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[heliophilic]

ImPorts are on here saying they can't find places open today. Some of the locals want you to know that's not the case. Here's a list of locally-owned businesses that are open today and would love your money:

[He includes a list of various places open in each porter city, including at least one movie theater, one bookstore, one place to hang out, one bar, and five restaurants, though in most cases it's more.]

Research is your friend, kids.

second promotion; text

[mickeyd_emon]

Merry Christmas. Now somebody recommend a movie to me that's not friggin' Santa and his army of deer minions and tiny green goblins, please for the love of all things evil and unholy.

If not movies, then manga. Or American comics. Damn, anything. I can't take this torture anymore!!!!!

video; CW: animal neglect

[superposition]

( cut for cw )

005; video

[bestever]

[epsilon is, for the first time ever, too lazy to go through the rigamarole of trying to convey his annoyance through voice and hologram. he made carolina dump him back in the android so that he could enjoy the spread if he had to sit through dinner, but it seems like the novelty has worn off (read: the tank is full) and he's retreated to a corner to whine at the network. he is also wearing one of his hanukkah gifts.] Alright, listen. I know y'all've got better things to worry about, but I need to put my foot down. [he stringently ignores a distant kerfuffle behind him; though there's an orange and black blur that JINGLES its way past him, the deepening in his frown is probably just subconscious. or maybe in response to the sudden screeching coming from the kitchen. that tinkly little blur DID almost seem to have a drumstick shape near the front, didn't it? might explain the clamor coming from the other room.]

Christmas is officially over as of... [he glances offscreen briefly, checking the timestamp in the corner of his field of vision. this doesn't mean much, since... he can never remember which date is actually the important one and which is 'eve' or whatever.] Whatever. Whenever. Soon. The point is, the time for holiday cheer has officially come to an end. That means no more decorations, no more forced friendliness, and most importantly!

No more carols. If I have to listen to one more bubblegum trash ballad about giving hearts away or wanting somebody as a present, I'm gonna die. Just spontaneously expire. Seriously, how anybody makes it through two solid fucking months of the same chirpy songs is completely beyond my compre--

[the helmet that flies in from the other room is... pretty recognizable. also? pretty heavy. and pretty accurately dead center in the back of his skull. church responds to this quite eloquently, by tipping over and bringing the frame with him, cursing loudly for a moment before he shuts the feed off. replies will probably be after things at H003 have calmed down slightly. um. relatively, rather.]