The Wee Hours of Saturday Morning in the PARK

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

She's always been an early riser, but this was ridiculous. She slid out of bed, dressed in her sweats and sweatshirt, and went to make mischeif of a sort.

She dug into her school bag and pulled out a tablet. With a wide marker she wrote a large 9 on one, and a 10 on the other. Snatching up some tape, throwing on her coat, and taking her key, she steps outside. To the TARDIS she tapes the 10 paper, speaking low and sweetly to her.

Then she steps immediately next door and tapes the 9 to the other TARDIS. If that one doesn't stay, she's pretty sure her TARDIS will help her out. She really doesn't want to make the particular mistake of running into Nine unexpectedly again.


((Play?))

Good Morning and Welcome To The Aficionado Arms!

[michel-girard.livejournal.com]

((For Sunday morning activity go here!))

I am Michel, your very cranky and very French concierge who hates people because they are all stupid!

Please feel free to check in below, and welcome to Fandom Town's finest establishment!

Tessie, The Overworked NPC Bellhop™, will be happy to assist with your bags.

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((Mun is on PST and will be up ASAP to answer back in about 8 hours, please be patient. But feel free to start a thread now. I'm back! ;)

Though no reputable hotel would do such a thing, of course, for the fun of any interaction people may want to have in the halls, for the record our guests are currently:

• Darla---Basement
  
• Jacob Gavin, Sr.---Room 111
• Number 2---113
  
• Jake & Hellen Morgendorffer---Rooms 114 and 116
  
• Jack Crichton, Sr.---Room 115
  
• Sydney LaVert---Room 118
  
• Commander Adama---Room 210
  
• Obi-Wan Kenobi---Room 211
  
• Widow Twanky---Room 212
  
• Sir Myles of Olau & Prince Jonathan of Conte---Room 213
  
• George Hammond --- Rooms 214 and 216
  
• Emily Gilmore---Room 217
  
• D'Hoffryn---218
  
• Okino and Kokiri Takayama---Room 220
  

This is, of course, OOC info... unless you run into someone coming out of a room or manage to finagle it from Michel.

We are fully booked, but if you say you have a reservation, you have one. (Unless, like fates_jaye, you have OOC reason to want to be turned away. Michel can be as bitchy as you please, just let me know. *g* ))

Friday evening, in the park.

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

As she has no parents or visitors coming, and relatively little homework to worry about, Sonia decides to take advantage of a blessedly free evening and go for a late run in the park. She pulls her hair back, finds a light sweatshirt, and steps out into the chilly October evening.

Luke's Diner, Saturday

[burger-boy-luke.livejournal.com]

The Diner opens early Saturday morning, ready for a long, busy day. Luke is in plaid and coffee is in plentiful supply. Still accepting the 20% off coupons provided at the town meeting, of course.



[ooc: Again, muns most likely not around; post is open to all.]

The Emporium is open -- Saturday

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael makes sure everything is tidy, as parents might actually be coming in today. He straightens the sign announcing "10% off" in the window and settles behind the counter, hiding the comic book he's reading behind today's New York Times.

High Strung, Saturday afternoon [OPEN]

[ludwigsayswhat.livejournal.com]

Beethoven is humming the same song from the previous evening, and is in rather pleasant mood as he opens the shop. After pulling open the front curtains and turning the sign in the window, he sits back down to his piano, quill pen and manuscript in hand.

tai-chi in the park [friday evening]

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

In the falling twilight, Inara can be clearly seen in the park moving through the gentle rhythms of her tai-chi exercises.

[ooc: open to interaction with townies, students, and any parents who've lost their way to the school]

Early Saturday Morning at the White Star

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

[[G'Kar-mun is a jerk and actually went to bed at a reasonable hour. Jerk.]]

Ivanova is awoken by some fairly loud clatterings and scrapings and is awake almost instantly. She rolls out of bed, palming a PPG as he feet find slippers. Armed and fluffy, she pads through the darkened corridors of the White Star until she reaches the entrance hatch and the source of the noise. Stealthily she instructs the door to open without extending the ramp. It hisses open abruptly and she jumps out, PPG up and out, pointing directly at Zathras' slowly blinking lamp-like eyes. He shakes his head and mutters. "Always pointing weapons at poor Zathras. Zathras go here, go there, everywhere no one welcome Zathras . . ."

Ivanova tucks the PPG into a pocket of her robe with an apologetic wince. "Sorry, Zathras, I -"

"I am not Zathras!" Zathras said, sticking a dirty finger in her face. "I am Zathras."

"Right," Ivanova nodded. "I just heard - oof!"

Ivanova abruptly found herself two feet off the ground and her ribs slowly being crushed in a bonebreaking hug as G'Kar scoops her up and swings her around. "Susan! My dear, how wonderful to see you!"

"G'Kar . . *wheeze* I just saw you . . . two weeks ago . . ." her eyes are watering. "Down . . . please . . ."

"It seemed too long!" he exclaims joyfully. "My apologies for being late. Something unavoidably unavoidable came up. And then there was a bit of confusion over the sign on the roof of that large building . . . Zathras wanted to land there, but I told him you had instructed us to meet at the White Star . . ." He trails off, beaming over Zathras' mutters of, "Not Zathras, Zathras . . ." "But I'm here now and I must say I am greatly looking forward to this weekend!"

Ivanova nods. Oh god, what have I gotten myself into? "Well you still have to go up to the school to register . . ." She yawns and rubs her eyes. "Come in. I need to shower and coffee. I mean, get dressed and make coffee." She yawns again and disappears back into the ship.

[[We're setting off towards the school. Early risers come and play with us!]]

The Museum is Open

[immortalamanda.livejournal.com]

Amanda is in her office, catching up on some much needed sleep, the door is slightly ajar. People can feel free to browse the exhibits, and even try to rouse Amanda but more than likely, it won't happen.

(OOC: mun [I hate that word, but since everyone else uses it...] will be at work from 1 PM to 7 PM EST, but feel free to look around, make threads, even try and wake Amanda, but she will wake up when mun gets home from work at approx. 7:20 EST)

Blood Gulch Arms - Saturday (NFB)

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex opens the shop for Parents Weekend. There are two signs in the window:

Open from 10:00-19:00 for Parents Weekend
10% discount on one item if you have a coupon

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

Super Saver Deal for Parents Weekend:
Get two parentals killed for the price of one



((Shop lay out and supplies can be found here.

Want to scare your parents with a rude armoured girl? Drop me a line and I'll see if I can convince Tex to take a break.))

Spike's Pub Is Open Early

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

It was early. Too early considering how late it was when they finally got to sleep, only to turn around and come back. The brothers set up and cleaned the place getting it ready for the early opening.



[ooc- Slow play in the early day but am here to interact.]

Posters go up around town

[positive-angel.livejournal.com]

Posters go up around the town.

( Halloween Ball Costume Contest )

Phale's Rare Books, Saturday

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Once again, the door is open and tea is laid out on the table. Aziraphale is busily reshelving books, after having finally finished the massive inventory project he started.

Anyone familiar with the shop will discover that he's also done a little redecorating. Among the bookshelves near the rear of the shop is a small reading lounge -- several fat armchairs, a couple of small couches, and a scattering of small tables and lamps. A large tray sitting on a low coffee table holds hot drinks and plates of sandwiches, cookies, and tarts.


[OOC: Slow-time until evening EDT. If you stop in and Phale doesn't respond, feel free to hang out anyway.]

Saturday's Fuschia Plate Special

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Chalkboard reads:

Parents' Weekend Special
Free Drinks and Dessert with each meal.

Grilled Chicken, topped with bacon and cheese Aussie style, Fries
Chicken Casear Salad with Sourdough Rolls
Caesar Salad with sourdough rolls


Desserts:

Prince of Wales Pie
Blueberry tart
Chocolate chip Brownies
Red velvet Cake



[[ooc: writer will be out most of the evening. Assume service if there is no explicit service.]]

Movie Sign Theater 3000, Saturday October 29

[joel_sol]

The marquee lights up:

I Accuse My Parents!
Delight for the whole family!
Showings at: 6:30, 8:00, 9:30, and 11:00!
Free Drink Refills All Weekend!

Saturday Evening - In the Park

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Closing up the Clinic after he finished up with the last of his work, Wilson clipped MegaPage onto his hip and after a little contemplation he headed out to go for a walk. House had succeeded in sneaking in on the oncologist and Wilson hadn't realized his lover had been quietly watching him for a bit though that simply spoke to how comfortable he was with House being in his personal space.

It had always felt right having House close, it had always felt as natural as breathing and that had been part of what had driven Wilson out here to Fandom when his life had been torn apart around him. He needed House's quiet strength and the unconditional comfort he gained from the older man, just by being near. Even if they hadn't taken that final step to becoming lovers, coming here...coming to House was the only decision Wilson could make.

Still, the younger doctor had a lot on his mind. They say that the greatest hell any parent can know is to outlive their child and even though he knew all the arguments, scientific, political, religious regarding the status of life, he couldn't help feeling that loss in at every level of his psyche. Maybe it was because of all the other losses... the string of terminal cancer patients, the cusp of total burn out, all of it...Wilson wasn't entirely sure and part of that was why he was out walking.

Walking, thinking...trying to decide what lay ahead, trying to make sense of what had come before. The black leather jacket was pulled close around his body and eventually, he sat down on a bench, long legs sprawled out in front of him, eyes turned up towards the stars. He was dressed warmly enough to keep out the autumn chill, could smell the wood smoke, could hear the sounds of the town...a little busier it seemed due to the weekend, all of it reminded him of how life kept spinning along, reminded him that he couldn't stay still forever...but maybe just for a little while longer, surely he could be allowed to heal for a little while longer.

[ooc: Just kicking around trying out new locations if anyone would like to tag in, I promise he's not depressingly emo, just thoughtful. :)]

OPEN -- OCTOBER 29

[vitalyorlov.livejournal.com]

Vitaly turns on the bright neon sign that indicates that their Russian Resturant is open today, there's also a sign that says 20% OFF ON MEALS FOR PARENTS WEEKEND scribbed in Vitaly's sloppy handwriting. There's also the standard ACCEPTING APPLICATIONS -- APPLY INSIDE!.

The menus Yuri had set out on the tables earlier in the week were still there and begging to be ordered from, the cook at the ready and Vitaly already antsy.


[[OOC: Mun will be babysitting today but they do have a computer so I might pop in, please if I'm not here make your own threads and have fun with your characters parents!]]

Around 10PM, at the Millennium Falcon

[sheldonjsands.livejournal.com]

Two figures in all black can be seen approaching the darkened Corellian freighter. All the residents are out and about in town or at school.

(OOC: I am NPC-ing Jayne here with Sheldon. So basically just responding to myself a lot. Be patient. I'm posting as I go.)

Jogging

[sultry-solis.livejournal.com]

It's nighttime and Gabby can be seen jogging through the park again with her ipod.

Saturday Evening - Outside Aphrodite's Apple

[sheldonjsands.livejournal.com]

Sheldon:
We're out of here, babe.

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Saturday Night at TARDIS #10

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

She leaves Mr. Phale feeling better than she has since she left DC in regards to the thousand and one questions she has. The word he had used, ineffable, made her feel better. He always made her feel better. Her mind wasn't clouded by doubt or anger or uncertainty. She just...was.

She unlocked the door and stepped inside. Off came her shoes, down went her bag. She looked around for Ten with a smile on her face.

The Park, By the Duck Pond, Saturday Night

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

In keeping with something that's becoming a very comfortable habit, Aziraphale is sitting on his favorite bench in the park. He notices that the ducks seem to be somewhat less demanding of late, as thought they'd been getting fed more frequently, and the thought makes him smile.


((For CJ))