The Park, near the pond, Morning

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Tick sat down at the C.R.A.C.K. table in the park HQ that happened to be located in the park. All around him was urbanized nature, beautiful in how the benches and bridges interacted with the trees, the pond, the frogs...

He was getting his notes together to investigate the thief that stole certain body parts from Zaphod. His investigation would be based here, so if anyone wanted to chat with the large, blue chum, he'd be happy to talk! Even if they can't tell him that he's on a wild goose chase spun out from the Fear Toxin thing.

The Emporium is Open -- Saturday

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael opens the store and sits back behind the counter. He is still working in the notebook he was carrying last night, although he is frequently distracted by the urge to check his e-mail for a response from his son. The two days Ben has been gone seem like an eternity, but he's trying to keep up a brave front.

((ooc: Mun's availability will be off and on today, so please have patience.))

Cinema Cohen, 10/22

[theatermark.livejournal.com]

On this Saturday, the marquee reads:


"Wallace & Gromit in
THE CURSE OF THE WERE-RABBIT"
1 P.M.* 4 P.M.* 7 P.M.* 10 P.M.
FREE CANDY W/POPCORN!

On a Bench in the Park, Saturday Afternoon

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff lies sprawled on a park bench, feet propped up on the curved metal arm. He has a sheaf of papers in his hand, on which he occasionally makes marks with a pencil.


[He'll be here all day, unless he gets a better offer (may be slow-played).]

Saturday afternoon at the Perkolator

[fates_jaye]

Bored out of her freaking mind, Jaye sits down at the Perk with a mocha cappucino and waits for someone to harrass. In a fun way, though.

And if no one shows, she's going to start flicking napkin bits at customers.

Spike's Pub - Saturday October 22 - 5 pm

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

The pub's jukebox had apparently been tampered with, as it was refusing to play anything but the Monster Mash over and over again, and Spike had spent a good half hour before opening struggling with it and cursing. Eventually giving up, he checked the stock before finally opening the pub for business.

Saturday Afternoon

[other-logan.livejournal.com]

Logan throws on a pair of khaki pants and a sweater, along with the usual cologne, getting ready for his date with Allie. They had plans to check out the new mini-golf place in town.

Saturday's Fuschia Plate Special

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Chalkboard reads:

Gyros, Greek Salad

Kolokothopita (Zucchini Pie), Salad

(No Diet Plate on weekends)



Desserts:
Baklava
Diples
Yogurt cake with raisin syrup
Blueberry pie

Phales Book Shop, Saturday Evening [locked to Angela, Marty, and Parker (and Crowley, of course)]

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Expecting a few friends to stop by for a quiet chat, Aziraphale hangs a CLOSED sign on the door of the shop and locks it.


[OOC: Will be slow-played. Assume that he lets you in when you arrive. Marty has his own key.]

Saturday Afternoon - Badda Bing? (NFB) (locked thread to Becky)

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce rose Saturday with a mission. Dressing in a hurry, she headed off to town in search of the 'gentleman's club' that she'd heard of. The Badda Bing - the name made her smile. The things she'd heard about it lead her to believe there'd be someone there who could help her with a rather embarassing predicament.

'Becky' was a name she'd heard around town, a woman supposed to be a pro at .. diverse arts. She wondered if the lady'd be at the club. She hoped..

(ooc: Becky? You on?)

Saturday Evening

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

She walks home to the TARDIS after cleaning up from detention. How stupid to have them waste a whole Saturday for missing homework. Just mark them down...I've never seen any reason to give any of my kids detention. Not even Anya...or either Jack. Jeez, I'm exhausted. I hope I don't get in trouble for that crap that Belthazor and Beka did. Interpretive, my Aunt Fanny. But no one got hurt, and it was cool to watch...but it's all on film. She sighs, and walks slowly, delighting in the cool evening.

She walks through town the few blocks home, wondering if she'll have to cook, or if Ten will be waiting with dinner.



Play with me!

In the Park

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory strolls through the park. Normally, she wouldn't be out after dark, but she had recently found a reason to be.

Ahead of her, Vladdie happily scampers along on his leash, pausing to sniff everything. And if one were to look at the bag over her shoulder carefully, one might notice a pair of bunny ears sticking out.


[ooc: Open to anyone!]

Wandering about

[ckolchak.livejournal.com]

Carl decides he doesn't want to be locked up in the Printing Press any longer, besides he's having horrible writers block. He can be seen wandering about the Town streets.

Saturday In-town Deliveries

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

Delivered to the Sheldon Residence, attention Phoebe Halliwell (future_visions).
( For Phoebe: )

Delivered to the Millenium Falcon, attention Han Solo (12parseckessel).
( For Han: )

Saturday Night at the Bada Bing

[deadly_little]

Miho sits in her corner eating baklava. Becky tends bar. Assorted scantily clad females gyrate onstage. It's just another night at the Bada Bing.