Sunday Night

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[In the park, the crowds gone, she oversees the take down of the Festival. NPC Party Removals is efficient, and she has little to really do. Still She's warm in her gown and her cloak, and she munches on a sandwich she threw together from the leftover banquet food. It was a successful party, and she's happy.]




((anyone up?))

Allison Sees Monday Morning

[allison-dubois.livejournal.com]

Allison is in, she seems to be in a good mood too.

The Museum Monday Morning

[immortalamanda.livejournal.com]

Amanda is in her office looking over some papers. She's thinking about hiring some more people.

What it Takes Monday Morning

[sultry-solis.livejournal.com]

Gabby is in her office looking at a shoe catalogue.

The Emporium -- Monday morning

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael yawned as he flipped the sign from "closed" to "open." Ben had had another night of tossing and turning, meaning neither one of them slept well. Not that the run-in with the brothers at the festival had helped matters, but Michael suspected the sleep deprivation would continue until Ben's test results came back. Michael wanted very badly to do something for his husband, but he didn't know what he could do to help.

Rare Books Shop, Monday

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

The sign on the door still reads 'Closed', but Aziraphale has unlocked it, set out tea with Crowley's help, and settled into his armchair near the window. He's looking a little pale and tired, but he'll wave in anyone who stops and looks as though they need something.


((Aziraphale will be available for slow-play all day, then more steadily after 5:00PM EST. Kiki, Marty and Anya: feel free to jump in and actually open up the shop if you're around.))

((ETA: Kiki has now opened the shop. Please post in her thread if you need to make a purchase.))

Red is Open Today!

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

What looked like bags were under Red's eyes but he was in good spirits, despite the paperwork strewn over his counter. The cubs were piled up in a corner on a few pillows they had dragged downstairs and Red opened the shop for business.

((ooc: this time in the right place too!))

Monday: Afternoonish

[jquayle.livejournal.com]

Justin is wandering around town, he still has on his King Richard II jacket but has changed his pants, he fancies the embroidered jacket very much. He's looking for company.

The Perk during his lunch break

[cabal-boone.livejournal.com]

Half a day without coffee was just too darn long. Stalking into the Perkolator and ordering the biggest cup of strong black coffee they had was definitely in order, and Aaron did that. He slid into a seat at a table, flipping through a newspaper someone had discarded.

[ooc: Not getting comment notifies at all, please be patient - will respond when I see them.]

Fly By Night is OPEN

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

Jack hums with the prospect of a customer as he opens up the store today. The TV is still on CBC and showing children's programming. Two very excited people in bright clothes are peeringly through a glass-less mirror and cooing, ". . . and I see Anakin and Loz and Han and Illyana and Methos and Bridge and . . ." but Jack is mainly ignoring it. Even TV got weird here.

[[Fandom High Romper Room would break my brain. Also, I have decided that Fandom gets the CBC. Just 'cause.]]

The Park, By The Lake, Monday Afternoon

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

He probably shouldn't go out, given it's a miserable day, but...well. They've fallen into a quiet pattern of Wilson covering the clinic in the morning and House doesn't want to disrupt that routine. Especially now.

He'd tried keeping quiet in the apartment, but restlessness got the better of him, and he headed out, leg wrapped and bundled and supported by the crutches he'd dug out of the closet last night to go to the Faire with Wilson. He'd dropped back to his regular dose of Vicodin, and feeling had returned, none too pleasantly, to his thigh. He had strained the leg somewhere along the way, and the muscle that remained howled at him if he so much as put his foot flat on the floor.

He went in to town, grabbed a cup of coffee at The Perk, and deflected to the park to simply sit and think. He settled on a bench near the small lake, glad to be away from the four walls of the apartment where he'd nearly destroyed the one good thing he had going for him in his life. You're no better than Stacy. he'd said. And, referring to Angelus, You're one of his kind now.. He hadn't meant either, had been so hurt and so confused he'd lashed out with the only defense he had. Words. And pain.

Words that weighed heavy on him, even now. Made him question things about himself, and how he could be so quick to throw stones at the one person he truly loved.

If Wilson hadn't come back...He closed his eyes, shook his head softly at himself. He didn't want to go there. Didn't want to think about how he would have dealt with that...He redirected his thoughts to just be grateful Wilson had come back. He'd come home, and they made up and shared a round of good natured snark, discussed Thanksgiving plans, and went out to the Faire.

They were both far from healed as individuals, and as a couple. It would take time. But they were on the right path.

House sighed and let his eyes wander to look around the lake.


[OOC: Again, attemoting to socialize Hosue. Feel free to stop by and...well, risk getting snarked at. He really wouldn't mind the company.]

Perkolator, late Monday afternoon

[soldtoarmenians]

{Public place, so pretty much unavoidably for broadcast, though they're not especially trying to be overheard.}


Xander grabs a table near the back for Buffy and himself, stowing his books to one side where it's a little less likely that he some nameless clumsy oaf will knock over a full cup of coffee onto his homework.

"My treat - where what can I grab you?" he asks Buffy.

Monday Specials

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Chalkboard Reads:

We're back to Regular Hours 5-2
We will be open Monday and Tuesday.
Closed Wed, and serving Thanksgiving dinner at the Afficianado Arms on Thursday.
Regular schedule resumes Friday.

We love you, Fandom Town.



Monday Specials:

Lasgana with salad and garlic bread
Vegetable lasagana with salad and garlic bread
Grilled italian sausage and vegetables with salad

Desserts:
Tiramisu
Lemon bars
Zuppe Inglais
Cherry Pie

Caritas--OPEN

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod was once again standing behind the bar, wondering if tonight was going to be more like last Monday, which had been relatively quiet, or like last Wednesday, when they'd been very busy.

He checked the ice, the glasses, the napkins, the snacks, duct taped the bass player's arm back on, and unlocked the doors.

Blood Gulch Arms - Monday 21-11 (NFB)

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex had considered leaving the shop closed. She was out of armour again, would be as long as the wound at the back of her neck was still sensitive. At least Zhaan's herbs were working and her headache was minimal, her chest didn't hurt too much as long as she didn't do anything stupid. The bruises were easily ignored, she was used to them.

So looking a bit - okay, a lot - worse for the wear, Tex opened up the shop. It wasn't like she was expecting a great influx of customers anyway, she could rest on a chair behind her counter as much as she could in bed.

Just in: Peacekeeper weapons
Pulse pistol and Pulse rifle


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

Monday Afternoon/Evening

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

The doctor has come and gone. The I.V. is gone with him and gone with that the good drugs. The pills he's been given instead help some, but aren't nearly as good. The stitches have started itching a little and now that he isn't sleeping 23 hours a day, he's getting restless and discovering just how much he took having a left hand for granted. He's watched t.v. for a while, listened to music for a while and poked at some websites he hasn't had time to keep up on, but now he's bored. P.T. can't start until after the stitches come out of the skin a few days from now, which he's completely okay with because he's been warned that P.T. is gonna hurt like a sonofabitch.

His email is on, hopefully someone will either stop by to visit or send him an email. Given the lack of skill at one handed typing, he can kill a good three hours answering a simple question.

Monday Noonish: Lunch Date

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

She got to Ching Tai early to get a big table. Each and every one who got a voice mail probably thought they were meeting her alone. That was a fine assumption. She couldn't wait to share the good news with her family.

[[Lunch with prof_cregg, ten_and_chips,prof_methos,geoff_chaucer,shane_mcc, brambless, and time_agent]]

Ted 'Theodore' Logan's house - Sunday night

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

It was good to know that whenever the fridge was empty, Ted could run down to the Kwik Stop and get a sugar fix. He did just that, and was returning to his house on Apocalypse Ave when he saw the giraffe. It wasn't a full-sized giraffe. It was a miniature giraffe. How did he know this? Well, it was a long story and involved Descartes, and he really didn't like to think about it all that much.

"Uh.. hey little dudes," Ted said to the students he saw with the giraffe. "Who's your spotted long-necked friend?"

[OOC: Locked to bridge_carson, kawalsky, psycho_barbie, ihatedenmark and fh_anonymous (aka Earl the miniature giraffe) for now!]

Spike's Pub is Open 11/21

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

They gathered around the jukebox and stared.

Love is a burning thing
and it makes a firey ring

Loz wrinkled his nose. "Who is that?"

bound by wild desire
I fell in to a ring of fire...

"What is that?" Kadaj peered into the jukebox but he couldn't tell.

I fell in to a burning ring of fire

On his toes, Yazoo peered over Loz's shoulder. "Think we should unplug it?"

I went down,down,down
and the flames went higher.

Loz shrugged. "If we do, there'll be no music."

And it burns,burns,burns
the ring of fire
the ring of fire.

"But it's on repeat. It won't play anything else." Yazoo said. He left them and went to turn the sign on to indicate the pub was open.

The taste of love is sweet
when hearts like our's meet

"We'll unplug it if anyone complains," Kadaj said.

I fell for you like a child
oh, but the fire went wild..

"Or if they bash it in." Loz snorted and went to take up his place by the bar.

I fell in to a burning ring of fire

Yazoo sighed. It was going to be a long night.

The Perk - Monday, Before sundown

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

Bagoas finds a table and takes a seat. He has his notebook with him and opens up to a blank page, starting to write out a letter to Frank in his usual barely legible handwriting. He appears to be having a difficult time with it. Eventually he just gives up halfway through and just people-watches instead.

((ooc: Open to anyone.))

Fandom Town Police Station, Late Afternoon

[katielockley.livejournal.com]

Kate returns to the station after seeing off Tara and Shane. She'd only been there for an hour or more after 'lunch' before Shane's call, but...

"Never see you out of here so much." Kate glares derisively at Tim.

"I'm here now," she says, and strides swiftly past the front desk to her old office.

"Just meant it looked like it did you good," he mutters as he sits back down.

As always, he's free to assist and direct. Provided you're not an ass, but that's not really official.