Evening deliveries

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

[OOC: sorry for the lateness of the post, consider them arriving earlier.]


Delivered to the Huntzberger Residence, attention Lily Kane (iwasawesome).

( For Lily: )

Delivered to the apartment of Padme Amidala (padmeofnaboo).

( For Padme: )

Delivered to Aphrodite's Apple, attention Bagoas (persian_eunuch).

( For Bogoas: )

The Shakes

[alltime-top5.livejournal.com]

*Rob is manning the counter at Championship Vinyl. The self check-out system is being worked on, so he's actually going to have to deal with customers. Again.*

*Rob appears very distracted, twitchy even. He keeps glancing at the phone, reaching for it, and then pulling back with a shake of his head*

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Too young. Right.

*his mix tape mysteriously rolls over to New Edition - Candy Girl, despite the fact that he hates that song. There's obviously something very wrong with the world right now*

Wolfram and Hart Offices, Friday morning

[lilah-esq.livejournal.com]

After her day at the police station the day before, Lilah decides that today should probably be spent doing work if she doesn't want to get eaten fired. She promptly begins drafting a legal document to be filed and delivered later that day. She is sitting at the desk in her office, surrounded by open, thick (and in some cases blood-splattered and torn) law books.

Playing softly in the background is W&H-sponsored multi-dimensional cable radio station, FEVL. As she searches in a desk drawer for a pair of earplugs, she hears the song change from the newest Britney Spears song to John Tesh. At her elbow is a cup of Starbucks coffee.

Cinema Cohen, Friday, Sept. 23

[theatermark.livejournal.com]

On the marquee:


"EXORCISM OF EMILY ROSE" * R
1 P.M. * 4 P.M. * 7 P.M.* 10 P.M.

SPECIAL ENGAGEMENT
"HEDWIG & THE ANGRY INCH"
MIDNIGHT SATURDAY ONLY

Chaucer's, Friday

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

The following sign is seen nailed to the front door of Chaucer's:

WANTED
Apprentice-Assistant
Must possess skills in writing or drawing
Must be willing to work for commission

[EDIT] Written in large letters across the sign is the word FILLED

In the Park, Friday

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale is sitting on a bench in the park. He's not feeding the ducks, or reading, or speaking to anyone. He just seems to be watching for...something.

Friday at Red's and somthing's up

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

Red opened his shop. He had plenty to do but no focus to do it. The cubs played quietly behind the counter, not getting under foot of the cutomers.

Something was on the air and Red just couldn't put his paw on it. He cancelled his more complicated appointments for the day, sticking to just selling and keeping the shop open. With the uneasy feeling he had, he didn't trust do anything that required attention.

The daily newspaper open, Red half read, half watched the people walk by outside his shop.

Friday at the Coroner's Office

[town-me-jordan.livejournal.com]

Jordan came into the office early. She already had coffee for everyone when they got there, even an extra one for Woody. She thought she'd be seeing a lot more of him now that they were technically dating. It was a bit strange for Jordan but she was sure she'd get used to it. Luckily no bodies had come in so far, this was a good thing, though in a town like this, there were sure to be some.

At Spike's Pub, Friday Afternoon

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff is sitting alone a table, with a barely-touched pint in front of him. He's frowning, and writing in a shabby book.

The Old Firm, Open and Special Notice

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

::The sign in the Old Firm window has flipped to open, and there is a new notice below it::

"Dear fine students of Fandom High,
We at the Old Firm would like to have it known
that we will be happy to accomadate a number of
you for a special dining experience the night of
your most precious Homecoming. Mister Vandemar's
culinary skills will be on full display, and the
atmosphere will be to die for. There is limited
seating, so please reserve a spot for you and your
date as soon as you can.
-Mister Croup and Mister Vandemar"

At the Bank

[salmoneus.livejournal.com]

Before he had actually had a bank to open, Salmoneus had gathered equipment and put it in his 'office' to make things look modern. Most of it, he had no idea what to do with, and he hadn't had a chance to explore through most of the items.

While the bank was open today, it had been slow, and Salmoneus, still drinking from his ever present Seltzer bottle, had decided to pull out one of the machines he had gathered for his bank 'office' and try to figure out what it was.

It was black, and looked, to his eyes, very modern. Little round black keys stared up at him with letters of the alphabet on them. When he punched them, they made a sound, but nothing else happened. He was puzzled. Opening up the case, he looked inside and gently pressed a key.

That made a long skinny metal bar leap up and slam against a round cylinder. Looking closely, Salmoneus noticed the outline of a letter against the dark gray rubber. One eyebrow lifted and he smiled in excitement.

He grabbed a sheet of parchment and placed it into the area where the metal bar had struck, and then jabbed at another key. This time it struck the parchment leaving a black letter "k" on the surface.

Salmoneus was dumbstruck. What an ingenious invention! Why, he could didn't have to worry about these silly pens someone had given him. He could just use this machine -- it would save time and energy.

Now, if he could just get the parchment to stay where he put it...


[ooc: sorry it took me a while to get up and going today -- work does tend to interfere. I'll be leaving work in a while and heading home, but if you want to come in and laugh at Salmoneus, feel free.]

(no subject)

[coffeesmith.livejournal.com]

The chalkboard is in the window again. Today it reads:

Special: Today Only

Black Death
Half-off

Limit one per customer
Shots and smalls only
Visit Spike's Pub across the street for de-knurding

Inside, Smith is sitting behind the service counter, clearly grumpy.

New Sign in front of Emporium

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

"Closed for the Weekend
Gone to ComicCon"

Friday Specials

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Sign out front reads:

Fried catfish, hushpuppies, cole-slaw

Pignolli pasta with portabella mushrooms

Baked herbed catfish, cole-slaw, carrots


Dessert
Red velvet cake
Blueberry pie
Butterscotch pie
Chocolate chip meringues

FTPD: Open for business

[det-lbriscoe.livejournal.com]

Lenny calls in all the recent recruits to work. Everyone in town has been on edge today. If this was New York, he might be able to ignore it but in this wacky place it's probably best to have all hands on deck.

[OOC: Mike & Lenny will be unavailable until tomorrow morning, but please use them responsibly while their mun is gone. Other FTPD Officers should be on call.]

In the Park, Friday Afternoon

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale, alone once more, is still sitting on a bench in the park. Still watching for something. A storm is brewing on the horizon, but Aziraphale doesn't seem to notice.

Waitin' for the Man

[alltime-top5.livejournal.com]

After making sure everyone has safely cleared the store under the protection of Mr. Phale, Rob locks the door behind them and turns the sign to "Closed." He walks behind the counter and selects a tape he made after his break-up with Charlie Nicholson. The label is faded, but still readable - "The Last Days."

He pops it in and listens to Joy Division's "Insight," frowning at the weather, and waiting for mparker16.

Tonight at Spike's Pub

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

At Spike's pub tonight, the doors are locked, the windows are barred and there's a sign on the door that reads, "Gone out. Recommend you do the same."

Evening - in the rain

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

It was a lovely evening. Really it was. There was death in the air, thick enough to taste, and heavy rolls of thunder above the low clouds. Spike was swinging along, long coat blowing a little in the wind, head bare to the rain, and a wide grin on his face as he headed for the graveyard.

This was how it should be....

Outside the Vinyl Shop

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia along with silent_robert and call_me_red_ac  are outside the vinyl shop making sure the coast is clear to get to Mr. Phale's shop.

 

In Town, Friday Night

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale stands in the park. Rain is just beginning to fall in sparse heavy drops, but they don't seem to touch him. He watches a faint, shadowy group of figures slowly make their way in from the outskirts of town. It isn't what he was expecting -- he doesn't know what he had been expecting -- but it's bad enough.

Aziraphale wishes, for a brief moment, that he hadn't been sent here. That he hadn't been the one chosen for this. And he wishes he had Crowley by his side.

Then he turns to face the figures, lets his wings unfurl, draws a sword from the air, and begins to run.

Friday Night: Outside in the rain, near the park.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Modding Wednesday with the player's permission))

Duce smiled to herself as she and Wednesday walked along in the rain. They were both soaked to the skin, but that didn't bother either of them in the slightest. It had been an absolutely glorious day and it just kept getting better.

Her attention was drawn to the figures scurrying hastily under cover, and off in the distance there was some sort of glowing form. Turning to Wednesday, she asked, "Why would anyone want to go inside on a night like this?"

Wednesday shook her hair, wet tendrils plastering her cheek, "I've no idea. Perhaps they have hydrophobia?" Her dark eyes twinkle hopefully at the thought.

Duce peers after the figures, "Doubter. No foam. No biting. Damn."

Wednesday pouted briefly, and then positively beamed. "If they're all going inside, it means there's not likely to be anyone out trying to pursuade us to go inside."

Duce grinned at her roommate. "True. Let's enjoy it while we can."

There was a sound in the distance, almost like the wind groaning through a copse of trees. The girls looked at one another. Duce's voice was excited, "Is that..?"

Wednesday didn't answer, merely laughing aloud. She grabbed Duce by the hand, drawing her into a run, "Come on, or we'll miss them!"

The girls ran toward the noise.

((ooc: anyone nearby, feel free to enter scene))

Championship Vinyl, Friday Night

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

The door bursts open, and a glowing, winged figure bearing a vague resemblence to Mr. Phale stands in the doorway. He's carrying a sword, and he looks...like he means business.

Perkolator: Friday Evening

[coffeesmith.livejournal.com]

Earlier in the evening, Smith had decided to close early based on the complete absence of customers and the increasing rain. She finally finished closing and cleaning and locks the door behind her. Gripping her umbrella, she turns towards the storm and, in a lightning flash, sees a lumbering horde heading towards the school.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me."

Under Attack

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale looks over his shoulder, and sees the figures moving closer. There are more of them than he had hoped.

He watches them as they shuffle and moan, wading through the water that is now running in the streets. He sees their pallid faces, their slack expressions, their soulessness. And he isn't sure if he can face them alone.

In the Park

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia, call_me_red_ac  and salmoneus are making their way across the park in town.

As they get to the center of the park where the fountain is, the Shadows around them start to move

Chihaya on the move

[positive-angel.livejournal.com]

Chihaya paced the length of his room at Amber House. He hadn’t been able to make contact because he didn’t know how to make contact with anyone. Nor was there anyone he knew other than Wednesday, Duce and Kiki.

He was still upset and getting more upset. The thing was he didn’t know why. And that upset him too.

Wondering if he shouldn’t go on campus, there wasn’t anyone he could stay with except Kiki and it felt weird to go ask her.

Maybe he would go into town. Hey….there was Aziraphale. He would know what to do.

Chihaya scribbled a note to his house mates and left it where they would see it.

Everyone,

There’s something going on and stuff and it’s really weird. It doesn’t seem safe to stay here, it’s probably better if you know someone on campus to go there.

I can’t explain it. It just feels weird and scary.

Please get to safety.

-Chihaya

He then scooped up his keys and ran out the door to look for Aziraphale.

The British are coming! I mean...

[sunny-skyes.livejournal.com]

Sora runs through the town making sure tha any stray people get the message to go to the church, the Millenium Falcon, and otehr safe houses to get away from the Zombies. They did seem to be getting kind of numerous; what was better Heartless or zombies...? >.>; It was a tough call, granted the zombies were a heck of a lot more disgusting.

He shot a couple with his flame spell a little impressed with how well they lit up as he continued his search.

[OOC: Anyone's free to poke at/follow/ call out for help and what not]

Leaving geoff_chaucer's shop...

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

After several hours of thumbnailing, sketching, and revising her work, Sonia leans back and looks at what she's managed to finish of her first project. Something's been on the edge of her nerves...she can't quite describe it, but she feels uneasy, restless...like before the castle rises

geoff_chaucer-
I've done most of the underdrawing for the coat-of-arms. I should be in sometime tomorrow evening to finish it- the Yearbook Club is holding a fundraiser during the day, but I can head over as soon as that's finished.

On a different note, if you get this tonight, you might want to stay inside. Lock your door, bolt the windows, whatever you need to do... Something's going on- I'm not sure what, but it can't be good. Stay safe.

-Sonia



She finishes the note off, gathers her things together, stretches, and heads out the door and into the town. Immediately, she knows something is wrong, something's happening. It's not that the streets are empty, or the heavy rain pouring over the town...it's something she can feel in her blood, something that calls up the most natural instincts of a Belmont. She instinctively goes for her whip, and just as soon remembers that it's been confiscated. Shrieking a curse, she takes off at a run towards the school.

Something is out there, and it is most surely not human.

They're Headed for the School

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

THEY'RE HEADED FOR THE SCHOOL.


(But they're more than happy to stop for a snack first.)

Luke's Diner

[burger-boy-luke.livejournal.com]

Luke shoos the last of his customers out, and goes into the back to change.

He has mixed feelings about this whole thing tonight. He's pretty sure that both the kids are going to be uncomfortable, and he's not exactly thrilled with it either.

Lorelai already doesn't like this Logan guy - that much is obvious, even though she had been careful not to say anything flat-out negative about him. Luke had no idea what she had against him. The kid had seemed nice enough on Monday, and after observing him and Rory interact a little, Luke had to admit that there didn't seem to be anything particularly dysfunctional about them. Still, he was sure Lorelai knew something he didn't.

He decides not to question her on it, however. She's fairly tense already, and has spent the last half hour picking out what to wear. The last thing he needed was to get into a fight with her.

In any case, after emerging from the back and checking on the food he had started preparing in the diner's kitchen, he was still uneasy about the whole thing.

He sighs, and checks his watch, wondering when the kids are going to show up.

WONKA - Sweets Shoppe

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron heads into town a little while after Wonka's opens. His mind is set on getting this date right and so he'll need to get chocolates. He enters the shop and starts looking around for just the right thing.

(no subject)

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

Faith's skin was humming. She had grown used to ignoring her Slayer senses lately- Angelus, Drusilla, and Spike being within spitting distance tended to set them off- but this was worse than usual. She was never going to be able to get any sleep if she was this adrenaline pumped.
She headed to the Millenium Falcon to grab her weapons. Anything she met on the way, she was confident she could take care of.

(no subject)

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

Sonia runs through the streets of the town, whip now firmly in hand and at the ready. She turns down a side street in search of any stragglers who might need safe shelter.

((ooc: Anyone feel free to pop in as a zombie (comment anon, I suppose) and impede her. :D ))

On the street...

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Shane's long legs carried her swiftly along the street, her dark eyes scanning each of the storefronts as well as the alleyways in between each building, searching for any signs of people that might actually be dumb or crazy enough to be wandering around outside at a time like this. She was empty-handed (well, unless you counted her cigarettes, lighter or her now-useless cellphone) and had stripped off her white dress shirt to reveal the plain white wifebeater she wore underneath. Her hands clenched and flexed at her sides as she walked, eyes darting to take in every bit of motion in her field of vision.

Chihaya's Paul Reverie Imitation

[positive-angel.livejournal.com]

After leaving Aziraphale, Chihaya took to the skies over the town. When he saw pockets of people, he would swoop down and pass along the message Aziraphale told him to.

"Get to safety!" he shouted as he circled. "Go to the church, to the Rare Book store, to the TARDIS!"

In Front of Aphrodite's Apple, During the Incursion

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale stands at the door to Aphrodite's Apple. As the night has deepened, he has watched with growing satisfaction the quick reaction of the townspeople to the danger invading their streets. He no longer has any fear that the creatures, whatever may have brought them, will be too much for the people here to handle. He smiles to himself at the bravery being now demonstrated, both in the town and inside the school.

He stands at the door to Aphrodite's Apple, and waits.

[OOC: If there's anyone "home" who wants to jump in, Aziraphale's just trying to determine whether or not anyone's in danger here.]

Inside Aziraphale's shop

[chasingangela]

Maia, Angela, Red and his cubs, and Salmoneus have just made it across the park to Aziraphale's shop. They are beginning to barricade themselves inside when they get a welcome guest -- Mr. Phale himself.

[Resumes from here.]

Outside the FTPD Precinct

[katielockley.livejournal.com]

Kate can hear the faint sounds of scuffles from outside. She attempts to concentrate on her work, but has a vague feeling that this is more than the usual blithe brawls. After several moments of contemplation, she stands, resigned.

"I'm going to see what's happening out there," she informs the other officers. Without another word she strides out the door, hand on her gun.

((OOC: I'm not entirely sure where the station is in relation to...everything else. If it's plausible for someone to walk by...))

A Voice

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

A strong voice carries across town. It doesn't seem to be any louder than the voice a person standing nearby, but it can be easily heard. It says:

Please, if there is anyone who desires to go from the town to the school, or who needs a safe place to go within town, come to the police station.

Leaving Aphrodite's Apple

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Heavily armed the group moves out of the Apple, Han 12parseckessel on point, cradling a blastrifle with a second close slung over his shoulder.

He sets the fastest pace the little group can take, the near-hysterical Giselle slowing them considerably.

Frank frank_apple brings up the rear.


[[ooc: if the mods wanna throw zombies at us in our little 6 block forced march, go for it!]]

Zombie Killin'

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

[New thread for the zombie fight outside the police station. Feel free to restate the positions your taking, just for the heck of it. :)]