Tuesday Night

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Having finally convinced the angel to come inside and go lay down, he puts on a topcoat and goes out front to smoke, watching all the tasty morsels walking around, pleased with the lifted curfew and the coming holiday. He even nods politely at some of them. But none of them are as interesting as his dear boy. Reaching in his pocket, he pulls out his slim black phone, flips it open, and speaks.]

My beautiful little bird...come to me.

The Emporium -- Wednesday

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael flips the sign from "closed" to "open" and goes back to the counter, where he's making lists for what they'll need to bring on their trip. Ben can be seen occasionally coming down to check the lists or talk to Michael.


The sign in the window reads:

"The Emporium will be closed over Thanksgiving weekend, Thursday through Sunday. Sorry for the inconvenience."

Aziraphale's Rare Books, Wednesday Morning

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Bright Wednesday morning, Kiki unlocks the shop and flips the sign to open. With the upcoming holiday, she's not expecting many customers, but she's got some work to do.

First, she sets up the tea tray and puts out freshly-baked scones, then sets aside two (one blueberry, one cranberry-walnut) on a plate. She picks up the teacups, frowning at one that is cracked down the side. This one she sets on the counter, intending to mention it to Mr. Crowley, and pours some tea into a sound cup. She carries the plate and cup upstairs and taps on Mr. Aziraphale's door. She's not sure if he's here or not.

When she's done upstairs, Kiki returns to the shop and is very intently reading an old and worn spellbook.

Allison Sees Wednesday Morning and Announcement

[allison-dubois.livejournal.com]

Allison is in, and she's in a very good mood. She's decorated her home and it looks very festive. She's posted a sign on her door and around town.

( Thanksgiving )

On the Rocks: Wednesday Morning

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana made her way down to the shore and climbed up onto one of the larger rocks to watch the waves and the light glinting off the water. She'd been kind of avoiding the rocks for a while after the whole fiasco with Justin and Lex.

But she'd decided it was ridiculous to avoid doing something she loved, something that made her feel happy and peaceful inside, so here she was. She was smart, though. She'd dressed warmly and brought a blanket and a thermos full of hot chocolate and the gloves with the little nubblies on them so she could read her book *and* keep her hands warm at the same time.

No classes till Monday. She sighed happily. She felt a little bad about not going back to Smallville for Thanksgiving, but since doing so would mean dealing with Lex, she thought she'd be better off here.

She sat back and enjoyed the clean air and the cool sunlight for a while, then took out her book and started reading.

[Open to any interaction]

Wednesday Morning at the Museum

[immortalamanda.livejournal.com]

Amanda is in her office, hoping for some visitors.

Daniel Jackson's Apartment--Wednesday

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam adjusted the lock picks in her hands, then glanced casually around to make sure she wasn't being watched. Once she was satisfied, she went to work on the door. After a few initial fumbles and almost a full minute and a half, there was a *snick* and the door swung open.

"Out of practice," she muttered.


[ooc: Thanksgiving Prep post. Locked to janet_fraiser, 2ls_in_oneill, whitedeathpod, can_be_more, kawalsky, psycho_barbie, cameronmitchell, aka_vala, yaymckay, kelowna_j, wraithbaitjohn, manofthemullet, and notsouledyet Who the heck made up this guest list?]

Wolfram and Hart--Wednesday

[lilah-esq.livejournal.com]

Lilah glared at the radio. Today was Christmas carols. "Feliz Navidad," "Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer," and "White Christmas." In the same order. On repeat.

"This was not in the contract."

She thought briefly of calling the W&H complaints department, but there was no chance she'd get anything other than a recording on the day before Thanksgiving. Maybe she'd go buy a sledgehammer.

Wonka's Sweets Shoppe - OPEN

[luridpinkspikes.livejournal.com]

The shoppe was open, as normal as things could get...which meant that there was small, unobtrusive pink bubbles floating by the ceiling.

The Park--Wednesday

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod sat on the bench, alternately feeding Pez to the ducks, then to himself from a Tazmanian Devil pez dispenser. He kept hoping to see the dangerous ones that Ivanova had told him about, but no such luck so far.

The edge of the Park - Wednesday afternoon

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

After he'd finished up in the Clinic for a bit, Wilson decided he needed to get a wriggle on and head down into town to get the supplies he and House would need for making their Thanksgiving dinner.

Swinging by the NPC Grocery store, the oncologist had gotten most everything they needed and had arranged for the groceries to be delivered up to the apartment, which would save him having to lug a big box of groceries through town. He and House really were going to have to discuss getting a Mini Cooper.

After the grocery store, he swung by a bakery to get the pumpkin pie his lover had specifically asked for and then a swing into a liqour store yielded a couple of bottles of wine. One for cooking, one for drinking. Bags in his hands, the younger doctor was now walking back through town, heading for home.

[ooc: Open if anyone wants to catch up with him before mun availability becomes sporadic until Sunday. Slowtime is love until this evening.]

WIth a mighty rush of the engines...

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

A long low whine starting somewhere north of the park seeps through the chilly November afternoon air of Fandom Town.

It looks like the trip to Deneb is starting early.

The Millennium Falcon lifts slowly, gracefully and does a low, slow fly-by of Fandom Town before rising and skimming off north and west to vanish in the clouds.




[[ooc: bowcastermaster, 12parseckessel and persian_eunuch will be back Sunday Night after many adventures, which are currently being written. Anyone who wants to wave as they do the fly-by, feel free]]

The Dive

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Chalkboard reads:

Baking at the Hotel.
Come on up tomorrow for a big turkey dinner with all the trimmings.

We re-open Friday.

Spike's Pub: Open (by Spike for once...)

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

"Right! First things bloody well first!"

Spike rips open the juke box and pulls out every soddin' country music selection and replaces them with only the best punk rock a vampire could steal.

As the sounds of Johnny Rotten fill the pub. Spike opens the doors with a sneer on his face.

"Now that's music!"

[OOC: Yes. Notifications suck. You want Spike to respond? Send me an e-mail.]

Afficionado Arms - Midday Wednesday

[bas-of-snark.livejournal.com]

Bas makes a run through to make sure the kitchen is good shape before leading Deb in and introducing her to the kitchen staff.

"We are all at your disposal. I'll even make a last minute run to the mainland if there's something you need that we don't have."

Caritas

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

Caritas is open for business

The Host is in!

Blood Gulch Arms - Wednesday (NFB)

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex had seen the notifications across town about people closing to Thanksgiving and wondered if she should do the same. The last Thanksgiving she had celebrated was long before the shit hit the fan and then mainly to shut Church up. Church was a ghost now, quite literally.

She fingered the holster holding her gunblade and sat back in her chair. If no one showed up soon, maybe she should just go into the back and shoot some rounds. Of course, that would have been more fun if she'd been able to get those moving targets. It would have almost been worth the cracked rib and stitches.


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

House of Illusions, Wednesday night

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

There was a sign up in Gob's booth:

Book Sale: "Magic for Morons: The Secrets of Illusion Revealed for Schmucks Like You" by GOB Bluth, 20% off.

Gob sat in the booth, cheating at Solitaire.

Outside Luke's diner (lunchtime)

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige stood outside the diner waiting for Boone, she hoped he'd not forgotten, she was looking forward to catching up with him and she only had an hour.

She was looking forward to spending a little time with him out of classes, they'd not done that in a while.


((feel free to use this post for any diner stuff and Boone mun I'm about til 8pm EST so whenever you're ready))

A bench in the Park after sunset

[cabal-boone.livejournal.com]

As evening darkened into night, Aaron threw on his coat and headed outside. Red had closed the shop in honor of the holiday, and Aaron was at a loss for what to do with himself. He went for a walk, hoping the chill air would help clear his mind. It didn't, really, but it was still good to be outside. The snow fell, gentle flakes dusting his hair and jacket. He squinted up at the sky and let them fall on his face for a few minutes; tiny crystalline pinpricks of cold on his skin. They melted, and although he knew he could within a moment drop his body temperature low enough that they wouldn't, he liked the reminder of his assumed humanity.

The bench wore a thin layer of white. Aaron gently dusted the powder off the seat before reclining all the way across it. His legs hung off the end, so he bent his knees to rest his feet on the ground and just stared up at the falling snow. Thinking in silence.


[ooc: open to rp, either with Aaron or just in the park.]

Wednesday Night

[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor walked through the quiet streets of Fandom Town. Most of the students had already left for the holidays, and some of the town residents as well. His mission for the moment was an urgent one -- procuring snacks and drinks so that he could return to the dorms to settle in for the night with Phoebe and watch movies or something. They still hadn't decided where they wanted to go for vacation.

He was kind of enjoying the snow, because aside from the lair of the occasional ice demon, one didn't see that kind of thing in the Underworld. Not that he would ever admit he thought it was kind of neat.

[ETA: Continuity note -- Inara, then Crowley/Aziraphale.]


[OOC: Trapped in Minnesota and bored. Save me!]

The Fourth Sin--Wednesday

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

After talking to Lorne, and not hearing anything she hadn't guessed (sure), Parker got a motor rickshaw to take her over to the 4th Sin. After paying off the driver and refusing to give him a tip for having smirked, she stomped up the steps and through the door like the Three Bears returning home after one too many break-ins. The foyer was a ... surprise; nowhere near the tackiness she'd assumed, all clean lines and light. To her right, was...

( In which Parker almost has an aneurysm and commits homicide in the same conversation )

He flashed a grin at his employer over his shoulder. "//I will, thank you, Miho.//"

RP'ed via chat by mparker16, deadly_little, and jarodpretends