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[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

Frank had never been so glad that the undead usually didnt enjoy sex.
Pandoras Box and the Apple had only suffered minimal damage from the zobies. He spent a few minutes cleaning glass and ordering a new pane, both for the one missing window at the APple, and for the whole front of the store, but was thankful to notice little missing, a few massage oils, and one high end vibrator were losses his pocketbook could absorb, but he would still have to make some good sales today.

Frank put on his most charming manner and smile, and opened Pandoras for the day.

The Emporium is open

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Grumbling, Michael flips over the "Closed" to "Open."

"Ma, I am so going to get you for this."

He stares at a greasy, slimy, bloody handprint on his window. Nothing is broken, but plenty is missing. Debbie left a list of what she took, and he's just started a tab for her. The rest of the note about a "zombie emergency" made no sense. Not until the decaying smudge on the window.

"Ben!" he announces as he bounds up the step, "We're going home to Pittsburgh."

Ben looks up from his writing, quizzically.

"This place has fucking zombies. Ma raided the place on Saturday to play Department of Fandom Security. I'm not going to live in a goddamn Night of the Living Dead remake. I heard students talking about werewolves too."

"Michael, be rational."

Michael grabs Ben and hauls him down to look at the handprint and Debbie's note. "Don't tell me about rational. My own mother says there are fucking zombies. You know Ma isn't one for jokes like that."

"Michael, we have our life-savings tied up here. We even sold the house. We can't go home."

Michael nods. He gets the glass cleaner and wipes away the hand print. "But if you turn into a fucking zombie, I'm gonna cut your head off without a seond thought. Then I'm going to move in with Hunter and drive him crazy."

Ben hugs him. "I'd do the same for you. You have a store to run."


Michael sighs and applies himself to straightening up the rifled stock and cleaning up.

Red's Open for Business

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

An appointment today, Red was putting his table in order, waiting for Paige. The cubs had been relegated once more to the flat and behind a closed door. He didn't want them underpaw while he was trying to work. With his head, he pushed his stool over to the table. It was a custom model, one build specifically to his design to hold his body in the right positions to ink and not rely on leaning heavily on the client while he worked.

Since it was just him in the shop that morning and the place where Paige wanted her tattoo didn't require privacy, Red pulled the shades on his shop windows so there would be some privacy without having to lock the shop up. It would keep gawkers to a minimum.

Once things were in place, he waited patiently at the counter, reading his newspaper.

Morning In-Town Deliveries (Padme Amidala, Bagoas, Logan Echolls)

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

Delivered to the apartment of Padme Amidala (padmeofnaboo).

( For Padme: )

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

( For Bagoas: )

Delivered to the Echolls house, attention Logan Echolls (psycho_jackass.

( For Logan: )

Perkolator

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

*comes in with full bookbag* *orders cheapest item on menu, coffee, plain*

*waits*

Still open for business

[dantesdayoff.livejournal.com]

Dante read the newspaper regarding the zombie invasion. He thought back to Friday and Saturday night. He seemed to remember some smelly customers, but they weren't any more obnoxious than his usual clientele.

Dante headed outside to life the security gates from the windows. At least they were able to get the gum out of the-

Damn it!

Bastards shoved zombie parts into the locks! Bunch of Savages!

Tuesday Shift

[sunny-skyes.livejournal.com]

And the Candy Shoppe is again open for buisness.

Sora open's the shop as his usual shift, making sure to clean all the zombie goo of the front windows and door.

Small break but back now

[town-me-jordan.livejournal.com]

After the zombie incident of the weekend and Tru leaving, Jordan had been a little tired and frustrated. She was still understaffed, she missed Garrett, Bug, Nigel, Lily, and everyone else from Boston. To make matters worse, things were even more tense between her and Woody do to her being an enormous pain in the ass getting involved in his detective work again. Now Jordan was coming into work alone. She was sure Kate would show up later, but Tru was gone and Angelus, she didn't know where he was so she definitely needed a few more staff members, but what was mainly on her mind was her fight with Woody. They could never seem to connect the way they should, she guessed.

[Coordination post, Saturday, Fandom Town]

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Post here if you have a link to a current thread in fandomtownies that is open to anyone to meet up/hide/go zombie hunting with.

Off to school:

Krycek (krycek_rat), Jake (courier_gavin), Shane (shane_mcc), Silent Bob (silent_robert), Chihaya (positive_angel), and Kate Lockley (katielockley) are traversing Fandom Town on their way to the school. All comers are welcome.

Tuesday Specials at Deb's

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The chalkboard outside Deb's reads:

Tuesday Specials

Chicken a la king on popovers, carrots, green beans

Grilled lemon-pepper chicken, salad, carrots

Vegetable kebabs on rice, hot popovers


Dessert:

Gingerbread squares (lemon sauce on request)
Black forest cake
Black bottom pie
Cherry pie

In the Perkolator, Waiting for Elizabeth

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Hiya Hank. Let me get a plain coffee. I'm waiting on Miss Swann.

*goes to the back booth to wait*

Tuesday Night

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

She walks slowly through the town, aimless. She doesn't want to go see the Doctor...not yet anyhow. She has too much to think about. She's glad she went and talked to Death...but she hadn't expected she'd find all the answers inside herself. Well, not all the answers, but enough.

Eventually she needs to go home, she knows this. If for nothing else she has come to the conclusion that maybe some work clothes need to be at the TARDIS...on reserve. She hoped he wouldn't mind; it really was a kind of pushy thing to assume.

She lingers at shop windows and watches people. Some of them she recognizes from the school...all busy busy busy trying to get to where ever they're going. She smiles, happy to be alive. Happy to have this chance...this one chance. She breathes deeply. Life is good...love is good.

Nothing like Death for a little perspective.


ooc: open to anyone. Mun has the night off and is loving the freedom. Play with me!

Perkolator

[jayne-serenity.livejournal.com]

Heads in, not expecting Lizzie to acutally be there, but hopeful anyways*

(no subject)

[madam-satine.livejournal.com]

*waits for Methos, drinking tea*
*looks longingly at her absinthe*

*ignores the niose from down the hallway*

Spike's Pub Open

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige flips the sign on the door to open, she doesn't really want to be here, but she promised Spike she'd open the pub for him since he gave her the night off at such short notice*

*She goes over to the jukebox and puts on Billy Idol, to mess with Spike if he actually comes down*

*She goes behind the bar and waits*

Perkolator

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::comes in early and spots Elizabeth finishing her conversation with Jayne::

Good afternoon, Elizabeth. Have you been well since last we met?

(OOC to Elizabeth: I lost 'net connection for several hours this afternoon/evening, and I need to head to bed now, but we can continue this tomorrow if that's alright.)

(no subject)

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

(OOC: breaking my usual style here for clarity's sake)

As he leaves the dorms for work, Hank occasionally stops at electrical poles and the sides of buildings, posting these. Once he gets to Perkolator and finishes his conversation with Elizabeth, he also puts one on the Perkolator community corkboard, carefully positioned partly behind an ad for a local band.