The park, after 19:00

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

There's a bit of an odd sight to be seen in the park for anyone who happens to be close by. A huge armoured figure is currently feeding the ducks. Tex is weaponed with a piece of bread instead of her usual rifle and all the ducks are crowding around her. All but one, which is sitting stubbornly in the middle of the pond and is getting various death glares if anyone would actually be able to see behind Tex' visor.

This might mean war.

Black Books, middle of the night, Wednesday evening

[mannybianco.livejournal.com]

Manny can't sleep.

He goes downstairs and picks up the pile of disregarded junk mail and takeaway leaflets from by the door, and starts going through it.

His eye is suddenly caught by a handwritten note scrawled on a printout of a web page.

"Thought you should see this. A friend."

He follows the arrow and reads the circled text. Someone has been writing about Paige. His heart starts to beat a little faster.

He reads further. He starts to whimper.

He goes to the table, fishes in the draw, and pulls out his PDA. Connecting via the wireless network next door, he starts surfing.

His eyes widen.

I'm going to have to get a device with better resolution.

He's still surfing an hour later, finding more and more pictures of Paige, squinting at the tiny screen, when Bernard brushes past him and stumbles out through the door on his way to the all-night liquor store.

He doesn't even notice that the door has been left half-open.

The Emporium -- Thursday 11/10

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael contemplates not opening the store, but decides he needs to. The distraction would be welcome. Last night had been rough. Even though things had gotten a little better at home after the upset at Spike's, things were still tense between Michael and Hunter.

Michael took his usual stool behind the counter; Hunter was in a comfortable chair by the magazine rack and looking kind of surly (you would too, if you had his hangover).

((ooc: will be slow play, at least for a while. RL calls.))

Red is Open Today!

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

An early morning trip to the butcher to stock up on his meat supply out of the way, Red, just a tad late, opened the shop for business.

A few boxes are scattered about the front of the shop as he slowly began to push each one with his head, toward the stock room. Pollux and Castor were 'helpful' if you consider getting underpaw as you try to push a box helpful.

( Wherein Duce and Red get acquainted with the new employee, Aaron Boone (consolidated to conserve space in threads) )

Aziraphale's Rare Books, Thursday mid-morning.

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Kiki's feeling much better today, and she's humming to herself as she unlocks the shop. Jiji's at her heels and she's carrying a brown paper bag of groceries. She flips the sign to "Open," and sets aside her scarf as Jiji prowls about the shop. He follows her into the kitchen where Kiki sets down the bag and starts pulling out items, hoping that Mr. Aziraphale doesn't mind her dirtying a dish or two. She feels she's taking a bit of a liberty as she hasn't asked permission, but she'll wash everything when she's done. She puts on the tea kettle for the customers, and sets to work.


[ooc: Going to try the whole threaded-comment dealy.]

An Email to McKay and Quinn

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

To: rodney.mckay@fandomtown.com, jonas.quinn@fandomtown.com
From: beka.valentine@fandomhigh.com
Encryption: School Standard
Priority: Normal

Subject: Interview for Fix-Its

Rodney, Mr. Quinn:

If you'd like to be in an article in the High Times this week, I'll need to meet with you ASAP to interview you. Also I'll need copies links to any promotional material.

I'll also be interviewing your competition.

If this is agreeable, I'll be available this afternoon. We could meet in Lot 44 by my ship, the Alpha Maru. I'll use her as a test-case for you and your competition.

Let me know if this works for you. Otherwise, perhaps tomorrow.

Regards,

Beka Valentine

Fly By Night, noon-ish

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

Jack considers adding a little sign reading 'Psychiatric Help 5 Cents' to his shack, but decides against it. Instead he posts a small flyer that Ivanova had given him, advertising rooms to rent on the White Star. Which he had thought was a boat, but turns out is a spaceship. Heh. Nice little town, Fandom.

He kicks back with his feet up on the counter with a cup of coffee, a small TV in the corner squawking out a rerun of Wormhole X-Treme, and waits for someone to wander by.

groovy_cat's fashion boutique is open

[in--boots.livejournal.com]

Puss is inside the Fashion Boutique and totally not in the lady's lingerie department, singing something spanish to himself and waiting for customers. (Or, with the clothes in the shop that would rather be 'costume-ers')

The Pond

[crowt-robot.livejournal.com]

Crow, reaping the benefits of working only three days a week, was taking a stroll through the town, trying to get a feel of what kind of morons live here. And if he came across any ladies he'd try to get a feel for them too. Heh heh. The bars weren't open yet so he stopped by the pond to stare at the water. Maybe if he looked contemplative and full of angst a fine lady will come and comfort him.

Thursday Specials

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Chalkboard reads:

Curfew Strictly Enforced at Deb's

Thursday Specials:

Three meat Lasagna, garlic bread, salad.

Spaghetti Marinara, salad

Vegetable lasagna, garlic bread, salad


Desserts:

Apple brown betty
Lemon bars
Apple turnovers
Chocolate cake

Wonka's Sweets Shoppe - OPEN

[luridpinkspikes.livejournal.com]

Tonks was in the shoppe again, with a large flask of potion. The potion was a bit simple; she would only have to add several drops to each bright yellow sweet. The work really should have been done in the lab, she reflected, but it was simple enough. Filling the small pipette, she relaxed, singing under her breath as she worked, "...got nothing to prove..."

Triple Deak Ice Rink - Wednesday Night

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

HOCKEY SQUAD

Charlie was the first to arrive to practice. The gear was still covered in stickers, despite his best efforts to fix it up. Maybe they'd actually get to practicing this week.. and maybe they'd find out who 'spiked' their gear.

Blood Gulch Arms - Thursday (NFB)

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Whatever happened yesterday, the bratty duck with teeth is still stalking Blood Gulch Arms. There is a minute where the duck and Tex look at each other through the door. Then Tex flips the sign and goes back to work.

Just in: Peacekeeper weapons
Pulse pistol and Pulse rifle


((Shop lay out and supplies can be found here. Slow play until evening. RL kicks in.))

On the Beach: Thursday after classes

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Maia stood on the beach playing in the sand. She was eating her gummy bears slowly and running the sand through her fingers idly. It was a nice day out, the waves came in gently. Maia walked out to the waves and held her skirt up a little to keep it from getting wet as she let the sand cover her feet.

House of Illusions, mid-afternoon

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

Gob stepped off the yacht, rode his Segway the twenty feet to the House of Illusions booth, put up a sign that said "OPEN" as well as a note, and then rode back to the yacht. He sat down with binoculars, and began watching the booth for customers and prospective employees. He wanted to make an entrance.

The note on the booth read:

DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC?
Bluth's House of Illusions now hiring:
1) Lovely Assistant
1) Store Monkey, Lovliness Preferred But Not Necessary

Spike's Pub: Open 11/10

[bowcastermaster.livejournal.com]

Chewbacca turns on all the lights, puts on his apron and sets out the snacks. He heats the deepfryer and gets everything ready.

He's pleased Spike is back.

Thursday evening: NPC NetCafe in town, after work.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

(ooc: thread is open to anyone. Just didn't wanna spam the Perk or Deb's)

After work, Duce dragged her laptop to the local addict house, otherwise known as a netcafe. Ordering a caffeinated mug of liquid life, she slid into a booth in the back and flipped open her laptop. Plugging it in, she powered on and sipped her coffee while the machine booted.

She checked her email and grinned. Typing something quickly, she sent it and compulsively hit refresh until she got a bounce notice. Frowning, she typed in something else and smirked when that one went through.

( Text convo with Krycek )

The Park - early Thursday morning

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The park was rather quiet at this time of morning. You wouldn't think that it had carnivorous ducks or had been the site of a zombie attack. The only really odd thing about it was the giant blue phone booth, or TARDIS, sitting there, as if it had always been there.

Ted was up at a ridiculously early hour, although he hadn't actually been to sleep yet. He stood there, in the park, near the big blue police phone thing, with his hands in his pockets. He pulled a full can of Pepsi out of one pocket and popped it open. He took a sip and then pulled a packet of pop rocks out of the other pocket. Ted tore open the packet with his teeth and put the trash back into his pocket. Then he took another sip of Pepsi and then emptied the packet of pop rocks into his mouth. The fizzing and crackling was loud enough to echo through the park and startle some of the ducks. The froth spewed out of his mouth and down his chin.

Then, a much louder crackling could be heard in the park, an electrical crackle. A familiar flash of light blinded Ted for a moment. When his vision returned, there was the Circle K phone booth, resting not far from the TARDIS. Bill and Rufus stepped out.

"Hey dudes!" Ted said, his mouth still full of Pepsi and pop rocks. Bill rushed forward to get in on the Pepsi and pop rock action. These boys men loved to live on the wild side. Rufus simply shook his head. And to think one day these two were going to become the Two Great Ones.

Stranger things had happened, like two independent time travellers using phone booths. The multiverse was a crazy place.

The Fourth Sin - Thursday Night

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Becky sits behind the front desk at The Fourth Sin, going over the books.

If one were to listen carefully, there might be some sounds of shouting and whipcracks upstairs.

The Park - Thursday Evening - [Open]

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Wilson had left the Clinic in Death's capable hands -now there was a statement you didn't often find a doctor making- and he decided to take a little evening walk.

Hands pushed into the pockets of his leather jacket, the oncologist walked along, shuffling his feet through some of the fallen leaves. He had a few things on his mind, not the least of which was the conversation he'd had earlier in the day with a colleague. Someone already calling in one of their favors.

Outside the Kwik Stop: Thursday Evening

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Having realized (finally) there was a curfew, the two stoners are out early tonight. They are passing a flask between them, and Bob has a cigarette. Jay also has a cigarette, though one doubts it's tobacco, since Bob occasionally takes a drag.

They look bored, and open for business. As usual.

[[Come play with me!]]

the perkolater, afternoon-ish

[in--boots.livejournal.com]

Puss and Jiji enter the Perkolator, to have a saucer of milk and a chat about hawt girls about the meaning of life and other philosophical questions.

Phale's Rare Books, Thursday Evening

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

After a busy day of being out and about and getting things done, Aziraphale settles in for a pleasant evening in the shop. He's in the reading lounge, having tea, if anyone requires his assistance.


((Yes, Crowley is in. Try not to break anything during the stampede.))

Chaucer's, Thursday Evening

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Yes, he's been neglecting his business. He realizes this. He's been busy. But...he's open now, if anyone needs a commission or wants to visit.


((Takes place after his chat in the park with Inara.))

On patrol - 10Nov05

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The Fandom Town Police Department sends out the evening patrol. If any students are in town close to the 10pm curfew, they will be able to get a police officer to escort them back to campus if they wish.

Thursday In Town Deliveries

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Delivered to the Amber House, attention Shane McCutcheon (shane_mcc) and Tara McClay brambless).
( For Shane and Tara: )

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

Late Night Thursday

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[He's in his usual spot at the duck pond, tossing livers to his new-found darling, Snookums. It seems the precious has taught himself to roar...time to learn to howl. He smokes, in a cheerful mood.]