Late Monday Night

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

He sits in his usual spot, Snookums on his lap and an empty bowl which once held livers beside him. He smokes and watches the surface of the water as it ripples...reminding him of the gorgon's snakes.

(no subject)

[det-lbriscoe.livejournal.com]

A helicopter lowers itself down into the middle of the park, and two men in fine looking matching trench coats walk out, both looking slightly bronzed.

“Don’t you think matching coats was a bit much, Briscoe?”

Briscoe shrugged. “Hey, can I help that there’s no looking better than me? You’re just jealous that I got all the attention from the cabana girls.”

“The local Cabana girls were fifty. That entire island was a retirement community.”

“Hey kid, whatever you need to tell yourself. We all know Briscoe got the lady skillz.”

Logan rolled his eyes, and started walking away. “Come on Don Juan, vacation’s over.”

((ooc: They’re baaaaack. EDIT: Because of some unexpected RL issues, I can't play the boys right away. But you can expect them in a week or two!))

[Fandom Police Station, Early Morning] Announcement

[fandomtown-pd.livejournal.com]

"New evidence has arrived in the case of Katherine Pryde, and I'm prepared to make a statement at this time. I've recovered a recording of the murder, which has lead me to focus my investigation on Angelus, a student at Fandom High who is now our prime suspect. Angelus appears to have fled the island, so we're consulting with police on the mainland in our search to bring this person to justice. Thank you."

1pm Monday

[c-sandiego.livejournal.com]

After a weekend spent wherever NPCs go when they're not needed possibly the fridge, Shirley is looking forward to business on Monday.

Well, at least she's not dreading it.

She checks the window display and the stack of application forms and, satisfied, flips the sign on the door to open.

((OOC: ETA- I have to go to school, now. Feel free to come in and pick up an application form or talk to NPC!Shirley about travel plans.))

The Emporium is Open -- Tuesday

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael was busy this morning restocking the batteries, since one of the teachers had wiped out his inventory over the weekend. He couldn't really compain, though -- a sale was a sale.

Phale's Bookshop - opening

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Having sent emails to C.J. and Dream, and a voicemail to Zero, Parker was at the door of Phale's bookshop very early, poised to enter the second the owner was there.

The fact that she was going to be here, skipping class to do this anyway, didn't help the fury she felt after hearing Sheriff Lamb's press release on the radio that morning. And her fingers kept reaching for cigarettes that hadn't been there for a month.

The instant Mr. Phale flipped over the OPEN sign, Parker darted within. Bystanders could see her talking urgently to the owner for a few minutes through the window, then disappearing into the stacks in the heart of the store.

<sub>[ooc: Available for play.

Azriphale has a thread set up for talking to him, should you wish to do so.]</sub>

The sign says OPEN: Red's Tattoos

[cabal-boone.livejournal.com]

Aaron arrived just before 9am. He frowned a little at the obviously empty shop, but shrugged and dug out the shiny new key Red had given him before closing the day before. Stepping inside, he brought the lights to life and went to take a look at the appointment book. A hastily scrawled note red, "Aaron + Duce, I'll be at city hall most of the day. Aaron, please call clients to transfer them to you or reschedule - their choice. Thanks. =Red"

Moving the note aside, he began to go down the list of Red's appointments. Depending on what they answered, he either changed them to his schedule or put them on Red's for another date and time. He was wondering where the puppies were when the galloping of 8 giant paws came thundering down the stairs in answer.

"Hi guys," he greeted them. The puppies ran around his ankles, babbling at him in babytalk. He tried to listen, and nodded sagely. Then he distracted them by throwing a ball for them to chase.

Mayor's Office Hours

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

Red was almost foaming at the mouth. Not quite, since foaming was rather undignified and Red did have his dignity. After reading the school newspaper, he just wanted to put his head through the coffee machine. Not his, Lamb's.

What a PR nightmare.

Calming somewhat when Gladys brought him peppermint tea, he set about doing his mayor duties for the day since he was already there.

Tuesday Afternoon at the Perk

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Leaving the Clinic, she wals slowly through town. arriving att he Perk, she looks around for Chip to see if he beat her there.]




((CJ's meeting time_agent only, but feel free to use this for your own Perk patronage!))

Tuesday at the Dive

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Chalkboard reads:

Closed for relapse.

Thanks a bundle, Paige!

[[ooc: Maia smudged Carl's accusation, with Red and Mun's permission]]



in Carl's neat printing.

Flyers go up around town

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

( Harvest Festival and Medieval Faire: Come one, Come all )

Wonka's Sweets Shoppe - OPEN

[luridpinkspikes.livejournal.com]

Wonka's is open, as per the normal. Or...at least, as normal as the eccentric place can get, which means there have been no explosions, or pirates getting blue and gold feathers, when it should have been lime green feathers.

So far today, at any rate.

Tuesday Morning at the Museum

[immortalamanda.livejournal.com]

Amanda opens the museum, she'd thinking about Beka's email from the previous day.

What it Takes Tuesday Morning

[sultry-solis.livejournal.com]

Gabby seems to be in a good mood and has signs up that she is looking for some more models.

Allison Sees Tuesday Morning

[allison-dubois.livejournal.com]

Allison is open and willing to talk to people, though she's also worried about Maia and looking very drained from yesterday.

Spike's Pub: Open 11/15

[bowcastermaster.livejournal.com]

Chewbacca lets himself in, ties on the green apron and unlocks the door. Bored, he plays Dave Carter's "Tanglewood Tree" on the juke.

Caritas - [Early Evening]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

Lorne seems to have a sad smile on his face as he opens the doors to Caritas. The place is bustling with activity, yet the smile doesn't reach his big red eyes.

After his opening number, Lorne takes refuge behind the bar serving drinks.

((OOC: The Host is now in! Come on in and sing a tune!))

Azriphale's bookshop: near sunset [NFB - open to Phale, Crowley, Angela, Marty

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Eight hours later, and Parker's eyes were starting to cross. For every book that they'd found with Romanian in it, or Kalderash on the cover, there had been none with the spell.

"It's got to be here. Somewhere. Somehow...."

One last time, Parker went over the shelves, knowing that Marty had said it was there.

You could come back tomorrow, whispered her own exhaustion. What's the rush? He's gone. You can't stop him from doing anything this minute. One more night won't matter....

It might. To another Kitty. To someone else. Shut up. Where's the damn book? Parker tapped her fingers across the shelves, A to B, B to C, C to D....

A dark bound book, just like all the others. Small. Without enthusiasm, she pulled it out to check it. The title was in a language she didn't know; a small, inked note was included with it:

Being an inventorie of various spells, among the Gypsies known as Kalderash, Lakaush, and Dembeschti.

Oh. Oh, please....

The Fourth Sin--OPEN

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod was sitting at the desk, waiting for the evening's clientele to walk through the doors. He had heard the radio report about the student's death and had spent most of the day surfing the internet for information about the sheriff, the victim, and the alleged offender.

His expression became more grim as he obtained more information. This was a situation he planned to keep an eye on. Still, it never hurt to be prepared.

"Hello, Uniforms R Us? Yes, I'd like to order one..."

Meanwhile, he could hear the sounds above his head of his fellow employees getting ready to go to work.

On patrol - 15Nov05

[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.

NPC NetCafe - after her walk through evening.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

After her walk in the woods and subsequent meeting with the Uberblondes, Duce wandered back to the Manor and grabbed her laptop and knapsack. She figured the JA meeting would be cancelled, or worse, that it'd be a lot of people sitting around pissing and moaning about poor misunderstood Angelus. Duce wasn't in the mood to hear it. It did add a whole 'nother level to the creepy factor of Marty's visit yesterday.

Heading into town, she thought of places to go and decided upon her new secret hideout. She hadn't seen any other students in there, which suited her just fine. Ordering herself a large hazelnut mocha, she took a seat in the booth farthest from the door, facing it.

She frowned to herself and began sending out a few text messages.

(ooc: open to rp. However, if you're specifically looking for Duce, you'd have to know she hangs out here or have some other means of finding her.)

At the Hotel

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Sitting behnd the desk, he reads a fascinating article about the migratory patterns of whales.]

((specifically for master_of_fear, but anyone else too if you're cool with SP))

In the park, outside the Perk - Tuesday morning

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara sits in the park, opposite the Perk.

It's not that she's trying to work up the courage to go in.

Just because last time she was in there she spilled near-boiling hot chocolate all over the floor and tried to mop it up with the skirt she was still wearing and freaked out at the server and went batshit insane a little crazy is no reason to be embarrassed.

She's going to go in. She's just...

Yeah, okay. She doesn't have an excuse.

[ooc: But she's in a very good mood, and would love to talk to someone.]

[Aficionado Arms Hotel, Jonathan's Room - NFB]

[demonbelthazor]

[Locked to Belthazor, Beka, Faith, Draco, Jonathan Crane, Lindsey McDonald]

Belthazor shimmered with Beka into the hotel room and waited for the others to arrive for the meeting. He almost unconsciously put a plate of brownies in the middle of the bed.