Late Monday Night

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

After the giant mess he made with his own desires with Aziraphale, Tara, and Shane, Crowley goes to sulk by the pond and feed the ducks. Stupid Witch...just had to get bloody involved. Now who knows if it's Ineffable or not, it could be her Powers That Be mucking with us. Questions swirl around his head. What he really needs is some clarity of his evil.

He throws a nugget of scone and pings it off the mallard's head. This small malicious act makes him smile. He lights a cigarette and watches the angry canard.

The Tardis - Late Monday evening... [locked to prof_cregg and

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

After what had gone down at Mr. Phale's shop, Shane found herself walking and staring at her feet and not really knowing or caring where she was. Her sneakers scuffed along pavement until they found grass and she was in the park. Hearing a duck let out an indignant quack, she did an immediate about-face and started walking in the opposite direction as she spotted Crowley sitting on the bench, terrorizing the ducks.

He was the last person... demon... guy thing... whatever... she wanted to speak to right now. But she still needed somewhere to go.

The TARDIS was hidden in the shadows of the trees, but it was a beacon of light unto itself. Stepping up to the door, she knocked once, stuffing her hands into her pockets and resisting the urge to hammer frantically on the door.

Sitting on the beach

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia sat on one of the beach chairs. She had come here yesterday mornining with Phoebe and it was nice and relaxing. She pulled the blanket tighter around her, her drink getting cold next to her. Maia watched the waves. this is better then the fountain, its not exact. Maia kept starting at the waves until finally she saw before they happened where they were going to end up. She smiled a little at this, she had no idea if it was controlling her powers but it felt like it a little to her.

The Emporium is Open -- Tuesday

[mikeys-ben.livejournal.com]

Michael had hit the snooze alarm four times when Ben finally decided to just let his husband sleep and open the store himself. He found a return e-mail from his son; he definitely hoped Hunter would consider coming out for a visit, even though he and Michael were probably going to go back to Pittsburgh for Thanksgiving.

While he wasn't quite as familiar with the store as Michael, Ben figured he could find what people wanted until his other half managed to wake up. Now that the ending had changed, the front of his novel needed a lot of revision, and that's what he worked on as he waited for customers to stop by.


((OOC Edit: Michael is now in the store as well. You can chat with either one or both, but mun may have trouble getting both of them to keep up with you. :P))

Red is Open Today!

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

Downstairs early, after a full nights sleep, Red has the backroom ready for his first appointment of the day.

The sign says Open and he is sitting behind the counter, moutstick in mouth, flipping through a catalog.

Therapist's Office Hours, 11/01

[b-chenowith.livejournal.com]

Her apartment upstairs is still in some disorder, but the office space downstairs is perfect. It's decorated in soothing earth tones with abstract art on the walls, several comfortable chairs, and a galley kitchen off to one side. Brenda's degrees hang above her desk, and a photo of her with two small girls -- one blonde and one brunette -- sits next to her computer.

Now all she needs is clients. She makes a pot of coffee and ponders advertising.

The Museum- Tuesday November 1, 2005

[immortalamanda.livejournal.com]

Amanda is in her office, she's not doing much of anything.

Allison Sees- Tuesday November 1, 2005

[allison-dubois.livejournal.com]

Allison is sitting on her porch, drinking her coffee and reading the paper. She looks more well rested than usual.

What it Takes November 1, 2005

[sultry-solis.livejournal.com]

Gabby is still waiting for more models and photographers, though she seems slightly less annoyed than yesterday.

Tuesday at The Arms

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

He saunters in, surveying what he has already come to think of as his hotel. He just wants to get a feel for the place, and perhaps meet the staff...which seems frighteningly small. He'll have to place a call to the NPC Temp agency straight away.

He checks the lounge, the restaurant, the offices. He notices a distinct lack of greenery. I'll have some plants brought in...perhaps that gardener teacher can help me out with that. Off the lobby, he finds the room he was hoping to find.

At any other hotel it might be called the Hospitality room. Here, with the other ammenities, it looks out of place. He shuts the door behind him and whispers a few words and waves his had in a deternined and purposeful way. When he opens the door again, the room is a dark and welcoming library with dark wood paneling, leather chairs and sofas, as wel as a few tweed upholstered easy chairs. Books sit in shelves against one wall from floor to ceiling. Tiffany shaded lamps sit on tastefully masculine doilies. A fireplace crackles with a small fire. He made this room with one goal in mind...which reminds him...I should change the name of this place.

He returns to the front desk area, smiling. Now to choose his rooms.


((anyone previously involved with the hotel, please come chat with your new boss))

Sanctity: Open

[notavegetarian.livejournal.com]

Not much has changed in the small shop. The herbs continue to hang, the scents continue to mingle, and the cash register continues to rust.

A talented observer might even notice the lack of proprietess.

The sign at the door claims Zhaan is out to lunch, with an indefinite return time. It's probably more reliable to say she's around the back, sitting in her garden, attempting to meditate.

But she keeps failing, the tranquility of the garden only grating on her nerves.

Stubbornly, though, she continues to sit in the sunlight, head upturned, body almost relaxed.

Tuesday at the bank

[salmoneus.livejournal.com]

The bank is open, and Salmoneus is sitting at his desk. He's folding papers and placing them in matching envelopes.

"Well, statements are ready to go out. Now I just need to find a way to deliver them."

He looks at his list of things to do today:
1) Finish statements. "Check."
2) Clip Harpy's nails. After looking at the fresh scratches on his arm, he winces and says, "Check."

3) Talk to Tex. Ask her if she'll watch the bank so I can take Harpy hunting.
4) Get ear pierced.
5) Avoid Callisto.
6) Find delivery method for statements.

He marks the first two as finished, then put the list down. He would do 3, 4, and 6 later in the afternoon.

Number 5 was on the list to stay.

[ooc: sorry for missing the weekend, gang, but RL sucks. I'm available for slow play till tonight when I get home.]

Chaucer's, Late Afternoon/Evening [NWS]

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Feeling as though, with all of the excitement lately, he's been neglecting his work, Geoff puts out the 'OPEN' sign and pushes his worktable over to where he can be seen through the window.


[OOC: Open to anyone at all to stop by -- Geoff has been very bad about opening the shop lately!]

Blood Gulch Arms - Tuesday (NFB)

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex opens up the shop later than usual. She isn't wearing her armour for once.

There's a new sign hanging above the gas masks one:

Just in: Peacekeeper weapons
Pulse pistol and Pulse rifle


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


((Shop lay out and supplies can be found here. I might be slow with responses today so bear with me.))

OPEN -- NOVEMBER 1

[vitalyorlov.livejournal.com]

Grumbling, Vitlay flicks on the Open sign and puts up the same old signs as always: ACCEPTING APPLICATIONS -- APPLY INSIDE! in his sloppy handwritting.

On every table there is a stack of 4 menus, all begging to be ordered from today.

[[OOC: Mun will be going to a birthday party soonish..Feel free to NPC waitors/the cook...etc! ]]

Wonka's Sweet Shoppe - OPEN

[luridpinkspikes.livejournal.com]

Tonks had wordlessly set up shop, and made a pot of cocoa as well as a kettle of tea for customers. She herself sat on the floor, her back against the counter. She was watching an enchanted chocolate cat, no larger than her thumbnail wander across her palm without really seeing it. Occasionally, she would glance at a scrap of parchment, then at her sneakers, as if something written on the slip of paper disturbed her. "I'm not moping," she muttered with a sulky scowl, tugging ineffectually at a bit of mouse-brown hair.

Tuesday Specials

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Tuesday Fuschia Plate Specials:

BBQ Beef sandwich, fries, coleslaw, baked beans

BBQ Chef Salad

Grilled portabella mushroom sandwich, fries, coleslaw, vegetarian baked beans.

Desserts:

Cherry Cheesecake
Fudge nut brownies
Pumpkin Pie
S'More pie

Corner of Revello and Bergen, Tuesday

[kelowna-j.livejournal.com]

A large delivery truck pulls up in from of a slightly weather-beaten, rather eccentricly designed old house. As it stops, a young man comes bounding excitedly out of the front door and down the porch stairs, shouting.

"Truck's here! Hey, Rodney! The truck with your equipment's here!"


[Thread is open to slow-play all week by anyone who wants to join in!]

The Haven - OPEN

[professortrepe.livejournal.com]

Quistis straightened a stack of books, looking slightly downcast. She sighed softly to herself, trying not to let her thoughts linger on how quiet the store has been lately.

Spikes Pub is Open 11/1

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

Kadaj was on his way to the church when he saw the Pub needed to be opened. He was on his own tonight, Loz and Yazoo both stayed at home to get work done. Pulling around and parking out front, he entered the bar to set everything ready to open.

Once the snacks were in place, he opened the doors.

At the apocalypse Ave

[in--boots.livejournal.com]

((OOC: yes, the apocalypse Ave. Near Aziraphales, mostly.))



Puss walks through town, looking around at the houses and different shops, sometimes standing for a moment to take a closer look at the shop windows. He has a day off of work and decided to get a bit familiar with the town he lives in now. "well, babey, this could be fun" he says, as a dustball rolls by.


((OOC: 'nyone want to come say hi to Puss? he's nice, i promise :D ))

Azriphale's bookshop - [NFB: Locked to Phale, Crawley, Parker, Marty, and The Tick]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker pushed open the door to Phale's bookshop, and looked around. "I don't see him, but the door's open, so he must be here somewhere." She shivered, and took off her gloves, looking around for Crawley, and glad not to see him at the moment.

"Thank you for playing escort, Professor Tick. I really appreciate it."

Increased visibility in Fandom Town

[fandomtown-pd.livejournal.com]

Residents of Fandom Town will notice an increase in visibility of uniforms patrolling the streets of the town.

Tuesday evening, outside the White Star

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

After her shift at the diner, Ivanova heads back to the White Star with some borrowed tools and a prayer in her heart. Passersby will find her actively cursing, loudly and in Russian, at the tangle of wiring behind the access panel and the still stubbornly closed hatch.

She would appreciate a little help.

Late Tuesday at the Park

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Tonight he's in a much better mood. He makes quacking noises at the ducks, tossing tasty nibbles to them gently. His cigarette burns slowly, the smoke curling lazily into the night sky.