Upstair's at Chaucer's - Sunday Evening

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige stands looking out the window, trying to decided whether she should go back to her dorm, she forgot to call cookinggeek to tell she'd be away and didn't want her getting worried. On the other hand she really doesn't want to leave geoff_chaucer and go back to an empty bed*

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[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*takes a quick side trip on the way to school*

*sets this and this close to the boarding ramp of The Millenium Falcon*

*hurries away to class before he's seen*

Witch Delivery Express: Delivery for Bug of Justice

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Kiki is flying busily about the town today.

She knocks on the door for bugofjustice, lugging a medium-sized wooden crate. It must be heavy, because she's flying slowly and a bit unsteadily. She lands with a *thump* and knocks on the door. The crate is marked as being from a_phale.

Witch Delivery Express: Delivery for The Old Firm

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

When Kiki is finished at bugofjustice, Kiki lands at the door of the_old_firm. She pulls a small package from a basket. It is from a_phale. She rings the doorbell.

Now Hiring!

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb's Diva Dive

is now hiring waitresses and cashiers.

Grand opening tonight!

Leave a message on the voice mail if you're looking for work.

Grand Opening

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

The Emporium is opening tomorrow at 8 AM, under the proprietorship of Michael Novotny-Bruckner.

We are currently hiring clerks. Leave a voicemail.

Out of smokes and swinging by the Kwik Stop...

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Shifting her dirty green backpack up onto her shoulder, Shane pauses at a stop light and pushes the button so that she can cross at the intersection. She's dressed in tight, low-riding jeans, an olive green wifebeater and a gray hoodie with a battered denim jacket over that. Her appearance as well as her mannerisms are decidedly androgynous, her dark, medium-length hair falling into her placid green eyes. She could either be a very beautiful woman or a very hot guy, depending on your type and what you're into.

As she waits, she digs into her pockets, pulling a beaten-up pack of Marlboros from one and a silver Zippo lighter from the other. She opens the pack and she frowns as she realizes that she's out of smokes.

"Shit," she mutters with little gusto, letting out a ragged sigh.

Lifting her head up, she glances around and spies a convenience store, the Kwik Stop, across the street. Her eyes dart over to the crosswalk sign; it soon flashes, telling her to WALK.

Chucking the empty pack of cigarettes in a nearby trashcan, Shane hooks her fingers around the straps of her pack and starts across the street, bound for the Kwik Stop. As she approaches, she sees a pair of guys standing to one side of the convenience store's door. She jerks her chin up in greeting at the two of them, smiling easily as she pulls the shop door open and steps inside.

Monday afternoon

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

CJ leaves her 301 with a smile on her face. There was actual discussion today, even if she did slip back into lecturer mode.

She slips on her trainers, drops her pumps in her bag along with the papers she collected today, and heads down toward Perkolator to pick up a caramel macciato, iced, non fat, and then head home to try on everything she owns. Twice.

She has a real date tonight, with reservations and everything. Life is going very well for CJ.

Early Monday Morning - The Coffee Shop

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

janet_fraser, call_me_red_ac(ooc - Paige cos the tag wasn't showing on my computer) walk into the coffee shop for breakfast, Paige looks tired but excited, Angela looks slightly worried, Janet seems fine.

Oh, what the bloody hell ever, then, eh?

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

*rings up conathon and _gottahavefaith on three-way conference call*

Right, then, kids. You both want to bartend, eh? Have at it. Both of you, if you manage to show up every now and a again, you're hired. One of you want to take nights, the other weekends? I don't bloody well care how you suss it out between yourselves. Tell me what you'd like and whatall.

Training period for a time as well. Show you how to do a bit more than just pull a proper pint of Guinness.

((OOC: We can try to work out actual vague work schedules, if you guys want.))

Barbossa hits the town

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

Barbossa walks through the door at Pure Inebriation and heads straight to the bar. He pulls the top half of a solid gold (and totally naked) statue of a Greek goddess out of his seabag and plunks it onto the bar.

"It be 'Talk Like a Pirate Day'," he explains to the bartender. "I'd be most obliged if ye'll use this to pay fer anyone who wants to be drinkin' rum with me to celebrate."

A mug in his hand, he turns towards the door to wait for his fellow classmates to join him. Or anyone else interested in free alcohol, for that matter.

In town floral delivery

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

Delivered in town to the Echolls Residence, attention Logan Echolls (psycho_jackass).



( The card reads: )

(no subject)

[trulydeath.livejournal.com]

*Death.

Coffee shop.

Glad to talk to people casually off the job, as she's really quite bored sometimes.*

Spikes Pub

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia sits at a table, kicking back with some fish and chips and an ale. *smiling to herself she pops in her anti-hangover pill and enjoys the burn in her throat*

Monday evening.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

The last few times she was in town, Duce noticed that Spike's Pub was apparently the place to hang out. Duce was not in a good mood, after seeing the nasty bouquet and note left in the school hall earlier. Gritting her teeth in anger, she stomps off toward town.

Making her way into town, she headed into the pub to see what all the fuss was about. Carrying her sketch pad, she found a quiet table and ordered a soda.

Crowd-watching and nursing her soda, she begain to work on some of the Indian designs Red had asked to see.

((+WARN: FOUL IC MOOD))

Luke's Diner - Yearbook Meeting

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory enters the diner, and waits until a reasonable nunber of people show up.

"Hey everyone! Glad you could make it. I just wanted to meet briefly and discuss the idea of having a fundraiser.

Professor Jerusalem has some equipment that can make any number of foods - so I was thinking of maybe setting up a cart and vending treats of some kind on Saturday? We'll need cash in order to buy most of our supplies, since the school budget doesn't cover things like film, and I wouldn't expect our photographers to pay out of their own pockets for it.

Let me know how you feel on that. Oh, and hi to our newcomers! If you decide to join the staff, be sure to talk to me about it, and I'll be happy to find a place for you. We still have one editorial position open in photography, and any number of regular staff spots left.

Oh - and one last thing. Order anything you guys want for dinner - it's on me. (I recommend the French toast or the burgers. Both are excellent.)"

Out of Town...

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

At 3.30pm (fandom central time), a plain blue sedan pulls up outside the school gates. A young airman is seen driving.

Those nearby sees Elizabeth talking to him, which eventually leads him handing her the keys and, with one last, slightly worried look towards the smiling brunette and the car, heads on down into town.


[ooc: Well, Liz is heading out to Colorado with Janet and there's this poor, unsuspecting airman wondering around town. Have fun with him (but remember, he needs to be able to drive the car back later!)]

In town delivery to Chaucer's

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

The following is delivered to Chaucer's, attention Geoff Chaucer (geoff_chaucer).



( The card reads: )

A Few Improvements at Championship Vinyl...

[alltime-top5.livejournal.com]

I've just installed the ACME Do-It-Yourself Anti-Shoplifting kit. I've never seen so many well used wooden mallets and 16-ton weights in my life. Anyway, because of this, and the store's new self-check-out system, I can make the following announcement.

CHAMPIONSHIP VINYL

Now open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week

Whether Rob's hungover awake or not

Now I don't have to deal with customers unless I want to. Works out well for me in the long run. Especially if mparker16 calls me up for another ill-advised booty call...

The lights are on, but even if the sign says closed, Red's in his shop.

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

Red groaned and flopped over in the cushions. He landed awkwardly and the lump and unevenness of the pillows send him rolling down until he oozed into the floor.

His nose had touched one soft furry belly and he cracked an eye. One of the cubs was on his back, all four in the air, snoring softly, his tail twitching sporadically. The other was curled comfortably on his brother's head.

Turning again, Red sat up and looked at his alarm clock. He groaned again. His nap had gone longer than he had anticipated.

The young werewolf kept him up all night and he'd gotten no sleep. Even this little nap after the store closed hadn't been enough for him. Red was exhausted.

He had hoped to see Duce but they hadn't been able to connect.

Leaving the lights on and the door unlocked, but the sign turned to say closed, Red left a voice mail on Duce's machine and busied around in his store, the cubs helping by getting underfoot and taking items to stuff beneath the counter, until he would be able to go to bed at his regular hour.

No nightly trot down to a pub tonight. This pooped canine was headed to bed at a decent hour.

(no subject)

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

The Doctor, outfitted in a grey suit, squints against the glare of the setting sun as he waits outside Nolita. He is ridiculously happy, but also appears a bit nervous and shaky.

((OOC: CJ--we didn't agree on a pickup, so is this OK?))

At an opening in the park...

[valehero.livejournal.com]

It's late in the evening, so hopefully, not many are around the place. Because, one pissed off adept walks in, fists clenched. He just got a letter from the school...

"Why in all that is good would they say something like that?! Even three years ago, Garet and I had our Machetes with us whenever we went out of the house...it's a dangerous world out there!" He stops in place by a large boulder and heaves a heavy sigh. "I think I have spent far too much time with Garet..." True, he hadn't ever had much of a temper before...

Outside Jack's Roses

[det-lbriscoe.livejournal.com]

Lenny Briscoe and Mike Logan stand outside Jack's Roses with a search warrant.

They also wait for Spider Jerusalem and Rover to appear.

Wonka Sweets Shoppe

[wonkacandyshopp.livejournal.com]

There is a new sign posted on the door:


New employees!

Please enter at the back,

Willy Wonka

Around Town, Sunday Night

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Anyone who happens to be about town will notice that the flowers in the recently-added pots in front of the businesses seem to have undergone a growth spurt. The plants look bright and healthy, and the flowers are blooming beautifully. In fact, anyone walking past and seeing them will experience a feeling of contentment, a sense that they are loved and belong.

[EDITED] Anyone passing by The Old Firm may also witness a box of cookies flying out of the door, accompanied by a rather rude shout.

Near the Millenium Falcon . . .

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Camulus stalks up to the Millenial Falcon, hauling behind him a sarcophagus covered in intricate Celtic knots and designs of which a snake is most prominent, on a wheeled dolly that looks suspiciously like one of the ones used for storing and transporting wrestling mats. The stencilled letters "Property of Fandom High P.E." were absolutely not clearly visible. After circling the jagged monstrosity and failing to find a hatch or ring device, he gives up and bangs on what seems to be the most likely place for a door.

The Park, Sunday Night

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale can be found sitting on a bench in the park, reading by moonlight and humming happily to himself.

Over at the Sheldon Residence . . .

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova resists the urge to caper as she dusts off her hands and reviews her handiwork. After two days of hard work, bruised thumbs, and rebuffing repeated offers of help from Mac, she managed to rig up a much more than adequate revolving gun turret with the ion cannon she bought off of Solo. Alright, so the cannon itself didn't actually work (yet), but it sure looked impressive. She wipes a smudge of grease off her nose, accidentally making it larger, and briefly allows herself to swing the cumbersome thing around, pointing it at various bushes, buildings, and passerby before regretfully letting it rest. She climbs down from the turret room, fixes herself a cup of coffee, and goes to sit out on the front step, idly watching the people passing by and listening to the music blaring at intervals from various houses and business, and the occasional thump of a bass beat from a passing car.

[[OOC: Dudes, come and talk to me!]]

New Bank opens in Fandom Town

[salmoneus.livejournal.com]

An older man with a beard and a smile wanders down the street in a linen robe carrying an ancient hammer and a stack of parchment flyers. Every so often he'll stop and take a tack from his pocket (inevitably poking one of his fingers) and tack a flyer to a wall or a post.

( The parchment reads )

After tacking the last one, he shakes the thumb he just hit with the hammer, and walks off down the street, whistling. Occasionally tacks fall from the pocket of his robe.

(no subject)

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*Jonathan is walking around town, having just come out of a shop to buy a new ingredient from CVS for his fear toxin.* ((OOC: What? There HAS to be one somewhere.))

Finally, maybe I'll actually finish it this time.

*He decides to take a longer path than usual through the park in order to get back to campus*