The Emporium is open -- Sunday

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael opened the shop and yawned. He hadn't been getting enough sleep lately, and it had affected his mood. Not that the e-mail this morning had helped...he hadn't been snooping, really; he'd been retrieving Ben's Palm Pilot for him, and bumped the mouse, which stopped the screen saver. The e-mail had been up on Ben's screen already. It made Michael a little sick to his stomach to think about, but he was afraid to ask Ben about it. Michael tried to put the thought out of his mind, and sat back behind the counter with a comic book.

Spike's Pub - Early Evening

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

They had talked. For several days, far into the morning, they had talked. All things were out on the table and the consensus was unanimous.

Just a few things to put in order, put in motion.

A sign appeared in the front window of Spike's. It was simple. Not easily misunderstood.

Business For Sale

They included the contact information for the lawyer they'd hired on the mainland. It would be handled remotely and the brothers wouldn't need to worry about it any longer.

After a couple of visits, then Kadaj made a call. One final thing in the morning...

Movie Sign Theater, January 22

[joel_sol]

The marquee lights up.


NOW PLAYING
THEM
12:00, 2:00, 4:00, 6:00, 8:00, 10:00


The now hiring sign? Still in the window. And considering Joel had to clean up after the kid things in the theater last night, it'd be appreciated.

Sunday Morning, Fourth Sin

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

After a quick trip to the NPC Grocery Store and Jeff, God of Biscuits Bakery, Jarod set about making a large brunch for inhabitants of the Sin. Challah bread french toast, bacon, orange juice, fresh strawberries, blueberry muffins, coffee, and water for tea were the menu, but he wouldn't put the french toast or bacon on the stove until someone came downstairs.

Most of the girls tended to be late sleepers, after all.


[ooc: Open to anyone who lives at the Sin or wants to show up for Sunday Brunch at the brothel.]

Valentine's Day Orders from Jack's Rose Shoppe

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

Jack's Rose Shoppe is pleased to present our Valentine's Day selection for the upcoming day of love. We encourage you to order early to beat the holiday rush and save his mun from a last minute coding frenzy. There will be two deliveries each to town and to the school: early morning and in the evening. Please specify which delivery you wish; if it does not matter, it will go with the morning deliveries. Orders placed by February 12th are guaranteed to be delivered on Valentine's Day; we will attempt to do our best to deliver orders placed on the 13th or 14th, but there is an additional $15 rush charge and I may have to kill you.

( Featured Valentine's Day products: )

Please include the following with your order:

Name of Recipient:
Room number or town address:
Item(s):
Delivery time (AM or PM):
Card (optional):

Delivery for the Valentine's Day is $10 per location. Fandom High counts as a single location.

If you wish something that is not part of our usual selection, please link provide a detailed description and we will do our best to locate it for you. There is an additional $10 charge for this service.

Use this posting for Valentine's Day orders and questions ONLY, please. Regular orders may be directed here.

The Perk, sunday afternoon

[harried-potter.livejournal.com]

Harry enters the Perkolator, orders a hot cocoa, and sits at a table at the window to wait for Jessica. To kill time, he writes some angry letters to John Connor random people in his notebook.




((OOC: for mrs_tate, but use it for all your coffee needs :) ))

Mauvaise Chance Apartments, Sunday Morning

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

The Quark's Treasure II lands on the roof of the apartment complex.

It was only minutes later until the deed was signed over, and the previous owner ran off into the sunset with somewhere in the neighborhood of five hundred thousand dollars worth of gold and jewels.

"Humans," Quark chuckles to himself as he props his feet up on the counter of the apartment complex. "Worthless rocks and gold, and they sign over a prime piece of property."

He knows he has a lot to do. Introduce himself, set up the holo-suite, hire personnel, etcetera. It was going to be a long day.

So first, he set up a sign in the front lobby window.

UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT
Looking to Hire the Following:
One Apartment Superintendant
Three Mechanics (High Technology Knowledge Required)
See The Proprietor For An Application

Then, he sat down in his lobby chair. He would need to familiarize himself with the town eventually, but that could wait.

[ooc: Free for interaction with Quark. Also, the Hiring? Whether you want to make someone new, or apply a current char, contact me on e-mail at landlord.quark @ gmail.com or on AIM at agentprincipal . We'll work things out.]

The Park, Noonish

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

An extremely dignified man takes a seat on a bench. He looks as though you would expect to see him in some sort of formalware, but he's not on duty right now, so he suffices with a sweater. He is, of course, wearing a tie under his sweater.

One must adhere to certain conventions, even when in casual wear.

He pulls out a map and traces his finger along it, looking for the Mayor's Office.

[[OOC: SAY HELLO TO ALFRED EVERYONE!]]

The docks, early Sunday morning

[superartie]

Sunday morning, the sun rose, as it is wont to do. It eased over the horizon, spreading it's glow over the town of Fandom, lighting the school, the duck pond, Caritas, and yes, the docks.

Were the sun a sentient being, it might have been surprised by the docks.

Because they weren't quite the same as they were when the sun had set the previous evening. Oh, the boat was there, as was the water, and the docks themselves.

But just next to the docks, sitting on the beach was a blue porta-john, appearing, seemingly, from nowhere.

It was the porta-home of one of the newest residents of Fandom: Artie, the strongest man . . . in the world!

[ooc: feel free to stop by and gawk/welcome Artie/attempt to use the porta-home for what it appears to be!]

The Perk, early Sunday

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Seventeen? SO not going to Mass. She bounces into the Perk and gets the biggest, most coffee laden thing full of syrup and chocolate and half and half, and a muffin, and a turnover, and three biscotti...and she looks around with bright eyes and a wide smile.


[[specifically for Veronica, but anyone who wants to meet "Claudia" come on in! OR, as always, use this Perk for your own patronage.]]

ETA: [sorry for the late posting of an early thread, my RL router crashed and I just got back on]

ETA2: Quark's here too! He's talking to people for FREE!!! [[sorry Q, couldn't resist]]

Rare Books Shop, Sunday

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

The shop opens a little late today, probably due to a fighting-and-making-up-session from the night before. But the tea and scones are in the lounge and there's Duke Ellington playing softly on the stereo.


[EDIT: The shop is closed and locked up for a while following Wilson's comment. Anyone who wants to stop in, please just mark your comment as taking place before Wilson's. :)]

Wonka's Candy Shoppe - OPEN

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Still feeling rather emo growly over this morning's radio broadcast but with no sign of a hangover, Ivanova opened up Wonka's, sucking on a few experimental candies while she went over her history notes, vowing this week to actually contribute something to the discussions. Every once in a while she would bang the counter and growl something uncomplimentary about the dark mistress of the airwaves.

The Bachelor Pad - Saturday night

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

Ted was bouncy. There were numerous reasons for it, but he was bouncy. Rather than trying to mosh around the living room, which would result in breaking the nice, shiny plasma TV, he was out in the front yard tossing a tennis ball into the air. Maybe, if some of his roomies joined him, they could get a game of toss-the-ball going. Or there were deck chairs available if anyone just wanted to sit in the front yard.

Sunday Afternoon, Across the Water and onto the Roof of the Fourth Sin

[headologist.livejournal.com]

There really is no proper way to maintain dignity whilst traveling by broomstick. Granny always felt exposed. It was possible that passers beneath could see under the three skirts she was wearing and catch a glimpse of her petticoat or perhaps her outer knickers. Such wanton exposure was no way to introduce oneself to a new town.

It should have been a simple matter, then, to stop at the edge of town and step off the broom so that she could walk on her own two feet.

Unfortunately, the wind died down just as Granny reached the edge of the docks. She jerked the broom handle upwards to avoid crashing into the water and the broom responded enthusiastically, leaping back into the air.

Granny clutched the handle fiercely and jerked it sideways. A rather pointy turret jumped out at her and she dodged it neatly. She failed, however, to dodge the roof of the house said turrent was attached to. Her boot caught on the rain gutter. The gutter's strength was no match for a witch's boot, but it threw her balance off enough that she was thrown off the broom and onto the roof.

The broom and bits of the rain gutter clattered into the crevice between the turret and the main roof. Granny found herself sprawled across the shingles. She righted herself, patted her hat (which wouldn't have dared be out of place) and glared at the broom.

Sunday Specials

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

It's a rainy evening in Fandom.
The menu is posted on the chalkboard inside the diner.

Sunday Specials:

Pot-roast with vegetables
Vegetable soup with grilled cheese sandwich


Desserts:
Blackberry Pie
Chocolate Meringue Pie
Three-layer Chocolate Rum Cake
Chocolate Mint Chip Brownies

Sunday afternoon, the Docks

[superartie]

Artie is still bouncing. And still posing.

He might have done something else for awhile, but it's hard to tell. No one really knows what he does with his time when he's not battling killer bees, vengeful bowling balls, or school bullies.

His bouncing and posing does seem to be drawing him nearer to the town, though. It's possible he's going to explore.

It's also possible that he doesn't actually have control over his limbs.

With Artie, it's very hard to tell.

The Fourth Sin - Sunday Night

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

After some random old lady fell on the roof and demanded tea, Becky walked back inside and took her spot behind the desk.

She opened a very heavy and completely proper-looking book, and began to read.

Were anyone to get close enough to read the title, they might be able to make out the words "Kama Sutra."

The Perk, Evening, So Very Much For Broadcast

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Alfred chuckled to himself as he entered the Perk. He had stopped by Jeff, God of Biscuts, but hadn't wanted to interrupt the students party. They didn't need an old man hanging around and making them uncomfortable.

He ordered a cup of tea, took off his coat, and sat down, reading a novel.

[[OOC: Locked to Victor and Walter for now, unless people particularly want to watch the ruckus. When the dust clears, everyone is free to use the Perk for their needs. Won't take long, I promise.]]

Jeff, The God of Biscuits, Sunday night

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel took Sean for a walk, then wound his way towards Jeff, The God of Biscuits.

Being inclined to brood when nothing else presented itself, Angel was currently brooding over the following things:

1) Would anyone show for the party?

2) Would he be expected to mingle and make small talk because... no. Just no.

3) Would Jeff, The God of Biscuits have an anti-puppy policy?

4) Would they be out of those Italian cookies with the sprinkles?

It was a rough life being a souled vampire.

[ooc: c'mon in party peeps. Or those who just want baked goods.]