Hockey Squad Practice - Triple Deak Ice Rink (Wednesday NIGHT)

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Posted early to let everyone play.. and because I don't know if I'll be around 'tonight' FH-time to get it out.]

Kawalsky was the first to arrive, as usual. He checked in with Coach Bombay, opened up the equipment room, changed into a training jersey and skates and headed out onto the ice. They were going to start looking at positions now that people were starting to get the hang of skating.

Fandomtown Park [Tuesday afternoon]

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

Inara walked through the park, feeling slightly restless but unsure of what to do. She had a client later this evening, but otherwise nothing much to occupy herself during the day.

[ooc: Can be used for general park interaction. Townies, students, undead welcome to chat with. 'Nara knows basic psych if any of the students want to contact her and talk/vent about the investigation.]

The Emporium -- Wednesday

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael frowned. It was raining off and on. In a town where most people walked places, that could really put a damper on business. He sat down and started making lists -- what he needed to do this week, what he needed to get done before they left for Pittsburgh for Thanksgiving. He also started sorting receipts from the store and printing out the bookkeeping from the computer, to help Ted get a jump on the accounting that was going to need to be done for tax time. His old friend was really good to them, doing accounting work for both this business and Hunter's while working a full-time job.

Opening the bank

[salmoneus.livejournal.com]

Salmoneus has turned the sign on the bank and opened the door, but the lights remain off.

Lights are killer when you have a hangover.

The music is on, but very softly, and a very grumpy banker sits behind the desk nursing a glass of water and a piece of bread.

He doesn't even want to think about what happened last night... or what might have happened.

[ooc: I'm on slow play till tonight, but I'm around. Come say hi.]

Red's - Open for Business

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

Red trotted around his shop, fussing with things in an obsessive need to feel back at home in his space. After spending all day cooped up in the office, he was feeling the freedom his shop afforded him. Touch touch touch...all things that had him and his scented all over it.

Once he was feeling a bit more at ease, he leapt up onto his stool and started to pull together receipts to send off to his accountant.

The Museum Wednesday Morning

[immortalamanda.livejournal.com]

Amanda is in her office, on her brand new laptop looking at flower arrangements looking for a few new exhibits.

What it Takes Wednesday Morning

[sultry-solis.livejournal.com]

Gabby is in her office on the phone with some model friends, jotting down new ideas for baby names ways to get in more potential models.

Wolfram and Hart, Wednesday.

[lilah-esq.livejournal.com]

The door is unlocked, the office is open. The soft sounds of country music and swearing can be heard from within.


[ooc: Lilah's annoyed, but at work.]]

The Dive, Wednesday

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Chalkboard reads:

 

Closed until Saturday

Dr's orders

 

 

 

 

 

 

[[ooc: Player needs more life-time and less FH-time. Han will be less available, and Deb is just going to close until this resolves itself. Am preparing house for holidays and to take in child kicked out for being gay. Too busy being Deb to play Deb.]]

Phale's Bookstore

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty unlocks the door to Phale's book shop and starts working on cleaning up the mess that Parker had left during her "research" from last night.

He makes a note to leave a mess in the library the next time she works a shift.

((Open to All))

NPC NetCafe

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

After classes, Duce trundled herself off to the NetCafe, armed with her laptop, her iPod, her palm pilot, and a portable printer.

Grabbing a large hazelnut caramel frothy coffee thing, she slid into an empty booth in the back. She cranked up the laptop and began typing what sounded like web addresses. taptaptaptap..tappity tap tap tap tap taptaptaptap. Every so often, she'd frown at the screen and spin the wheel of her optical mouse, scrolling down the page.

She was waiting for Scooter to call her. If he got the voicemail from earlier. She was otherwise avoiding emo.

Fandom Town Police Station

[katielockley.livejournal.com]

Time sits behind the front desk, tapping his fingers nervously on the old wood. He's done everything he has to twice over, so all he can do is wait. For questions, reports, any need for assistance, and by God he hopes they come soon.

The arrangement of the station has shifted. Certain officers had decided to be at the forefront of the station, for God knows what reason. It doesn't matter, there were empty desks, but it sure as hell doesn't help Tim's anxiety. Especially the blond detective with a grip on her pen that was going to snap it in half. What the hell is up with her?

Same thing that's up with me, I guess, he thinks grimly, then goes back to staring at the door.

Snap.

"Dammit, I need another pen."

Wednesday Afternoon, Center of Town

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod stood outside, in the middle of the street, arms spread wide. The wind blew through his hair and the rain poured down on and around him.

On his face was a look of ecstasy. He hadn't felt the rain on his skin in fourteen years.

[ooc: Come, splash in puddles!]

Fly By Night is OPEN

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

The small biplane taxiied to a halt and the engine cut off. Jack jumped out, causing the dock to bounce and splash, a large case of something that clinked under either arm, and strolled over to his little business. In short order it was all opened up and the little TV was set to the CBC and 'Sword of Damocles'.

.The Park [Afternoon].

[jquayle.livejournal.com]

Justin is sitting on a park bench, he doesn't look so distraught as he was a few days ago but his face is pale and his eyes tired.

The Perkolator - Early afternoon (before 4PM)

[mycanonhatesme]

Chloe heads into the Perkolator, still wearing Krycek's fez, and holds the door open for him after she gets inside. "Looks like we're in for a fun storm. I feel kind of sorry for the Safe Walkers working tonight." She leads them up to the counter, and gives Krycek a glance. "What are you going to have?"

The Beach

[jquayle.livejournal.com]

Maia and Justin walk the shoreline, the beach seems to be deserted today and that's very good since he didn't want any interruptions. She's huddled close to him and the crashing of the waves make it even hard for him to hear what she's saying in that hushed voice of hers.

Luke's, Wednesday

[sooo_cute]

After classes, Quinn stops in to start her shift at Luke's. Because handing food to people isn't that hard.

Spike's Pub - Open 11/16

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

Loz scowled at the door. He didn't like working the bar. Not that he minded doing things behind it, but he knew he wasn't bartender material. Yazoo was the best at that and right now he was off, in a foul mood.

Since it would just be him and Kadaj, as he flipped the sign to OPEN, he hoped it would be a slow night.

Caritas--OPEN (11/16)

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Dried off after his adventures this afternoon and posting in the right place this time, Jarod prepared for the night ahead. Glasses were sparkling, cherries were plentiful, and dishrags were clean.

On patrol - 16Nov05

[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.

House of Illusions, late afternoon

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

With a show at Caritas on Friday, the Bluth booth was closed. Gob was on the small stage, practicing his act, and waiting for iwasawesome to show up.

If anyone wanted to check out what was in the booth, they could go to hell as far as Gob was concerned. He had to concentrate.

[OOC: Thread is primarily for iwasawesome (jump in at your leisure, BTW) so we can coordinate for Friday. However, if anyone would like to heckle, feel free to jump in. And, yes, I realize that it's a mistake to encourage a peanut gallery. Just mark it down as a terrible mistake.]

The Park, around 8pm Tuesday Night

[c-sandiego.livejournal.com]

Carmen is strolling through the park, mentally composing a list entitled "Things I Haven't Stolen Yet".

It's rather short.

She'd welcome interaction with anyone who doesn't have a grating voice isn't Shirley.

Office Hours, 11/16-11/17

[b-chenowith.livejournal.com]

Brenda is wrapped up in some work (or possibly writing another thinly-veiled autobiographical novel) and barely leaves her office between Wednesday afternoon and Thursday night.

Clients would be a nice distraction.

Blood Gulch Arms - Wednesday (NFB)

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex opens the shop. She took a day off yesterday, having a new toy to try out on a mission far away from Fandom. The moment she flips the sign, the duck lands outside the door.


((Shop lay out and supplies can be found here.))

Wednesday In Town Deliveries

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

Delivered to the Clinic, attention Dr. James Wilson (tooniceuglyties).
( For Wilson: )

Delivered to the Tardis (Fandom Town Park), attention CJ Cregg (prof_cregg).
( For CJ: )

Delivered to Efferton Manor, attention Medusa St.Clair (medusae_x).
( For Medusa: )

Delivered to Efferton Manor, attention Medusa St.Clair (medusae_x).
( For Medusa: )

Delivered to The Fourth Sin, attention Becky (_oh_sugar_).
( For Becky: )

[OOC: Apologies for the late deliveries. Mun has been ill.]

Triple Deak Ice Rink & Sporting Goods - Wednesday Morning

[bombay-quack.livejournal.com]

Gordon Bombay peered up at the sky as he opened the door to the ice rink. The clouds blocked the sun and the thunder rumbled every so often. He pulled his jacket tighter around him. It wasn't too cold, nothing compared to Minnesota winters, but storms never signalled good times ahead. "Great," he muttered and headed out to buy some coffee. Fulton remained behind and started setting up for the day.

[OOC: Feel free to come and skate. Fulton is free to be NPCed and serve you. He doesn't talk much. The mun is going sleepy-byes.]