Tuesday Very Late

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Crowley sits on the bench, watching the ducks. He's kicked back, listening to the sounds of the night...off in the distance, near the water, he can tell there is joy and pain and revelry. Friendship. It stings him. He smokes and soaks up the night.



((Feel free to talk to him, you night owls))

Red is Open and In Today

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Red wandered down the stairs to open his shop. Most administrative things were done for the Town and he welcomed the sanity of his shop.

The flyer he had picked up during his lunch yesterday was ready to put up and he very carefully taped it up in the window.

A Halloween Party. Red had no idea what that was but it sounded fun and he would be judging too.

Back to his spot at the counter, he picked up his mouthstick pen and started writing on his to do list.

Distribute flyers
Reserve Town Hall for meeting on Thursday
Order desserts
Order coffee
Assemble agenda items

Sliding his to do list out of the way, Red started back to work on his agenda for the meeting.

Mid-Morning: Sanctity

[notavegetarian.livejournal.com]

There's a new shop open--well, technically, the shop is always open. Zhaan carefully used the ground remains of cilacra to affix the open sign in a hap-hazard manner that appealed to her sense of humour and irony. Now only the Goddess or related deities would be able to remove it from the window it was stuck again. The interior is dotted with odd herbs and sachets, powders in little bottles, perfumed oils, bric-a-brac, pestles and mortars--everything and herbalist might need in her still to produce the most potent medicines and incenses.

With the sunlight pouring through the window, the living plants dotting the small aisles seem to be pulsing with life.

Near the back, the proprietess is settled on a stool, her hands working carefully on measuring out the ingredients for sleeping drafts. She isn't certain there will be patrons, as not everyone wants esoteric herbs and spices of a non-magical nature.

Carefully blessing the last phial, she seals it neatly with wax and sets it in the rack next to its sisters.

A glance at the angle of the sunlight gives her pause, and a smile plays around her lips as she contemplates working in her garden. Perhaps a little meditation is in order.

[open to anyone to play in, although in a short while, Zhaan will be disappearing to meditate in her garden. feel free to wander in at any time during the week. Zhaan will not always be there, of course.]

The Emporium is Open -- Wednesday

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Michael opens the store and sits behind the counter, while his significant other is trying to finish up rearranging the back room. There's a Captain Astro action figure on the counter next to Michael. While it is not yet even Halloween, he's playing Elf Bowling on the computer.

A new sign is in the window: "2-Day Salsa Sale" There is a display of salsa cans just below the sign.

((ooc: Mun is kinda busy this morning and might be a little slow getting back to you. Sorry.))

OPEN -- OCTOBER 26

[vitalyorlov.livejournal.com]

Grumbling with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, he turns on the bright neon sign before kicking the door open and sticking a wedge underneath so it doesn't close. Yuri was hunched over a stack of newspapers from many different countries, and the cell phone at the ready.

He set up the sign that said, "HIRING! -- COME FILL OUT AN APPLICATION!" and then wandered back to his stool behind the counter; there was a new Russian cook in the back ((NPC)) cooking Vitaly some Blini's, it smelled fucking orgasmic inside the little resturant. He also set up some menus on the counter for any customers.

Wouldn't be a bad time for females people to interrupt his boredness.

Allison Sees Wednesday October 26, 2005

[allison-dubois.livejournal.com]

Allison is open for anyone who wants to stop by. Currently she's on the couch, lying down and fiddling with her wedding ring. She's been crying. She probably won't admit to that though if someone comes in. She is glad she could help yesterday though. Her dreams have been much more intense and she knows that this town needs her more than anyone else right now. Lying on the coffee table is a framed picture of Allison and her daughters, oh how she missed them.

Wednesday Morning at the Museum

[immortalamanda.livejournal.com]

Amanda is in her office with the door open, reviewing applications for employment. She puts a few aside, planning to make some calls. She's in a very pleasant mood at the moment and cannot wait to see Duncan again.

Wednesday Morning at the Morgue

[katefreckles.livejournal.com]

For once Kate is the first in, Jordan is off playing detective. Kate unlocks the door and goes inside. She proceeds to do some filing, but she'd hear anyone who wanted to drop by.

Perkolator - Afternoon

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty sits in the perkolator nursing a cup of coffee and thinking over the events of the last few days.

Blood Gulch Arms - Wednesday (NFB)

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

A truck drives up to Blood Gulch Arms before opening time. Tex is already waiting outside. She has a short argument with the driver about his lateness before she finally signs the form and watches them unload the boxes. Getting tired of waiting, Tex jumps into the truck herself and unloads the crates with ammo which she stores in the supply room.

As the truck drives off again, Tex flips the sign on the door to 'open' and a bit later there's a sign stuck against the window of the door:

Special offer: gas mask and goggles
Price: $46
Students: $37


((Shop lay out and supplies can be found here. I'll make a seperate supply list once I'm feeling less lazy.))

Wednesday Afternoon at the TARDIS

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[Partially for broadcast. Links sent to Faith's Voicemail]

She left school a little early to prepare a proper tea. Having sat through many dull teas with diplomats, she at least knew the foods to make. She warmed the pot and boiled the water..and waited for ten_and_chips and geoff_chaucer to arrive.

Wednesday at the bank

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It's been a slow day at the bank, and Salmoneus is once again doing clerical stuff on his writing machine. He's using it to prepare customer statements, but this time he's actually using the white paper that came with the machine when he bought it.

This paper is different from parchment, the ink seems to hold better on it. It tears much more easily, though, so he's careful as he puts each new sheet in the machine. The balled up papers littering the floor around the desk are proof of his abilities with the new fangled technology.

Needing a break, he steps outside for a moment and straightens the new sign hanging next to the door. It reads:

A Contest: Name the Harpy!
My harpy is very sad cause she doesn't have a name.
Drop your suggestions in the message box,
and if that name is chosen,
you get dinner for two at Deb's Diva Dive!
Help name the Harpy!!

please make sure to leave your
name and address with your entry

Happy with the sign, he nods and heads back inside.

There's a ringing sound, again. This time he knows where it's coming from and he goes over to look at the strange ringing thing. He still has no idea what it is, or how it makes the bell like sound. Watching it for a moment, he shrugs, then goes back to his desk.

The ringing eventually stops.

Salmoneus goes back to his typing.

Aziraphale's Rare Books, Wednesday Afternoon

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Kiki lands outside the bookstore and comes inside. The bell jangles over her head and she neatly props her broom in the corner behind the door as usual.

"Hello, Mr. Crowley?" she calls.

The Movie Theater

[crowt-robot.livejournal.com]

Crow gets out of his butter machine around three and makes a crude poster to put outside the movie theater.

"Hmmm, gotta do something about that name. Cinema Cohen is not staying that's for sure!" he says to himself as he puts the poster outside the front doors.

The poster reads: Attention employees and prospective employees of this theater! We, the new owners, would like to get to know you a bit better before we begin our torture working relationship. Mr. Crow, Mr. Servo and...Joel ask that you fill out this form with honest answers. We're a family. A family where you do everything we say for low money. And we could always use more slaves employees so if you're interested go ahead and fill it out.


( The getting to know you and make sure you're not a syrup loving mountie application form. )

Satisfied that he did enough work for this theater he crawled back into his butter machine and looked at pictures of Kim Cattrall.

((I'm kind of tempted to see what y'all write. Do some OOC but IC, do it! Crow says so.))

The Haven [OPEN]

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

Wednesday Cafe Selections:
- Banana Nut Bread
- Pecan Tarts
- Brownies
- Hot Chocolate
- Chai Tea
- Peppermint-Chamomile Tea
- French Roast (Decaf or Regular)

George, feeling rather awkward, leans against the glass display counter and fiddles with a stack of napkins. She wonders how many customers she'll get. It's her first non-office job since before she died, and she feels as if her customer service skills are a bit rusty.

Wednesday Specials

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Chalkboard reads:

Wednesday Special

Bacon Cheeseburger, Fries, coleslaw

Grilled beef patty, low-fat coleslaw, baked sweet potatoes

Vegetable confetti in pita bread, baked sweet potato


Desserts:
Cherry Pie
Apple Pie
Chocolate Cake
Monster Cookies (peanut butter, oatmeal, chocolate chip, M&M)

Wonka Sweets Shop - OPEN

[luridpinkspikes.livejournal.com]

Tonks, after writing and owling a letter, ran to the store. She couldn't help but stop in front of the shop, admiring the large window's grand display. There was a help wanted sign nestled unobtrusively in the top corner, but in the window...it was an entire Halloween town made of chocolate, complete with miniature trick-or-treaters and figures at doors, holding bowls of candy fragments. "Wow," she breathed, voice soft with admiration. She grinned as she recognized several familiar faces, either in costume, or holding candy. Her smile broadened when she recognized a familiar figure with a top hat.

Still smiling to herself, she let herself into the store, walking past the well-stocked shelves and began to get ready for the day.

Luke's Diner, Wednesday

[burger-boy-luke.livejournal.com]

Luke flips the sign on the door to "Open" and starts brewing a pot of coffee. The glazed donuts are fresh today, but the diner is running low on pie.

On the Outskirts of Town [Late Wednesday Afternoon/Early Evening]

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Archie is suddenly aware of the sand on his face and the sting of salt water against his skin. He staggers to his feet, wincing at the glare of the sunset sky. His head is pounding, his throat is dry, there's a foul taste in his mouth, and for some strange reason there's a burning sensation in his chest.

He has no idea how he got here, or when for that matter; the last thing he remembers is leaving class on Thursday. Was he by locker 327? It's possible. He seems to recall being in that area.

Past that, none of the jumbled memories in his head feel like they should be there. After all, Horatio isn't here, so there's no reason that he should have been dragging Midshipman -- Lieutenant? -- Hornblower to safety over a bridge about to blow, or returning in the jolly boat to a ship that isn't the Justinian and a captain who isn't Keane.

But he remembers all this with an odd, detached clarity. It makes no sense. The taste in his mouth and the way his body aches are telltale signs that one of his fits must have come over him; God only knows how long he's been out this time.

"I'm Archie Kennedy," he grates out, "midshipman in His Majesty's Royal Navy, late of the Justinian, currently assigned as a student at Fandom High." He knows this much -- should know this much -- but it rings false somehow.

Because the Justinian isn't at war. Britain isn't at war. Before he left, he and his shipmates were rotting at anchor in Spithead, in a vessel commanded by a doddering dotard, keeping a sorry semblance of guard against the presumed day Bonaparte's grasp would grow too long for Britain to tolerate.

And yet the sights, sounds, and smells of battle are familiar to him; he knows all too well what it's like to be in the midst of an engagement. He knows the chaos and din and almighty thunder of a broadside. He can tell the difference between the agonized screams of a man with a jagged two-foot splinter of oak in his chest, and one who has just seen his leg smashed to pulp by a cannonball. He knows the gritty burning of powder smoke on his skin, the thunder of the decks as bulkheads are torn away and the men take stations for action.

These memories are too vivid for him to discount as madness or imagination. But, as he stumbles up Neptune Boulevard -- why does this place look so strange? -- half-blindly, he just doesn't know where they fit.

Spike's Pub is now Open

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Kadaj slammed the door open and flipped on the lights. The pub needed opening and Spike was taking care of business. They were late and it pissed Kadaj off they were late.

Flicking the sign on to shine OPEN, the brothers quickly worked to open the pub.

Duck Pond [Wednesday Evening]

[azurejedi.livejournal.com]

Bread crumbs are strewn about in front of a young blue Twi'lek woman who is sitting crosslegged near the pond. A few ducks have gathered to nibble on the small gift brought to them, quietly quacking amongst themselves. They go unnoticed by their benefactor, as does the half-empty cup of chai tea sitting next to her.
Eyes closed in meditation, Aayla thinks about The Force, balance, this town, and natural order.

[ooc: Huge invite to Aziraphale and/or Crowley, but definitely open to all others. She won't bite if you disturb her, so go right ahead. ^-^]