Sunday Mass

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Outside the church, a Nativity has been set up. She pauses to look at it for a moment, wondering why Mary is a blonde and the manger is full of shredded wheat. She slips in to the church, listening respectfully to the visiting priest deliver the Mass.

[[til we get a new priest, CJ will be posting the Mass thread.]]

The Emporium is Open -- Sunday

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael opened the store and sat behind the counter with the comics section of the paper.

Movie Sign Theater, December 18

[joel_sol]

Throughout the theater, Joel can be heard calling, "Tom? Toooooom!"

Really, he should learn to listen to the radio.

After having looked most of the weekend shut up, it's as good an excuse as any, Joel shrugs, decides Tom's probably on an underwear buying binge, and gives up. The marquee lights up.


NOW PLAYING
MANNEQUIN
STARRING KIM CATTRALL!
12:00, 2:30, 4:00, 6:30, 8:00, 9:30

[The Woods] Hi-Ho Hi-Ho

[defiantlyyours.livejournal.com]

Number 6 is in the very small patch of woods on the island. Not that you could see him, since he's currently underneath the ground, tunneling. No reason. Just for exercise. *cough*

Every once and again, he'll come up to shove out dirt and to get some fresh air. You might be able to catch him then, although he's about as social as is typical for him.

Wonka's Sweets Shoppe

[luridpinkspikes.livejournal.com]

Tonks opens the shoppe and sits behind the counter, reading a book of haiku.

Chaucer's, Sunday

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

After hanging up from Sonia's call, Geoff paces around the shop, worrying about the young woman and waiting for her to come and talk.


((Thread is for soniabelmont only.))

Red's is Open

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

The shop opened, the jingle balls jingled with cubs chasing behind them and Red sat behind his computer, typing with his mouthstick.

Secret Santa Deliveries!

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

For ( Gil Grissom: )

For ( Michael N.B.: )

Spike's Pub is Open 12/18

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

TV on. Check.

Cooks in the kitchen. Check.

Pool tables ready. Check.

Dartboards and darts. Check.

Bar ready. Check.

Sign on. Check.

The brothers ready for customers. Check.

Outside Phale's Rare Books

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

After enjoying sleeping until noon, watching a movie in the common room, and running a round of deliveries, Kiki goes out for a walk, relishing the change from flying. She's been doing so much delivering lately from Secret Santa that she feels a bit like she's been glued to her broom. But she had promised Mr. Aziraphale that she was going to be a little easier on herself for the next few days, so she had set aside her delivery duties - which she knew very well were piling up on her answerphone - and her homework and gone out to get some fresh air. She strolls slowly through the park, humming various selections from White Christmas beneath her breath, smiling at the melting piles of snow around the trees and the glare of the ice on the duck pond.

Turning back towards the school, she walks up Apocalypse Avenue, figuring she'll give a wave to Mr. Aziraphale and Mr. Crowley as she passes. Mr. Crowley had been uncommonly nice to her at the party the day before, and she figured she might as well give him the opportunity to get good and snarky with her.

Kiki's a bit surprised to see the "closed" sign up in the window of the shop.

"In the middle of the afternoon?" she murmurs to herself. "Surely he's not still cleaning up from the party?"

She pauses on the stoop, the skeleton key in hand, debating on whether to use it or not.

The Fourth Sin - Sunday Night

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky lounged behind the desk as usual.

She might have a small green plant hanging above.

Possibly.