The Park, Near the Duck Pond, Sunday Night

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Crowley is busy up at his hotel, and Aziraphale is feeling bored. He decides to clear his head with a little time in the park, enjoying the quiet cold night air. It wouldn't be unwelcome to him for someone to stop and chat.


((Posted for brambless, but other interaction or use of the thread is welcome.))

Getting Coffee: (if not the Perk then a Starbucks or something that is open at 6.00a.m.)

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia stopped in to get some hot chocolate, she enjoyed the cold air walking to the coffee shop in November. She looked at all the leaves changing colors and just felt at peace with everything. It had been a long time since she felt this good about almost everything.

The Museum Monday Morning

[immortalamanda.livejournal.com]

Amanda is in her office bright and early, and the museum is open. She's working on ideas to get more recognition.

Allison Sees Monday Morning

[allison-dubois.livejournal.com]

Allison flips the sign to open and makes herself some coffee. She wonders if she'll have any visitors today.

What it Takes Monday Morning

[sultry-solis.livejournal.com]

Gabby is on the phone with various lawyers, trying to help Carlos.

Jack's Roses Monday Morning

[forlornslayer.livejournal.com]

Since Buffy didn't have classes this morning, she showed up to open the shop.

She flipped the sign to "OPEN" and settled in behind the counter to tally up receipts and orders.

The Emporium is open -- Monday

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael opened up the shop and took a broom outside to sweep the sidewalk. There must have been at least a little wind the night before, and fallen leaves littered the ground outside the store. At some point he'd have to stop by the bank and try to exchange the odd coins the invisible person had given him as payment.

Phale's Bookshop

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty unlocks the door to Phale's bookshop after his morning classes and gets to work organizing a shipment of old books that had just come in.

Red's is Open for Business

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

The sign said Open.

Red sat behind the counter, perched in his usual way on his stool and reading his current US News and World Report magazine. The cubs played along the floor, delighting in a game of 'scoot and slide', occasionally sliding to a stop against a counter with a rather large 'thud'.

The Perk - Monday - 9:30am...

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Shane sits at a table outside, her feet drawn up into the seat. She's dressed in a black wifebeater, jeans with no holes (she's got class later, after all), her hoodie and her sneakers. Her glasses are perched on her nose and her hair has gone from chin-length to almost a boyish short-cropped style.

Her journal lays open on the table in front of her [though her handwriting is too small for anyone to make out what she's writing about] and she leans over it, writing rather determinedly. Her usual cup of Black Death sits near to her hand, as well as her cigarettes, and her expression is pensive.


[ooc: Come play with me!]

Office Hours, 11/14

[b-chenowith.livejournal.com]

Brenda is in her office, working on some research and prepared for any clients.

A new Ray-Dee-Oh for the Bank

[salmoneus.livejournal.com]

At the bank, Salmoneus has just plugged in the ray-dy-o he bought at the Emporium. He looks at it grimly, then turns the button on like Michael showed him.

The most awful noise he's ever heard blasts from the thing, and he clasps one hand over one ear while trying to the find the knob that would turn the sound down. As he finds it, the noise lessens, but he still can't believe what he's hearing. It sounds like someone burping in the background as someone else talks in rhymes. With a shake of his head he pushes the button to find something else. Another noise, high pitched, whining, and repetitive, leaks out of the machine, and he again twists the knob to find something that doesn't sound like a banshee screeching.

One more twist and he comes across a raspy voice speaking across the end of a song....

"... that were Behind These Hazel Eyes by Kelly Clarkson, who be the only American Idol t'be worth a damn. The less said about Fantasia, the better, methinks." Barbossa chuckled into the microphone before continuing. "But Kelly? She be hot, she be obscenely rich, she be dyin' her hair an unnatural color. And speakin' of unnatural color, here be a song from Boy George..."

The song that came out of the radio was bouncy, and it got Salmoneus' foot to tapping, so he left it. He found himself enjoying the strange music, and even attempted to sing along, though he didn't know the lyrics, much less understand the song.

"A-come-a-come-a-come-a-come-a-come-a to me, Leone.... you come and go.... you come and go.... a-oh-oh..."


[ooc:Use of Pirate radio with permission, courtesy of Barbossa. If you come in, you'll find the radio on, and Salmoneus bopping his head to the music.]

Monday Specials

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Chalkboard in front of Deb's reads:

Curfew strictly enforced

Mnday Special:

Salisbury Steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, carrots, green beans

Hot tofurkey sandwich with mashed potatoes and gravy, carrots, green beans

Steamed vegetable medley with sliced roast chicken


Desserts:
Lemon bars
Chocolate cake
Cherry pie
Chess pie

Deb is sitting behind the register looking peaky. Townia, the NPC waitress will be handling your orders until Shane shows.

Wonka's Sweets Shoppe - OPEN

[luridpinkspikes.livejournal.com]

Wonka's is open, as usual.

Luke's Diner, Monday Night

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

Lily arrives just before 5:30, ready for her dinner with Beka. She picks a booth by the window and gazes out the window, thinking of nothing in particular.



[ooc: Open for anyone who wants to stop in at Luke's.]

Monday, Afficionado Arms

[bas-of-snark.livejournal.com]

Sebastian is in a very good mood today when opening up the hotel. He stays behind the front desk with his laptop, firing off a few emails that he owes people.

CARITAS--OPEN

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod unlocked the door for the patrons, giving Caritas a final once-over as he did so. It looked ready. The band seemed to be in the same number of pieces as they were the last time he saw them. He hoped he was dressed appropriately--the movie had been a little iffy on that part. Besides, on his currently limited budget, the black jeans and untucked black, collared, button-front shirt would have to do.

During his downtime, he practiced twirling liquor bottles and bar glasses a la Cocktail.

[ooc: OCD threads posted.]

In the Park: By the Fountain

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia sat on the bench, her favorite bench in the park watching the fountain and tossing bread crumbs at the ducks. She was happy, she was at total peace. Paige had gone to talk to Geoff and she said she would wait in the park for her.

Chaucer's, Monday

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

The door is open, the sign is out, and Geoff is sitting at his worktable making phone calls and trying to decipher the writing on a stack of stained parchments.


[OOC: There are several people he really needs to talk to. You know who you are, if you'd like to stop in. He'll be available until 6:00pm EST and after 8:00-ish.]

Spike's Pub is Open 11/14

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

Another night, another night at the Pub. The brothers prepped the bar, stocked and ready for opening.

The light flickered on and they opened the door.

On patrol - 14Nov05

[fandomtown-pd.livejournal.com]

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.

As curfew draws near, the officers on patrol all receive a call. They begin looking at every person they pass with extra scrutiny. Any time they walk by an open business, an officer checks quickly inside as if looking for someone specific.

House of Illusions, Late Afternoon

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

The "Open" sign was up in the booth, but Gob wasn't there. He was on the small stage that had been constructed behind the booth, practicing some tricks for Friday's show at Caritas. He had all of the necessary objects out; linking rings, cards, a rabbit, a knife, and perhaps a glimpse of The Aztec Tomb could be seen.

He was ready to go all out.

If any customers or potential Shop Monkeys stopped by, he might pay them enough attention to sell them something.

Blood Gulch Arms, Monday (NFB)

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex opens shop. The duck is nowhere to be seen.

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.))

The Park, Monday Evening, by the lake

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

He should have gone to the clinic. Yes, he should have. If for no other reason tha to check on Jack.

Instead, he found himself in the park. The evening air was chilly, which stung his leg, and exaggerated the discomfort of every step.

He knew he should head back to campus before it got too late, especially with the curfew on the town, but he'd arranged to meet up with Wilson after an evening in own.

He sat on a bench by the lake, tugged a red lolly out of his pocket and stuck it in his mouth. He stretched his legs out, sighed, and watched the sun sink lower in the evening sky.


[OOC: Attempting to socialise House a bit more, outside of the clinic. Feel free to notice/talk to him. He may be grumpy at first, but he generally warms up to most people]

The Perkolator, Monday evening

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Ben and Michael decide to relax at the Perk after dinner. While they love their son, they're kind of glad for it to just be the two of them again. Right now they're discussing Ben's book, and the comic book that Michael is trying to brainstorm.

((ooc: open to anyone who wants to spend the evening in the Perk; whether or not you interact with Michael and/or Ben is up to you.))

The Beach, Galactica Point, about 8:30

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

The moon is nearly full. It gleams on the ocean in a way that would make Han homesick, if he weren't a city-boy born and bred. They walk the sand above the tide-line, just taking time together.



[[ooc: the boys are open to disruption]]

The Fourth Sin - Monday Night

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky sits behind the desk, working on the drawing from yesterday.

She now has a box of colored pencils with her, in addition to the black pen she had been using.

Fly By Night is open a bit later than usual today

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Right after school, Ivanova jogs down to the rickety little dock and warehouse and her shoulders sag as she sees the place closed up and the biplane gone.

"He could have at least left me an uplink saying he was going out for the day," she muttered, groping around on top of the doorframe for a moment, tripping a small lever that set off a complex system of strings and marbles and a few dominoes, and a moment later a key fell from the sky. She unlocked the door, pulled down the shutters, poked at the coffeemaker until it turned on, then relaxed back into the comfy chair and spread her homework out on the desk, wondering if anyone would wander by today.