Late Wednesday Night

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Ten didn’t come home. He’d called, which was considerate, but it didn’t help that Chip was asleep and she was bored and alone, and Ten's credit card was maxxed out now, and there was no way she was buying things off infomercials with her own money. Dressing warmly, she made herself a thermos of hot spiced cider and took the leftover bread to the pond to feed the ducks…who always seemed hungry.]

Travel Agency- 1pm, Wednesday

[c-sandiego.livejournal.com]

If Shirley was capable of expressing emotions, she'd be annoyed. She might even proclaim a hate of rain.

However, since she's just an NPC, she's looking and acting just as annoying as she always is happy. Because, at Where in the World? Travel Agency, it's all about the customer.

The sign on the door says 'open', the window is as good looking as ever, and there's just as many applications forms as there were yesterday.

The Emporium is Open -- Thursday

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael had come downstairs to find one freezer case full of thawing food. Grumbling, he had tossed the bad stock into the dumpster out back, and now he was waiting for the NPC repair man to show up.

In the Park: Thursday after classes.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce has completely monopolized one of the park benches. She's got her sketch pad out and an entire plastic toolbox full of drawing implements, and is apparently trying to get a good sketch of squrrels at play. A large insulated mug is to her right, and the steam that escapes the lid is tinged with the smell of white chocolate raspberry mocha.

Her face is set in concentration, and it looks like she's been drawing for awhile. There are dozens of people milling about the park. Couples walking, a little old lady on another bench feeding the birds, a little old man with a walker slowly making his way through the leaves. Every so often, a pair of uniformed police officers will stroll through, obviously on walking patrol. Off to one side, it looks like a group of college students are setting up equipment to film something. A black camcorder and a few battered boom mics lay in a heap near them.

(ooc: Open to RP for anyone who wants to play with Duce or use the park. Please note: There are dozens of people in the park today so unless you surround yourself with a cone of silence, the NFB tag is completely disallowed in this post and threads.)

Thursday at the bank

[salmoneus.livejournal.com]

Salmoneus has kept the door closed today, but that's mainly because of the cold than anything else. The radio (he'd finally learned how to spell it properly from reading everything on the box) was on, a little louder than yesterday.

He's currently at his desk, in a chipper mood, humming to the music and working on a list:

Project
Things to do:
More info on American Idol -- bookshop?
Talk to Red
Talk to Lorne
Someone at the school?

"I should go up to the school sometime anyway. Maybe I can do something with the business classes." He hums again, then sings, "... that Earl had to die, bom bom ba-bom, bom, bom.... Good-byyyye, Earl...."

[ooc: song courtesy of my partner's mp3 player. Slow play, but feel free to come on in]

Red is Open for Business

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

Red was in his shop, busy around a few small boxes on his counter. Many unusual pieces of antique jewelry are scattered about as he worked on rearranging his displays.

At least it's not raining.

The Perk--Morning (After 11 am)

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam walked up to the counter, bought a pound of the finest Kona whole bean coffee, a pound of whole bean Sumatran coffee, a steamed cider with chai, and a pound of ground seasonal blend coffee.

Loaded down with purchases, she headed towards the infirmary.

[ooc: Feel free to use for your own Perk posts]

The Museum Thursday Morning

[immortalamanda.livejournal.com]

The museum is open and Amanda is in.

What it Takes Thursday Morning

[sultry-solis.livejournal.com]

Gabby is in her office, she's embarrassed that she fell asleep yesterday. She hopes if anyone stopped by that they come back.

Aziraphale's Rare Books: Thursday Forenoon

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Late in the morning, Kiki lands outside the bookstore and unlocks the door. She's mostly over her cold, just has a lingering sniffle.

She walks in and inhales as deeply as her stuffed nose allows her to, savoring the old comfortable scent of the leather, tea, and old ink. Propping her broom in the corner as usual and hanging her burgundy scarf over it, she flips the sign to "Open." She ducks briefly into the kitchen to put the water on for tea, then goes to the counter and flips open the heavy ledger book to a fresh page for the day.

When the kettle begins to whistle, she sets out the tea things in the lounge, and pours a cup for herself.

Beach:After classes

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia sat on the beach, it was too cold to take her shoes off and wade, she pulled her jacket tighter around her, the cold felt good. The wind stinging her cheeks, the gray bleak ocean in front of her. Maia's hand abscently played in the sand. She was watching something in her mind, she noticed nothing around her but what only she could see.



((Anyone can come play, this is not a locked post))

Spike's Pub is Open 11/17

[bowcastermaster.livejournal.com]

Chewbacca unlocks the door, swearing in wookan trade talk at the fiddly little key. He's tempted to offer to rig Spike a proper palm-print lock.

He sets everything up, ties on his apron and gets ready for the evening. He turns on the jukebox, and "Life in a Northern Town" starts up.

He's really hoping for a quiet evening











[[ooc: player is AFK most of the evening, NPC Chewie as necessary to get your drinks.]]

Caritas: Thursday Night

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue is wiping down the bar, ready for her first shift. Her gloves are back, but she's still in a ridiculously good mood, considering all that's been happening lately.

She's ready to serve you drinks and make fun of the karaoke. Come on in!

On patrol - 17Nov05

[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.

The Fourth Sin - Thursday Night

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky's curled up behind the desk, working on a new drawing with her feet kicked up on the desk.

Echolls Residence - 8:30ish FHT (NFB)

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica knocks on Logan’s door. She was nervous walking through town on her own and kept one hand on her cell phone and the other wrapped around her mace the whole way. She didn’t know if mace would actually do any good against a vampire or a demon, but it gave her a false sense of security.

She hopes that Logan will believe the recording when he listens to it.

Blood Gulch Arms - Thursday (NFB)

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex opens the shop. She frowns as there is no duck outside. Maybe it finally gave up.

Just in: Peacekeeper weapons
Pulse pistol and Pulse rifle


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

High Strung, Thursday afternoon/evening [OPEN]

[ludwigsayswhat.livejournal.com]

Grumbling and raking a hand through his already-disheveled hair, Beethoven stalks to the front of the shop and flips the sign in the window. He's had a week of particularly frustrating lessons from some tone-deaf NPC townies.

[OOC: Been neglecting poor Ludwig. Come visit him?]

Thursday evening: NPC NetCafe

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Jonathan had called her, taking her up on her offer of a trip to the bookstore. He'd offered to meet her somewhere first, so they could discuss their mutual taste in books. She was quite curious about him, after hearing all the lovely things Crowley had said about him.

Heading to the NetCafe, she arrived first and grabbed a frothy froofroo coffee, claiming a booth at the far back, which was currently surrounded by empty booths. There was a group of kids playing some sort of MMORPG at a table in the front of the Cafe, and making quite a bit of noise.

Taking the side of the booth facing the door, Duce waited for Jonathan to arrive.

(ooc: The Cafe is not locked. Nor is this conversation. However, if you walk into it? Consider yourself warned that Duce is not a nice person and she will not be happy, so on your head be it. Feel free to start a new thread and have your own conversations in this place, though.)

Fandom Town Police Station

[katielockley.livejournal.com]

Were one to walk into the police station, he or she would find the atmosphere quite tense, a thin string thrumming with focused energy. It would be a natural progression for it to snap.

Tim sits in his usual place behind the front desk, occupied with the phone. His voice is as polite as he can manage, but his phrases are short. If anyone comes in, they'll have to wait for him to finish the call.

Or become fed up and slam the phone down. It's been known to happen.

One can only hope it won't cause a chain reaction.