Coffee and Biology

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

sogothcally and notcalledlizzie head into the Perkolator, discussing the nervous system.

OOC

[hollandmanners.livejournal.com]

[I realized that with the Junior Achievers out to take over the world, they were going to be ending up in jail. And who better than a Wolfram and Hart exec to keep the demons and pyschopaths of fandomhigh out of prison? So unless anyone is morally opposed, Holland is going to be setting up an office in town and doing his evil best to keep an eye on the young evildoers, especially Lindsey. Because Lindsey signed a contract. *insert evil laugh here* I'll make a real post in the morning. Too tired to think now.]

The Old Firm, Closed.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_the_old_firm/]

::the sign on the door of The Old Firm has been flipped over, indicating it is now closed::

::a new note has appeared below the sign::

It reads:

"If you are in desperate need of our services of goods, we do have a Perfectly Servicable Mail Slot, where you may drop a note of your current needs. Especially if these needs include books that Mr. Phale is unable or unwilling to sell to his customers.

Signed,
Mr Croup and Mr Vandemar"

(no subject)

[det-lbriscoe.livejournal.com]

Deep Voice:
"In the criminal justice system, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups: the police, who investigate crime; and the district attorneys, who prosecute the offenders. These are their stories."

*doink-doink*

Lenny looks over his notes from the previous nights investigation. So far there were no real clues, but the CSI teachers will probably change all that today. Lenny looks over the list of names sheldonjsands gave him last night.

( People to interview today )

Lenny sighs and drinks his stale coffee. It's going to be a long day.

In Jail. Singing the blues.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Swing low...
Sweet chariot...
Comin' for to carry me home....

Powders Laundrette Opens for Business

[punkassjohnny.livejournal.com]

punkassjohnny and pakiboy_omar have spent most of the past week working over the building they've chosen for their second Powders Laundrette. They've scrubbed and polished, painted and plastered, laid plumbing and tile. The storefront is now entirely transformed: the plate-glass windows shine; the sunshine deepens the blue of the fresh coat of paint the bricks have been given; the large neon sign attached to the roof lies ready to spell out 'POWDERS' in five-foot-high, two-tone blue letters against the night sky. All in all, it looks quite spiffy.

Inside, all is in readiness, as well. The chrome trim on the washers and driers lining the walls gleams. The two large tables set up in front of them, as yet completely empty, stand ready to have laundry folded upon them. The trio of moveable-backrest bench-sofas that sit end-to-end at the front of the establishment invite patrons to get comfortable while waiting for their laundry to finish washing or drying. At the back of the large room, a door - that presumably leads to the manager's office - stands open, framing the dark-haired young man who's leaning against the door jamb, dressed in stripey trainers, jeans and a white shirt, and surveying the contents of the room. He seems pleased with everything, but his eyes particularly light when they take in the assortment of hanging plants scattered around the room, the trio of classic video game machines set up in one corner and the stacks of brightly-coloured laundry baskets that sit in the other.

Outside, a taller, skinnier young man with two-tone hair stands on the pavement, giving their new neighbourhood a thorough looking-over. He seems pleased to note the residential section that starts just to their south, as well as the diner situated just across the street, and he looks only a little less pleased when his gaze settles upon the bar at the far end of their block. He doesn't continue standing outside for long, however, as the morning air is still a bit chill and his teeshirt a bit thin. Instead, he turns, flips the OPEN/CLOSED sign to 'OPEN' and walks back inside to join his partner. The new Powders Laundrette is open for business.

(no subject)

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

I am making this post to remind the townies of a couple of the rules:

1. Townies who are not enrolled at Fandom High ARE NOT ALLOWED ON CAMPUS. I repeat, they are NOT ALLOWED ON CAMPUS. That is the point of fandomtownies. Detectives, this is a big point with you two, since we already have security on campus in prisoner_rover and he's doing just fine, thank you very much. Real detectives wouldn't simply storm onto campus and arrest a student like that without alerting the principal or other staff, so don't.

2. Please, PLEASE check with either I or jerusalem_s before suddenly showing up in town, at least so that we can keep up with who's there. There's already been one case of a character as a student and a townie due to miscommunication, and we'd really like to keep that from happening again.

Thank you.

Flat above the pub, early Thursday morning

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

*scribbles in notebook*

To Do:

1. Consider hiring on second bartender; pub got rather busy last evening.

2. Decide if moonshine shots profitable or not.

3. Pick up blood, two cases rum, and toothpaste.

4. Set up voicemail system. Done, and wired into both the pub and flat above.

*ponders*

*takes out blank paper*

NOW HIRING
Need part-time bartender. Call to set up interview. Cash pay.

*posts sign downstairs in pub window*
*goes back to bed*

In the park ...

[mannybianco.livejournal.com]

[ Early on Thursday morning. Very early. Very very early. ]

Manny emerges from the shop carrying a bag of bread, and carefully locks the door behind him. He walks down the road and into the park, and leans on the rail by the pond. He reaches into the bag and pulls out a slice of bread. The ducks swim over. He tears off a small piece of bread and throws it onto the water. The ducks rush forward, but pause suddenly while still several inches away. There is some brief quacking. One of them approaches cautiously and sniffs at the bread, and returns to the group. There is further quacking, and the ducks swim carefully away.

*sighs*

Manny clearly has something on his mind.

Posted on various telephone poles and walls in town...

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

( New Advertisement )

(no subject)

[immorrisday.livejournal.com]

*stands outside the Kwik Stop, looking for customers and to get laid*

At Aphrodite's Apple...

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

"Hello?" River calls tentatively, standing in the doorway of the establishment. The entry parlor is sumptuously furnished, with sofa and chairs upholstered in what looks like exceedingly comfortable velvet. "Hello? Is anyone here?"

Parker said this would be a good place to look, to see if I could find something to ... distract me from Adama. River glances around again, hoping that someone will appear. Hopefully it will be.

Wonka Sweets Shoppe

[wonkacandyshopp.livejournal.com]

In the old, on the brink of being condemned, little shop beside the Perkolator there is suddenly a lot going on. Trucks are driving up and unloading huge crates that disappear into the dark of the shop.

An eager, nervous voice is heard talking within.

After a while, someone goes out a nails up a sign and a poster.

The sign reads:

WONKA - Sweets Shoppe.

The poster reads:

Grand Opening Monday 19 September!

A little further down it says:

Help wanted! Inquire within. Must love sweets and chocolate.

Coming Soon!!!!!

[madam-satine.livejournal.com]

Madame Satine and Aphrodites Apple are pleased to announce the future installation of

Pandora's Box

Run by the charming and handsome Sebastian Valmont.

This discreet and intimate store will have the answers to all your wildest questions, and the goods to supply all the dreams come true.

Opening soon, just off of main street, just south of the park.

(no subject)

[http://users.livejournal.com/_the_old_firm/]

::the sign on the door of The Old Firm has been flipped over, indicating it is now again open to customers::

::as usual, a new note has appeared below the sign::

It reads:


"Today we will be featuring several artifacts and devices
guaranteed to make your gruddy little faces known to all
of the voting constituency of your quaint school. In other
words, we are ready to serve your campaigning needs."


For people who've not entered the shop, a description of the interior layout can be found HERE

(no subject)

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*comes downstairs and flips over sign in the window of Aphrodite's Apple to "open".

Below it is a sign that reads:

Aphrodite's Apple: Skilled, descreet companionship. Males and females welcome. All tastes catered to. Age 19 and over only, please.

Let us fulfill your needs. Inquire within about our rates.

Madam Satine, Proprietor


*comes out the door and heads off to class*

Spike's Pub, Thursday Afternoon

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff strolls up to the bar and orders a beer, then takes a seat at one of the tables and commences to people-watching.

Our Lady of Craggy Island

[feck-arse-girls.livejournal.com]

A handsome young man with a foolish grin on his face is pushing a wheelchair. The young man is dressed as a priest, although he wears a bright red knitted tanktop over his black clothing.

In the chair sits an ancient wreck of a priest, stinking of cheap alcohol and furniture polish.

They emerge from the side of the church, and approach the large noticeboard outside. The elderly priest in the chair rises shakily to his feet and pins a notice to the board.

The notice reads as follows:

Our Lady of Craggy Island Roman Catholich Church Mass 10pm Saturday 8am 11am 3pm Sunday Weddings - Baptism - Funerals Confessional by arrangement

He collapses heavily into the chair once more, and the young priest pushes him down the road towards the nearby Parochial House. The young man asks his elderly charge if there's anything he wants to do.

The answer is immediate and vigorous.

Drink! Drink!

(no subject)

[http://users.livejournal.com/___lily_evans_/]

After class, Lily decided it would be nice to take an afternoon walk in the park before her shift at the clinic. She'd heard there was a nice pond there somewhere...

Pretty Flowers

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Feeling that the mood in town is beginning to get a bit dark, Aziraphale decides to do something to help perk everyone up.

Tasteful flower pots have begun appearing in front of all of the businesses in town, with especial attention to the building housing The Old Firm.

Black Books Thursday Afternoon

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige walks in to the shop yawning, she clearly didn't sleep much last night*

*She sees Bernard asleep behind the desk and decides against waking him*

Manny!

Explosion is heard over by Sheldon's house...

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

Mac runs like hell to see what happened at his still.

Perkolator - Thursday, 5:30PM

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::The coffee house has been unusually quiet today, so when Hank shows up and relieves the early afternoon worker, he has nothing to do but sit behind the counter. He decides to make use of the opportunity and pulls out his Physics book and starts reading it.::

Pure Inebriation

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*Walks in, looking tired and sporting faint bruises.*

Martini--don't hold back on the vodka. And keep 'em coming.

*Mmmmm...martinis*

Championship Vinyl

[alltime-top5.livejournal.com]

*Rob is refiling records idiotically misplaced by moron customers. Next time he sees Blondie stuck in with Bluegrass, he's going to scream*

My Top 5 Artists Who Can Be Misfiled And It'll Probably Be Accurate to Some Point In Their Career:

1. David Bowie
2. Elvis Costello
3. Madonna
4. Eric Clapton
5. Pat Boone (in only for his complete reversal to heavy metal for one album)

Chaucer's

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff props open the door to his shop and settles in for the evening, hoping for a visit from a certain young lady.

Echolls Residence

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

A completely hysterical Veronica pounds on the door to Logan's house.

"Logan!" she calls between sobs. "Logan!"

She bangs on the door some more.

"I know you're in there and I know you hate me but I need you right now, Logan. Please answer the door!"

She pounds a few more times and then sinks to the ground, knees pulled up to her chest and sobbing hysterically.





[OOC: mun will be going to bed soon, so we may need to wait until tomorrow to play this out...]

Chaucer's Is Closed, Gambling Still Available Around Back

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

The following hastily scribbled sign can be seen nailed to the front door of Chaucer's:

CLOSED
Possibly for several days.
The door is open, leave your commission requests in the book.
Feel free to continue use of the back room.
Don't break anything.
Don't bother me.
-Geoff

(no subject)

[ex-goodnigh734.livejournal.com]

Jess walks into town after getting Rob's message.

Probably hung up on some girl. Trouble. Big trouble.

He opens the door to Championship Vinyl and flips the sign to OPEN.

"Now.. what to listen to..." he muses to himself as he searches through the records to find a decent album to play.

Settling on The Ramones, Leaving Home album, he hoists himself up onto the counter and reads his copy of A Coney Island of the Mind.

Rare Books Closed for the Weekend

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

New sign on the door to the rare books shop:

CLOSED
The proprietor apologizes that he has been called away unexpectedly.
Please leave messages and book orders in the post box,
or consider visiting Black's Books down the street.
KINDLY DO NOT PLACE YOUR ORDERS AT THE OLD FIRM.

A. Phale

Something legal this way comes

[hollandmanners.livejournal.com]

Flyers spotted around town

All right! That's it! I'm getting the heck out of here!

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Sorry principalconnor... feel free to alter results as needed ]

When we last left off...

Principal Connor had just issued det_lbriscoe and det_mlogan and ultimatum to release her student or face her lawyer. Det. Logan said something about Principal Connor being a "School Mistress" and...

( Click here to continue )

Marty rubs his ear and wonders if he is truly done for the night.

In a back booth

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova is ensconced in the back of Pure Inebriation, ostensibly doing homework. Instead she is doodling.

( Have a look at the notebook . . . )

She sips slowly at her vodka, absently retracing lines . . .

Thursday night

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

CJ writes an email to her dad:

( Well, Dad, I'm settled in to my new place )