A visit to Perkolator

[mannybianco.livejournal.com]

A very battered man comes into the shop. He's clearly very angry about something. His shirt used to be white, but it's smeared with soot and brick dust. There is a fragment of red-glazed tile in his long light-brown hair. He strides purposefully towards the counter, and then suddenly stops, takes a tiny book out of his pocket, and reads briefly.

*When things are stressful, think of something entirely different. Step away from the situation and write a haiku*

He replaces the book and takes a deep breath. He saunters up to the counter.

A four-shot latte,
Wet, with caramel syrup,
In a two-shot mug.
he pauses
Please.

He takes his drink, and sits at an empty table. A cloud of soot and brick-dust settles gently around him, and he smiles beatifically at the other customers. It'll be a while before his unfortunate reaction to excess caffeine kicks in.

Cinema Cohen Grand Opening

[theatermark.livejournal.com]

*Mark unlocks the theater doors and proceeds to rearrange the candies at the refreshment counter, pick invisible dust off the plush theater seats, tie black and silver balloons to anything handy, untie them, tie them again, double-check his ability to run the new projector, answer good luck calls from Roger and Collins, and generally twitch for the next two hours.*

Tickets are $7 each, doors open at 12:30. We have Charlie in the ticket booth, Hurley at the refreshments counter, and Wallace taking tickets and doing cleanup.

Enjoy "March of the Penguins."

Perkolator: Open for Business

[coffeesmith.livejournal.com]

Anyone looking through Perkolator's windows before 6am would see Mrs. Smith setting up: taking chairs off tables, starting coffee machines, writing the daily specials on the board, etc. At 6am on the dot, she unlocks the door, then walks back behind the counter.

Party at the Echolls house (After dark)

[fh_jackass]

Logan's house hasn't managed to aquire much clutter in the few days he's been living there, but there is half of a surfboard on the back deck. (It looks as though something bit it in half, and Logan himself has a bit of a limp, but he's not volunteering any explanations.)

The house is stocked and ready to go. The tiki torches have all been lit. Condoms are discreetly stashed in drawers all over the house, the liquor cabinet has been unlocked (though the really good stuff is hidden in Logan's room), and the kitchen has been filled with food and drink mixables.

The only room locked up is the utility room - one of the roommates has an important project stashed in there.

Logan's heated up the grill, taste-tested some of the alcohol, and now he's in the living room playing Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas.

Tying Up Loose Ends...

[alltime-top5.livejournal.com]

Sign on front door of Championship Vinyl:

***CLOSED EARLY DUE TO OWNER DJ GIG***
***OPEN AT NOON TOMORROW, LATER IF HUNGOVER***

I called and left messages for all applicants asking about availability, which I totally blew off earlier. Oops.

At Black Books

[mannybianco.livejournal.com]

Buzzing with insane quantities of caffeine, Manny repairs and redecorates the kitchen. He produces breakfast for grumpy_sod, and then rushes around tidying the shop in case his two new friends from the coffee shop turn up. He sorts out a selection of books about magic, arranging them neatly in piles on the table at the front of the shop. He adopts a carefully calculated nonchalant pose, but soon has to change to his regulation slouch because his back is hurting.

Bernard, there's a girl who wants to work here. She wants the experience, she might be prepared to work for nothing. Bernard ... Bernard?

Bernard is asleep in his breakfast. Manny sighs.

The Perkolator

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Most of the students have gone to Logan's party, so the atmosphere is rather calm.

Sara and Julian walk in and sit down at a table.

First Day

[aroseintime.livejournal.com]

Mum was driving me a bit mad, she was. Thought I'd give this place a go.

I 'spose I should sort out which classes to enroll in. Sod it. I'll wait until Monday. I ought to look for a flat first.

There seems to be a party going on in town somewhere. Perhaps I should meet some of the locals?

House Warming, or, well, empty house with food and booze here:

[deirdreofamber.livejournal.com]

ETA: player will be out until late, start without her.

OOC: Starting thread early, time zones being what they are, and "roommate" on another continent anyway, might as well open it up and let people go crazy. I know there is another party tonight as well, so there are plenty of things to do, places to vandalizego.)

*walks into kitchen, pokes at computer terminal*

"Ghost, wake up and talk to me. Did you get the security in place yet?"

"Of course." The voice is quiet, masculine, and with only a hint of mechanical.

"And what about the Trumps, we are shielded, right?"

"Yes, auntie, nobody can spy on you."

"Stop that! You know it creeps me entirely out when you pull that crap."

A distict chuckle is heard, then the screen of the computer flickers and a layout of the entire grounds appears. Certain places on the grounds are coloured in red, others are blinking blue and the majority is green.

"As you can see, I have limited the access to the paths that remain unstable, and the blinking blue parts are places that only you may take someone, and then there is the majority of the grounds, which are perfectly safe. Now, then," the picture changes to a blueprint of the house, "your roommate may take guests into his wing, but nobody can go there without him, and the same goes for you, guests have restricted access to your wing unless you are present. And I have taken the liberty of closing off the armoury and the servants quarters entirely. And items taken from the house or grounds that aren't in your hands will be, well, retreived."

"Thank you, Ghost. It was good of you to think of that. Cook would be burning my breakfast for months if someone stole her Grimoire or poisoned knitting needles or Pattern forbid her stone for soup. But can we keep the manticores to a minimum, please."

"I suppose." He sighs with extra drama.

*flicking through the blueprints, checking that the grounds are ready and secure as need be.*

*Could you print..."

"Done." Ghost interrupts midsentence. "Maps of the grounds are already at the front door and I already have a program written and ready to execute that will transfer food and other needed items to areas that have guests."

"You think of everything."

"It was how I was programmed."

"Don't give me that line, I know better Ghostwheel."

"Whatever you say."

"You only take that tone when you want something, what is it?"

"I can't get into the school, it has wards. Take a laptop with you so I can see what is inside."

"You are worse than a little kid."

"I am a little kid."

*rolls eyes*

"I will think about it."

*pats terminal. Goes to Hall to check map. Ghostwheel has everything on it, stables, poolhouse, woods.*

I check the house top to bottom, it is all ready. Bar set up in the den and another in the big room downstairs with the electronic things and the pool table and the other game things in it. Ghost says I should watch more of the television so I will fit in better. But who has time? I still need to write 100 words about cheese. There is food available in the dining room and the lounge, as well as at the pool with another bar. The music room is open, as is the library, which is safe for everyone to go into and come out of again.

I come back to the Hall and am greeted by a young maid. She offers me a map and says, "I am not sure where the mistress of the house is at present, but feel free to enjoy the hospitality of Chambre d'ambre."

"Lords of Chaos, that sucks, Ghost!" I yell.

The maid flickers and again addresses me, "Welcome to Ch..."

"No!" I yell again.

*Flickering*

A young man stands in front of me. He hands me a map. "Hello, make yourself at home and don't break the funiture."

*laughing*

"That is just fine, Ghost, a perfect greeting."

The young man smirks and blinks out of existence.

****

When you (the guest) enter the house, a young man greets you with a flyer showing you where you can find food, booze, fun, whatever. He also informs you that your host _steele_ and hostess deirdreofamber are around somewhere, please feel free to explore and one of them will be along eventually. You will find an old fashioned music room, a den, a library and a dining room as well as a couple of sitting rooms on the main floor. Some generic bedrooms and sitting rooms are upstairs, looking a lot like hotel rooms. In the basement is a rec room with stereo, pool table, tv and games (video and otherwise), as well as a room that looks like a gym, with lines on the floor. (you might recognise a fencing practice area) There are bathrooms on each floor. The house is huge, but doesn't look it from the outside. In one room on the upper floor you see portraits of people looking very very old fashioned. One of them is Deirdre. Another is a stern looking man in a crown. Still another is a crazy looking guy that seems to be watching you. it is creepy and you leave the gallery wishing you hadn't seen that picture.

(no subject)

[padmeofnaboo.livejournal.com]

Padme Amidala takes a walk outside of her apartment, dressed to the nines, and on her way to a party.

Unfortunately, she comes a little too close to a certain tree. Said tree reaches down a branch around her ankle and chucks her into the lake.

She pulls herself out, thoroughly soaked and shouting out curses (at least she thinks they are curses) in that funny language Wash and Jayne keep using). then then makes a mental note to ask for "Vera" or an axe.

Whichever she can get her hands on first.

Well, well, well....

[madam-satine.livejournal.com]

I open in two days, and I think I have everything in control. I have a small staff...

Bagoas is my Assistant. Sweet little eunuch with a princely face. (Alexander)
Frank Donovan. Ex FBI. Jewish man, gorgeous body... good skills. (UC: Undercover)
Jewel. Amazing girl. Redhead. Big eyes. Great decorating skills. (One Night at McCools)
Sebastian Valmont. Blue eyed blond. All American rich boy. (Cruel Intentions)
Nandi. Older woman, but used to run a house of her own. Gorgeous. (Firefly) ((also see on CSI))
Letty. A little bit Latino. Tough as nails and loves fast cars. (Fast and Furious)
Giselle. Beautiful English woman, once I got all the nasty makeup off her (Pirates of the Caribbean)

I could use a few more staff, possibly, but for now, this will do.
The house is perfect. 10 rooms upstairs. Kitchen, Dining area, office and lounge with bar is downstairs.
6 full bathrooms.

Luxurious and rich colours. Fabrics all imported.
Now all I need is a name for my establishment, and I will be set.