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

::A much larger sign than those in the past has appeared in the Old Firm window::

WANTED:
Due to current commitments, Misters Croup and Vandemar
are currently looking for two sales associates to deal
with the consuming public while we may be preoccupied
on business ventures.

Please apply with your name, qualifications, and a very
exacting description of your moral standards.

We hope soon to be servicing your needs Twenty-Four Hours
a Day, Seven Days a Week."

[ooc: Applications to be left in comment form on this thread, thank you.]

Sunday Morning

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna wandered through the town, occasionally stopping to pear into the store windows. She didn't have a particular destination in mind, but she wouldn't mind finding somewhere where she could eat normal, non-cafeteria food. She was humming quietly to herself and was trying very hard not to laugh at her hung-over classmates.


((Feel free to join her, she's in a rare good mood.))

Announcement:

[det-lbriscoe.livejournal.com]

"Due to recent attack by an apparent *werewolf* in the town of Fandom, Detectives Briscoe & Logan will patrolling this evening. Citizens and visitors of fandomtownies should restrict outside activities during the evening hours until the full moon phase has passed. School Officials and Security have been notified of the incident.

Please contact det_lbriscoe or det_mlogan's voicemail if you have any additional information on the attacks.

Any new business sponsored by the New Jersey mob can expect a visit sometime this week to make sure all business permits are in order.

We thank you for your cooperation."

[OOC: "Splooshes"]

Jogging

[allie-cameron.livejournal.com]

Allie wakes up feeling much better than she did yesterday. She decides to go for a run to check out the town.



[ooc: feel free to stop her and talk... poor Allie hasn't gotten out much because her mun has been too busy playing her other character.]

Mass

[feck-arse-girls.livejournal.com]

feck_arse_girls and mannybianco are stood at the door of the church. Mass is still more than an hour away, but Manny had headed over to the church the moment he'd smelt the priest unlocking. They are deep in conversation.

The priest goes through the church, disappears into the vestry to prepare for the morning office.

Manny picks up two or three books, puts on a bright smile, ready to greet the faithful. He looks out.

No-one.

He continues to smile brightly at the deserted sunday-morning town.

He sits down.

He nods off.

He still has a couple of books in his lap, and a pile on the table by his side.

As he dozes, his lips can be seen moving slightly ..."praesertim illas quae maxime indigent misericordia tua."

At Luke's

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory walks in and waves to her stepfather, who immediately pours her a cup of coffee. She looks around for her mom.

Rory looks deliriously happy - probably because she is. And she can't wait to tell her mom about Friday night.

[ooc: I'll be gone until this evening - and I'm also sorry for not making this interaction happen sooner. If nothing else, Logan's mun and I didn't wrap up the date until last night. But in any case, Rory has been a negligent daughter. Boo.]

Sunday at Cinema Cohen

[theatermark.livejournal.com]

Cinema Cohen -- the town's one-screen vintage 40's movie theater -- is open for business. Today, the marquee reads:

RED EYE (PG-13)
FRIDAY * SATURDAY * SUNDAY
LAST DAY!!!!!
1 P.M. * 4 P.M. * 7 P.M. * 10 P.M.

The Perkolater

[allie-cameron.livejournal.com]

Allie walks into the Perkolater and orders a Chai Latte.

She sits at a table near the window and waits for scissors__.

The Huntzberger Residence

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica walks up on the front porch and takes a deep breath. She's had a few days to process running into Lilly and she is ready to talk to her best friend. She hopes Lilly is home.

Hand shaking slightly, she rings the doorbell.

Pure Inebriation

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*She's drinking a martini and mournfully glancing down at her hip. She misses the feel of her gun.*

Wonka Sweets Shoppe

[wonkacandyshopp.livejournal.com]

The gloved hand is momentarily visible as it tugs out an application that got stuck in the mailslot.

After a moment, it's back, stuffing the mailslot with blank applications in case there are more sweets lovers walking past today. The shop will not open until Monday, and there is still time for late comers to apply.

Man About Town

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

*hangover having abated more or less, John wanders out of his room and down the street.

Maybe he'll run into someone who wants to get some coffee or something to eat. He mumbles under his breath as he strolls*

Just please don't ask me to go out for a drink tonight... I'd like to be conscious for class tomorrow.

Around 6:00PM

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale can be found walking through town, frowning. He stops at each of the newly-appeared flowers pots, bends over it for a moment, and then moves on.

Sunday Evening

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

((CJ makes her way though the park after dinner, on her way to the TARDIS where she had drinks with the Doctor last night. An evening stroll is on the agenda, and CJ clearly has a spring in her step as she leaves her house for this evening constitutional))

slow night at the Bada Bing

[callingtheshots.livejournal.com]

Sundays are not the most popular day for strip clubs, but sometimes the action could get going after the Sunday sports, so the B2 is open for business, in case there is some... A couple dancers lazily circle the poles and the bartender has the game turned on the tv behind the bar. He absentmindedly wipes down the backbar as he watches the last quarter of the football game. A couple of guys sit very far apart at the dancestage tables, nursing drinks and taking turns holding out dollars for the girls to retrieve. The jukebox plays metal and old rock, strong beats to get the hips moving on the girls and the blood pounding in the paying customers. The weekend DJ was nowhere to be found as one hadn't been hired yet. Tony made a note to look for one, maybe putting up a help wanted flyer at the music store in town.

He sighed and thought about going for a walk. It should be safe enough to do that in this burg and not run into someone who might want to ventilate him. He checked his gun in the drawer of his desk. Put it back. He hoped he'd be safe enough. He nodded to the bartender on his way out, got a nod in return. He needed to hire extra help sometime soon, he made another mental note. Then he was out the door and in the soft evening light.

The Beach

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Almost sunset.

Veronica has had coffee with Wallace and caught him up on all the Lilly drama. She gets back to the dorm just in time to meet Charlie and head to the beach.

Chaucer's, Sunday Evening

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

The sign has been removed from the door of Chaucer's, allowing any potential customers to rightly assume that the shop is again open.

Spike's Pub

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

Red locked up and turned the lights out. All was in readiness to open shop on Monday. By the afternoon, his new employee would show and he would be able to institute something he thought the school population would like. It would take a few days, perhaps a week to put into place but it was brilliant if he thought so.

Out in the town, Red trotted along the sidewalk, his footpads silently moving along the concrete until he found himself sitting outside Spike's Pub.

Nothing to lose except getting thrown out, Red pushed in and went to the bar, ordering a Grenadine and Coke with an extra cherry.

Red liked cherries.

Pulling the money from his leg cuff, he sat at the bar - tail flicking about and enjoying his drink through a bendy straw, watching the other patrons in silence, occasionally singing softly with the drunken revelry.

Rare Books, Sunday

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

A new sign on the door of the rare books shop

OPEN
SPECIAL
The proprietor would like to extend the following offer
to all teachers and students at Fandom High:
All books purchased for class use will be half price.
Special orders welcome.

A. Phale

Evening, Aphrodite's Apple

[sheldonjsands.livejournal.com]

After sneaking a few bills out of the suitcase he gave Jayne this evening, Sheldon walks the three blocks to The Apple. He heard a rumor that the Madam was out on a visit, and wondered if any of the other staff might accept his ID.

He walks up the three steps to the door and rings the bell.

On Patrol...

[det-lbriscoe.livejournal.com]

Lenny and Mike walk through fandomtownies on patrol.

So far... all appears to be quiet.

The Park, Sunday Night

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

the4thsister and geoff_chaucer, having exited Spike's pub, set out for the Park for a late evening stroll.

[OOC: Any werewolves, cops, or other denizens of the Fandom Night should feel free to harrass say hello.]