Late Tuesday evening by the pond...

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Shane sits on the grass several feet away from the pond, a few stale sandwich rolls from the diner in her lap and a take-out cup of coffee from the perk sitting beside her.

The ground is cold and she can almost see her breath, but she's bundled up in her soft gray hoodie and denim jacket, the hood of her sweatjacket pulled up to cover her hair. Tearing pieces off of the roll in her hand, she throws them to the ducks, seemingly lost in thought.



[ooc: Come play with me!]

The Park: Morning

[sheltered-texan.livejournal.com]

Fred sat on the grass looking over some of the notes she had taken the other day from her Physics book. Ducks kept coming up around her "I'm sorry little ducks I don't have any bread." She said as she fliped a page. On the paper that she looked at was an unfinished poem she had been working on to give to Evie. "Well this just isn't any good is it." She said to the nearest duck. Fred read it over and shook her head.



((Open to anyone really, would love for egyptianlove to come along Fred misses her))

The Emporium is Open -- Wednesday

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael flips the sign from "closed" to "open," and adds a sign in the window:

"The Emporium will be closed Saturday/Sunday. Stock up now! We will reopen on Monday."

He and Ben were taking a little getaway trip. Michael loved this place, but a day or two away would be good. Especially if their son was planning on visiting next week. Hunter was great, but it was sort of like bracing for a tornado to hit.

The Museum- Wednesday, November 2, 2005

[immortalamanda.livejournal.com]

Amanda is in her office, the door is open. She's looking over applications and watching the Price is Right.

What it Takes November 2, 2005

[sultry-solis.livejournal.com]

Gabby is on the phone with a bunch of designers and other people, she wants to get some taste in this place, it's far too bland for her. She's yelling at the designer, and is pretty annoyed that she'd been on hold for 27 minutes.

Allison Sees- Wednesday November 2, 2005

[allison-dubois.livejournal.com]

Allison is in her kitchen on the phone with her old boss, the DA she worked for in Arizona. She's giving him some tips on his latest case, but she'll see anyone that wants to come in.

The Bank is Open

[salmoneus.livejournal.com]

Pleased with his continuing grasp on the new technology around him, Salmoneus is humming quietly and thinking about trying something with his flo-- phone. He reaches for it, but it rings and he stops, wondering if it's Hades again.

Steeling himself, he picks up the handle the way the young man showed him, and holds it to his ear."First Local Bank of Fandom Town, how may I help you?"

There's heavy breathing on the other end, and Salmoneus waits for someone to say something. "Hello, is anyone there?"

The breathing gets a little heavier, then a raspy voice says, "What are you wearing?"

With a smile, the older man replies, "My robe. It's kind of reddish, but lighter than red, and it's cut in the normal Thrace cut. It's a rough linen, but soft, and was made by this wonderful woman outside Athens. I've also got on a blue vest. If you want, I can give you the --" He hears a click, and the phone begins to buzz in his ear. "Hello?"

No one answers, and he shrugs and hangs up. "If he wants to know where to get one, he'll call back." He sits down behind his desk to count the money in his drawer.

Red's Tattoo: OPEN

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

After listening to a message on her voicemail from Red, Duce bolted down to the shop directly after class. Red sounded upset, and that was a new and disturbing development. He was normally so laid back and stoic, to hear him sounding disturbed, really bothered her.

Opening the shop, she flicked on the lights. The red and blue neon of the "Open" sign lit the window with a kaleidescope of colours.

Small paws thudded down the stairs, and she was tackled by two nervous and not so happy cubs. She spent a long time soothing them, petting them until their short attention spans were focused on play time rather than Daddy-worry. Once their energy had been re-channeled, Duce threw a ball for them to pounce and chase. Keeping the cubs occupied kept her own mind from churning.

Therapist Office Hours, 11/2

[b-chenowith.livejournal.com]

Brenda is exhausted today. Meeting two witches, one of whom was technically dead, and a hit man was not what she had expected for her first day in a small town. Just as she finally lulled herself to sleep, Ruth (whose grasp on time zones was more than limited) had called asking her to read a bedtime story to Maya.

But she's in her office anyhow, attempting to do some research for her dissertation as she waits for clients.

Wonka's Sweet Shoppe - OPEN

[luridpinkspikes.livejournal.com]

Tonks sat on the counter, in her usual cross-legged position. The shop was open, and peaceful. Tonks tried to convince herself she wasn't moping. No, she was just sitting on top of a counter... reading a tattered paperback romance... looking morose.... with an open box of slightly irregular liquored chocolates.

Tonks decided that one should never let themselves believe that chocolate could not cure a mope a broken heart a bad mood. At least, after the first three, she didn't give a damn. Anybody want to join a mopey reflective witch? There's liquored chocolate and tea to go around.

The Haven [OPEN]

[deadlikegeorge.livejournal.com]

Wednesday Cafe Selections:
- Cream Cheese Danish
- Pumpkin Pie
- Brownies
- Hot Chocolate
- Early Grey
- Blackberry Sage Tea
- Espresso Roast (Decaf or Regular)

George is very pre-occupied and looks as if she hasn't slept in a few days. All she can think about is Kitty's murder, and how if she'd just done her damn job, maybe they'd have caught the killer by now. She stands in her usual spot behind the counter, a mug of coffee cradled between both hands as if for warmth.

At Fandom Town Town Hall - Mayor's Office

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

Within the office of Fandom Town's esteemed mayor, much growling and snapping, accompanied by the soft jingle wandering to and fro behind the closed door could be heard.

The Town Hall staff sat in the outer office with looks of surprise on their faces at the foul mood of their mayor, as he was normally such a good natured fellow. They respectfully remained quiet.

Ms. Gladys Pipp, head librarian of Fandom Town Library and now personal assistant to the mayor scurried into the outer office, looking a bit harried (in as much a prim and proper librarian could look harried). She straightened the errant hair that had come loose from her beehive 'do' and adjusted the jeweled cats eyed glasses (with the silver link chain to hold them around her neck) before she knocked smartly on the office door and walked in, shutting it behind her again.

((ooc: If you want/need, the mayor is in and receiving visitors.))

Just outside his shop (but moving fast)

[groovy-cat.livejournal.com]

The Cat can currently be seen chasing a paper bag around town, he's left the shop in the hands of Puss, but hasn't actually told him his, there wasn't time, he had a bag to chase! Of course if anyone sees him he may try to act casual.

((feel free to stop him, consider him pretty much everywhere))

Wednesday Special

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

First Wednesday of the Month:

Pancake Supper!

A tall stack of buttermilk, blueberry or buckwheat pancakes, served with butter, syrup and your choice of two sides:

Sides:
Bacon
Ham
Biscuit
Sausage
Scrambled Eggs
Fruit cup
Cantaloupe wedge
Melon cup
Berry cup


Dessert:
Three layer chocolate cake
Fudge Brownie Pie
Blueberry Pie
Strawberry crumble bars

Wednesday afternoon

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana let Justin pull her out of The Haven. He clearly seemed to be a man on a mission and though she had no idea what was going on, she went along.

He barely paused till they reached his house and went inside. Once there she stopped and looked at him, hands on hips. "Professor, what is going on here? Why did you drag me out of there like the place was on fire?"

Official Fandom Town Police Statement

[fandomtown-pd.livejournal.com]

Ladies and gentleman, I'm Sheriff Don Lamb, and I'm prepared to make the following statement on behalf of the Fandom Town Police Department:

Katherine Pryde's status is missing, presumed dead. We're looking into suspects right now, and we're fully confident that we'll be able to bring this case to a swift resolution for the sake of all involved. And if any bratty blonde girls get in my way, I will scream.

Until such time as we're able to determine more information, patrols will increase, and a Town-wide curfew will be established at 10PM, ending at 5AM. If you can't deal with that, tough.

Spike's Pub - Open - 11/2

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

All three brothers were there tonight, busy around the bar as they got ready.

Everything placed out, the brothers flipped on the sign and opened the Pub on time for business.

On patrol - 02Nov05

[fandomtown-pd.livejournal.com]

The Fandom Town Police Department sends out the evening patrol.

((OOC: This is an NPC account and I'm not really interested in RP unless it is absolutely necessary. The police will be patrolling the streets of Fandom Town every evening for the foreseeable future. I will be making a post like this one every night. If you have a situation where you want the PD to intervene, please go to the PD post for that day (or place a 9-1-1 phone call if the post hasn't been made for that day) and leave a link to where you would like an officer to show up.))

Wednesday Night in The Aficianado Arms

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[He stopped into the shop after he'd gotten the bloody paperwork done. It seemed everything was in order, ready to bring it all up to speed. He'd chosen his rooms, made a few minor improvements, and thought it was time to show the angel. They walked to the entrace, the sound of the ocean crashing faintly behind the hotel]


Well, angel. Here it is.

In the Park by the Pond

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky walked through the park, her eyes searching the bushes, her gun clasped tightly in her hand inside her jacket.

She had heard about the dead girl.

Damn it.

She paused by the pond, thinking.

And also eating a cookie that Miho had given her.



[ooc: Becky's not going to stay, but feel free to feed the ducks or whatever in this post if you want.]

(no subject)

[deadly_little]

Anyone attempting to visit, or simply passing by the establishment formerly known as the Aphrodite's Apple will find a sign out front, in meticulously careful lettering, that reads:

CLOSED
For Renovations
+ Getting Rid of Tacky Velvet
Former employees may pick up their belongings
from the piles by the curb.
Thank you for your patience,
The New Management

Next to it is another sign, in the same handwriting:

Now accepting applications.
Apply inside.

Occasionally, a window or door will open and Becky or Miho will pitch something out with great enthusiasm. Frequently, these things are red velvet.