, even if there was way too much for just her.

And once channel surfing landed her on a Mythbusters rerun, she decided this was a pretty good way to spend a night before she had to go be all militaristic and professional.


[Open! Pizza is shareable and I need to do something that has nothing to do with RL.]

I probably should've done this… oh, a week and a half ago, but I totally spazzed out on it.

Anyway, at work I switched into a completely different department (which is totally awesome and I love it, but that's not the point of this) BUT their internet security is way way way more restrictive than my old position's was so the long and short of it is: none of my girls will really be around from 8am to 4pm CST.

I can ping from my phone, but that's about it. So it'll be massive SP during the day, but I'll totally still be around during the evening and most of the weekends.

This goes for Ino, Hinata, and Maron. ^^

Ben, Tino, and Teeone were all at the bar playing some UNO. Ben and Tino couldn't prove it, but they were both pretty sure the droid was cheating somehow.

[OOC: Still working a lot of overtime, explaining the lateness.]

For the second time, Cobra Commander's face appeared on every television screen in the world.

"People of the world, we live in a time of upheaval. Of competing parties, treaties, and creeds. This...chaos threatens your lives on a daily basis. I have come to bring order to that chaos. My order.

"Moments ago, I detonated a thermonuclear bomb in an uninhabited region of the middle east called the Empty Quarter. Consider it a demonstration, and a warning. Cobra now commands nuclear launch facilities on three continents. WE can and will deploy these weapons where we want, when we want. And if world powers to nod accede to my authority...I will begin choosing populated targets."

[Available to be seen if anyone wants to. Coming up, some pings from around the world and the US.]

Jon was late to work today, but he really didn't care all that much. He had a mourning girlfriend to take care, so he wasn't really paying attention to anything besides the Godiva website.

Hey, chocolate was never a wrong gift. Unless, you know, someone was allergic to it or something.

Fortunately, there didn't seem to be any attacking vegetables in town today. There was nothing attacking, nothing to shoot, and that was a GOOD thing.

At least, that's what Jack kept telling himself. He wasn't disappointed they were gone, no he really wasn't.

Okay, maybe a little.

Which explained why Jack brought his P90 to the store with him, and set it down on the counter in front of him. To his surprise, the cash register started throwing a FIT at having to share counter space with an instrument of war.

Have you ever tried soothing a cash register's hurt feelings? Or arguing with it once that didn't work? Jack wouldn't recommend either. He was just about THIS close to putting a bullet through the frigging machine.

Okay, so she was late. Call it fashionably late, or whatever. Elena was going to help herself to some of the absinthe behind the counter -- which had a lovely kick to it -- and then convince herself to buy that one dress she'd been eying. She did have a totally-not-a-date-dammit this weekend ...

(OCD-free and open and whatnot)

Simon arrived early and caught one of the nurses trying to hide the teapot. When he pointed out that its place wasn't among the laundry he got a glare in reply. It didn't matter much though; he had the teapot, and that was victory enough.

[open and OCD-free clinic]