After work, at the pub...

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Shane sits in a booth in the very back, a cigarette in one hand and a beer (the first of quite a few) in the other. She takes a sip and then places it on the table in front of her, watching the drops of condensation slip down the sides. She takes a deep drag from her cigarette and exhales the smoke in a sigh.

With her free hand, she reaches up and pulls the ponytail holder out of her hair, wincing a bit as a couple of strands of hair come out with it. She stuffing the ponytail holder into her pocket and scratches a hand through her hair. She's not working but she doesn't want to go home.

She probably wouldn't be able to sleep, anyway.

Perkolator

[coffeesmith.livejournal.com]

Perkolator is open again following the minor damage the zombies caused over the weekend. The chalkboard stands on an easel right inside the door and reads:

Zombie Killers Welcome

In honor of those who
helped clear our town

$1 off ALL drinks!

Customers may notice that Smith glances at the door every time someone comes in, as if looking for someone.

Monday at Red's

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

If Red was anything as a father, he was extremely indulgent. Having gotten his cubs back after the Zombie Affair^tm, Sunday was spent with the shop closed and the cubs close at paw and never farther than his reach the entire time. It would take that long for the cubs to settle down again.

A quick bath in the fountain in town had everyone clean of the Zombie guts. It was at that time Red didn't envy those that had to wear clothing.

Monday morning saw Red opening his shop early. The cubs were noisy upstairs in his flat and considering everything they had been through with being separated (which they did endure quite well), he was loathe to leave them alone. Relenting, he allowed them downstairs and he hoped he didn't end up losing customers.

It didn't stop him from letting them have free roam of the shop anyway. Besides, they were cute. Cute was a big seller.

Right?

Wonkas Sweet Shop:Town

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia wipes down the counter and then flips the sign.

People of the world, Wonka's Candy Shop is OPEN

Maia leans on the counter now wondering what kind of poster's she can design for Phoebe's campaign.

First Annual MFCD Meeting

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John stands in an open area of town, smiling.

"So, those that wanna take a peek at what MFCD is, come on down. We're meeting here and then heading over to Han's so we can get an accurate count of how many cookie boxes to open and how many sodas we need. Anyone, anyone, anyone is welcome. Absolutely anyone...except girls that is. If you're a guy well versed in the music of Celine Dion, we'd love for you to come by and help us other guys become well learned in the music of Celine Dion."

John takes a deep breath.

"If you're a guy who wants to laugh at us, go right ahead. If your Principal Connor, you can come because we're scared crapless of you and you can do anything you want. Seriously, if you'd like to attend and are not a girl, we'd love to have you. When we get a good crowd, we'll head on over to Han's [OOC: Scratch that. Han's gonna throw up a post opening up the Falcon and Cam's gonna start the meeting in the first comment.] and get started."

John stops talking and waits for anyone that wants to check out the first annual MFCD meeting.

And we're on the move, heading to our meeting! Come join us!

Monday Specials

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

On the Chalkboard appears in multui-colored curlicue chalk:
Deb's Diva Dive, for all your 80's clothing needs!


Monday Specials:
Zombie Souffle

Patty melt with fries and slaw

Grilled lean beef salad with oranges and crispy noodles

Fruit plate with garden salad

Dessert:

Lemon Bars
Coconut Cake
Chocolate meringue pie
Apple pie

Spike's Pub - Monday Evening

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Dark muttering could be heard from the pub as the door was kicked open and the 'Closed' sign taken down. "... bloody human teenagers... should've given them to Dru, not offered 'em a damn job. Useless, the lot of 'em."

Stalking back inside, Spike slipped behind the bar and eyed the bottles and taps with resignation. "Just another bloody night at the pub...."

Poor Drunk CJ

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

*Mission accomplished. CJ walked out of Spike's feeling fine and full. Whiskey was good for the blood. She popped a few peanuts in her mouth and looked around to see where she was.

Where was she, anyhow? Oh, yeah. She began walking.

At the corner she looked toward her apartment building, and then she looked toward the park. Her boyfriend lived in the park. She knew that. Left-right-left-right-one-in-front-of-the-other, almost like she wasn't drunk at all.

At the TARDIS, she tried the knob. Locked. Of course it was locked. It was always locked.

She knocked lightly and waited.

She knocked louder and waited.

He wasn't there. Everyone was gone. Gail was gone. Danny was gone. Simon was gone. The Doctor was gone.

She sat down with her back against the door, banging the back of head against it. Trying to make the list of all the people who weren't in her life go away, she began to mutter in time*

Let. Me. In.

New Town Map

[fh_jackass]

(New map, based on this one.)
( NOT PORN )

The Rare Book Shop, Monday Night

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

After a very busy day of reorganizing his shop and learning how to use his new cash register (the kind that has a shiny metal case and keys that go "ka-chunk" and numbers which pop up inside a little window), Aziraphale hangs a new sign on the door.


THE SHOP IS ALWAYS OPEN

The proprietor would like to invite any students,
teachers, or townspeople in need of reading material
to browse the shop at their leisure.
Locked cabinets require assistance from the proprietor.
All prices are clearly marked.
If the proprietor is out, please note your name and purchase
in the book and leave payment in the till.


Satisfied with his new arrangements, Azirphale settles in for a quiet cup of tea and begins to think back on conversation he had one of the students on the previous night. He contemplated things he generally didn't contemplate: free will, choices, the fairness of the Ineffable Plan.

( Angsty angel thoughts )