Red's Tattoo Parlour: Open for business

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce arrives at work and opens the door. "Red?" Hm, funny, he's normally here by now. Perhaps he's upstairs with the babies.

She goes through the implements and sets them out. From her backpack, she pulls out a large Tupperware container of.. greenish goo. Checking the top, she scowls at it. It hasn't quite reached dye release. Probably due to being in the fridge. She sets it on the counter to warm up and mixes up another batch. Henna, lemon juice, and the hold-her-breath portion: tea tree oil. She stirs it up and sets it aside to break.

Pulling out laminated sheets of bond paper from her bag, she sets out the possible designs, to give people inspiration. She has everything from modern tribal designs to more traditional designs.

Off to one side, she sets up a slotbox and many pads of drawing blanks. The blanks ask for name and some form of contact - either phone or email. A few pens are scattered on the counter nearby. The box has "Fill out a card for a chance to win a full henna workup for Homecoming!" in burgundy glitter across one side.

She sits and waits, and hopes people like this idea.

After awhile, people walk in.

( Work on Paige )

( Conversation with Edward Scissorhands )

( Work on Deb )

((ooc: Player is on today, will be unavailable this evening due to Serenity midnight showing and necessary nap beforehand.))

Chaucer's, Thursday Night

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

[This is the thread for the gambling party meeting at Chaucer's Thursday night. The door is open, if you feel up to losing a little money, come in anytime. As long as there are at least two people, the games are on. Geoff will be by sometime in the RL evening ET.]

[EDIT: The game has been cancelled due to an outbreak of maniacal brawling. Anyone who wants to stop by and sympathize with Geoff and Shane will find them here.]

Wonka's Candy Shoppe

[sunny-skyes.livejournal.com]

Sora whistles on his way to work this morning in the vauge hope that someone will come that he can ask to homecoming. For saying that he isn't worried about it at all he sure was spending a lot of time thinking about it.

Flipping the sign to read'Open' Sora settled behind the counter, listening to the Queen tape that he'd gotten in his Music 101 class and waited for customers.

The Emporium is Open (Thursday morning)

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael flips the sign from "closed" to "open," then peers over at the mousetrap he'd set the night before (at Deb's suggestion). He stares at it in confusion. The trap has been sprung, but it is empty, and the cheese is gone. More disconcerting is the fact that there is a quarter next to the trap. Michael knows it wasn't there the night before. He bends down and picks up the coin, examining the teeth marks on it as he stands up again.

Ben wraps his arms around Michael from behind and kisses his cheek. "See, I was right. A customer."

Michael rolls his eyes. "Great. At least it pays. But if it's living under there, it's going to pay rent too," he grumbles.

Flyers around the town

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

Counselling and Advice

Relationships, personal issues, personal matters.
Discretion assured.

Inara Serra
Companion

Contact details

Pandoras Box

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

*Frank is limping today, noticably, and his wrists show deep bruising from cuffs too tight*

*Moves slowly, but is in a good mood, opening Pandoras for the day, hopeful for new customers and new faces*

(no subject)

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Arriving at the Perkolator early as usual, Shane orders herself a double-shot of Black Death and takes a seat at one of the tables by the window. She takes a sip, glad that she's found something almost as strong as what she used to drink at the Planet in West Hollywood, and places a beautifully bound book - Theodora, Empress of Byzantium (a present from Mr. Phale) - she's brought with her up on the table.

Her slender fingers turn the pages and occasionally she winces - her knuckles are bandaged, though there are several small cuts and scrapes peeking out from beneath the bandages - but her eyes remain fixed on the page. Her plum-colored aviators hide her eyes as she tries to find answers between the fragile pages.

At the Church, Thursday

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale slips into the church early Thursday morning. Taking a seat in a pew in the far corner, he sits quietly, eyes focused on one of the windows.

[OOC: Anyone looking for Aziraphale for any reason on Thursday will find him here. Mun will be slow-posting until after 5:00PM EST.]

Thursday Night

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

She wakes up in the lounge. Her coffee cup sits precariously on the arm of the couch and she has, at some point, laid down and stretched out. She has no idea what time it might be, but it's eerily quiet.

She sits up and smooths down her hair, wondering why no one woke her up. It's just as well, she must have really needed the sleep. So much for her argument that she didn't need a day off.

Packing up her case and putting on her coat, she steps out of the lounge and starts heading for the park, enjoying the beautiful sunset...

Exhaustion at the Perkolator

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia sits in the corner of the coffee shop, her chin propped up on her fist as she abscent mindly plays with her lap top. Long night last night. Maia's eyes droop heavily as she moves to stir her coffee. is this ever going to work and wake me up? Maia yawns and stretches glancing at the flower Justin gave her yesterday. She had put it in her coat pocket when she left his garden yesterday and found it just now as she was paying for the coffee. such a pretty little thing

(no subject)

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Chalkboard reads

Chicken Cacciatore, Italian vegetables, salad, garlic bread

Fetuccini Florentine (fetuccini tossed with spinach, italian sausage and plum tomatoes)

Spaghetti marinara, italian vegetables, salad.


Desserts:

Lemon bars
Zuppe Inglais
Apple dumplings
Chocolate Truffle Pie


[[ooc note: many dessert recipes can be found here]]

Spike's Pub

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

Faith flips the sign in the window to "open," puts music that is not Billy Idol on, and waits for some customers.

Thursday Night

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

She walks through the streets, heading home. Home...the idea of referring to the TARDIS as home was becoming more and more comforting.

Lost in her thoughts, she walks slowly. She really should go back to Mr. Phale's and apologize for the little scene she made. It really just was a tantrum. She could see now that the Doctor and Mr. Phale probably had a point.

She also felt a little bad about not going back to the Dive that night. She had told Shane they might be back for dinner...but other things came up. She smiled to herself...boy did they ever.

She felt much more comfortable here in town now. She enjoyed meeting all these new people...




((ooc: Anyone can feel free to jump in...))

(no subject)

[jayne-serenity.livejournal.com]

It had been a hell of a day. Started out with a beautiful woman in his arms, then another asked to the dance, then a long lunch with Lizzie. He wasnt totally sure, but he might have three dates for Homecoming...

And then there was the party.

Jaynes limping home, but hes not physically hurt. Hans punch didnt even rattle him.
Its the heart burn of beleiving in love for a moment, only to have it thrown back in his face.

Hes pretty sure he lost a few friends tonight, but isnt sure he cares.
He knows hes lost Bagoas.
Probably just as well.

Hes fighting tears by the time he sees his home.
He desperately hopes he will be alone.

Chaucer's, Late Thursday, After the Big Brawl

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff opens the alley door into the back of his shop, and surveys the destruction. Jay and Silent Bob appear to have cleaned him out of all but a six-pack of beer and the gift Marty sent.