A walk in the park

[salmoneus.livejournal.com]

Since everyone is up at the Halloween Ball, Salmoneus has decided that it's a good time to take the Harpy on a walk to the park.

She wears a leash, but it's just for show in case the police check. The tall creature, with a face nearly human, walks beside him sedately. Occasionally she'll rear up and strike at something in the air, and Salmoneus will hear a crunching sound as she chews. He's not sure if they're birds or bats, and doesn't really want to know.

He leads her to a bench and sits down with a sigh. Part of him really wants to be at the ball, but another part is glad for the calm evening in town. There's a cool breeze blowing across the lake, and he watches as the Harpy sits quietly next to the bench, sniffing the cool night air.

[ooc: slow timed, waiting for D'anna and Callisto.]

After the Hallowe'en Ball, outside the White Star

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova is almost staggering as she approaches the White Star. Her eyes are drooping, her Golden Lasso of Justice is limp in her hand, her tiara is crooked, and an overly large, orante jacket is draped over her shoulders. All she wants to do is fall into bed and sleep for a ridiculous amount of hours. Preferably continuously. She tapped at the control panel to get in sleepily, blinking awake when it flashed sullen purple at her. She frowned. Purple wasn't good. She tried the code again, carefully punching in the sequence and then pressing her thumb against the biometric pad. Again with the purple. And a third time.

Her eyes narrowed, Ivanova tries to access the door overrides. Nothing. Every password and control code she tried yielded the same result: a flashing purple light and an obstinately closed door. She slumped against the smooth surface of the hull. There wouldn't be any conveniently unlocked windows. She was well and truly locked out. She wanted to sit down and cry. It was cold. She was locked out. And she was wearing nothing but a smudged Wonder Woman costume. She sighed. She couldn't think of anywhere to go. She began to trudge towards the park. Maybe if she fell asleep on a park bench people would think she just passed out drunk and it wouldn't be nearly as embarrasing.

[[If you want to rescue Ivanova from her fate, we can slowplay in the morning. Okay, later. *is going to bed*]]

The Emporium is open -- Monday

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

If one were already inside the store, one would hear Michael mumbling about "damned heels" and bemoaning his aching feet as he flipped the sign from "closed" to "open." While he might be complaining, he'd had a good time at the party. Being able to dance publicly with Ben in a place that wasn't a gay nightclub was nice. He really liked this town.

Michael sat behind the counter and pulled out his notebook. At the top of a new page he wrote, "Superhero -- Zen" and began outlining his ideas for the new comic book.

((ooc: play might be slow, but I am here, so be patient.))

The Museum- Monday October 31, 2005

[immortalamanda.livejournal.com]

Amanda is in her office, drinking a tea and sitting at her desk, the door is open and she's hoping for some visitors to the museum.

Allison Sees- Monday October 31, 2005

[allison-dubois.livejournal.com]

Allison is in the kitchen, looking at some magazines, but she is open to see anyone that might want to come in. She seems to have quite a bit on her mind though.

What it Takes October 31, 2005

[sultry-solis.livejournal.com]

Gabby is in her office on the phone with some important people, she's still looking to interview potential models and photographers. Now she seems to be shouting at a man named Carlos, very loudly on the telephone.

The Beach: Town: Locked to Phoebe and Maia: NFB

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia sat on a deck chair facing Phoebe on hers. "Whats going on Phoebe, you have'nt said a word since we left the dorms." Maia is worried. The sky was grey, hints of the sun coming up tinging the clouds with bits of pink the swells were high and pounding in. The beach was empty except for the two of them, Maia pulled her sweater tighter around her, there was a chill in the air.

Red is Open and In Today

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

Sitting behind the counter on the stool, Red was very quiet and very still and looking quite bleary-eyed. His groucho glasses sat on the corner.

Even his fur looked droopy.



((ooc: will be a bit slow today, but patience please, I can play.))

The Perk - Early Monday...

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Shane sits at her usual table, feet curled up in the seat, a book cradled in her lap. A cup of Black Death sits steaming rather innocuously in its mug on the table in front of her, but only occasionally does she reach over to pick it up and take a sip. Sitting next to the mug is a notebook and occasionally, Shane will drag it down off of the table and pull the pen from the corner of her mouth in order to jot something down.



[ooc: Come play with me! :D]

Perk: Getting some coffee

[sheltered-texan.livejournal.com]

Fred sat at a round table balancing her notebook on her knees, coffee in one hand and a pen in the other. In front of her on the table was a book open to a ( rather complicated math problem. )

Fred was staring at it, every now and then sipping her coffee and scratching some words onto her paper.


((OOC: Come interact with Fred its been ages since she got to play with someone))

Blood Gulch Arms - Monday (NFB)

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex is glad Parent's Weekend is over. She's a bit disappointed that no one took her up on the super saver deal. It could have been fun, but people on this island seem to be too much in the business of not hurting other people. She went down to the Halloween party last evening, but people panicking over ghosts had become boring very fast.

She opens up the shop, the gas mask sign is still hanging on the door.

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


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

The Haven [OPEN]

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

Monday Cafe Selections:
- Pumpkin-Cream Cheese Muffins
- Pecan Tarts
- Brownies
- Hot Chocolate
- Jasmine Green Tea
- Rooibos Mango Tea
- Hazelnut Roast (Decaf or Regular)

George is in a very, very bad mood.

Monday In Town Deliveries

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

Delivered to the Amber House, attention Shane McCutcheon (shane_mcc).
( For Shane: )

Delivered to Chaucers, attention Geoff Chaucer (geoff_chaucer).
( For Geoff: )

Delivered to the Rare Books shop, attention Mr. Crowley (crawley_demon).
( For Mr. Crowley: )

Delivered to the Rare Books shop, attention Mr. Phale (a_phale).

( For Mr. Phale: )

Halloween Specials

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Chalkboard reads:

Scary Specials
Bat-wings, icky bones, deadly nightshade
(soy glazed chicken wings, fries and salad)

Filet of belladonna in poison sauce, deadly nightshade
(eggplant parmagana)

Skewered lizard and weeds, deady nightshade
(chicken and vegetable skewers)



Dreadful Desserts, free with any meel puchase:

Poision manicheel apple pie
Sourpuss lemon bars (here kitty, kittty)
Devil's food cake
Green Slime Salad


Deb and Carl are still in costume

In the Park - Monday Evening

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

After what could be called a normal day back in the Clinic, Wilson decided to take a walk to help clear his mind out a little so he could...go back and spend the night running tests.

He'd grabbed a shower, changed into comfortable streetwear and was now strolling along, enjoying the first flush of night across the park. The darkness was soothing for tired eyes and a cup of coffee picked up at The Perk -on House's recommendation- kept his hand warm as he walked along. In all honesty, he enjoyed the town, like walking around and just seeing what was to be seen. Enticing smells were encouraging his stomach to make it's pessence known but he was ignoring it for the time being, more interested in stretching his legs and sipping on his coffee.

[ooc: Open if anyone wants him but doesn't want to be in the Clinic for it. :)]

In the Park

[sultry-solis.livejournal.com]

Gabrielle waits in the park to meet up with Inara who invited her to dinner, she seems a lot more pleasant than she was this morning.

In the Park [NFB, mushy all that good crap.]]

[conathon.livejournal.com]

Sawyer drags Paige away from the Perk to tell her something rather..important, mushy, whatever.

Spike's Pub is Open - 10/31

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

After the job at the creepy house, a night at Spike's should be easy.

The brothers set up the bar, turned over the sign and settled in for another night at the Pub.

Phale's Rare Books, Monday Afternoon/Evening

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Anyone entering Aziraphale's shop today will be greeted by a new addition -- a comfortable reading area near the back of the shop, complete with comfy armchairs, two couches, and several tables and lamps. An assortment of sandwiches, cookies, and tarts are laid out on trays, accompanied by carafes of hot tea, coffee, and cocoa.

Those visitors looking for Aziraphale himself will find him sitting in his usual chair near the window, examining a copy of Romeo and Juliet and looking rather perplexed.

High Strung, Monday afternoon/evening [OPEN]

[ludwigsayswhat.livejournal.com]

Anyone who enters the shop might find Ludwig still in costume and seated at his piano. He's gotten rather into the spirit of the holiday, and can be heard playing various bits of a Bach toccata or Rimsky-Korsakov.

Night at the Beach

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

The soft sounds of the waves breaking over the pebbly beach is music in Kiki's ears. It is All Hallow's Eve, one of the most sacred nights for a witch of Kiki's training. She wishes her mother had been able to stay another night, to join her in the ceremony.

Kiki takes a small knife and cuts several handful-sized bundles of the dying brown beach grass above the high tide line. These she piles inside a shallow pit dug in the sand with her bare feet. The sand is quite cold on her toes. Jiji sits primly nearby on a large, smooth log of driftwood, watching intently.

Crouching over the pile of grass, Kiki tents her hands and concentrates, and is rewarded as a small golden flame leaps into life beneath her fingers. It's a larger flame than it should be, based on the amount and quality of the fuel, and longer-lasting. She stands before it, facing the water, silhouetted in silver moonlight and golden fireglow, and spreads her arms in a gesture of gratitude and praise, celebrating life and death.

It's a very short and simple ritual, and when she is done, Kiki sits on the driftwood, burying her feet in the sand, and watches as the fire flickers, consuming the magic she put into it. Jiji hops up into her lap, and curls up there, purring, as Kiki gently scratches the velvety spot between his ears. Anyone can see her sitting there and staring out at the moonlight on the waves.

After the greenhouse

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana left the greenhouse, feeling a little off-balanced and flustered. She wasn't quite sure what had just happened. She wandered back to the town proper and into the park to sit down adn think for a while.