Galactica Point - mid-to-late Sunday morning

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

After surveying the disaster area that was the second floor common room, Cam and Kawalsky swung by Jeff the God of Biscuits bakery and then crossed over to the beach to hang out away from the hustle and bustle of the school.

"So," Kawalsky said, picking up a conversation they'd dropped up at the school. "What's the deal with all the sparring, man?"

The Emporium is open -- Monday

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael opened the shop and sunk down on the stool behind the counter. The grey day matched his mood. Resting his elbows on the counter, he rubbed his hands over his face. It was going to be a long day.

((ooc: You're welcome to come harrass play with emo!Michael, but I'm going to have to slow-play it during the day because of work.))

Wolfram and Hart, Monday Morning

[lilah-esq.livejournal.com]

After a few days in bed, Lilah was feeling mostly better. However, there was no way she was going into work with the cadre of vampires she called her staff if she couldn't speak because her jaw was wired shut.

She tacked a ( note )

to the door and went back to bed.

[ooc: Feel free to open the office, if you want.]

The Cat Business Office, Monday

[gikkingen.livejournal.com]

As the sun rose over Fandom Town, there was one moment where it broke through the clouds and the rain, bathing the street in gold light that bounced around and gleamed off the wet surfaces. The sight lasted only a moment, and when the golden glow faded there was a new building in the formerly empty space between Sanctity and Where in the World. A moment of silence before the bell jangled of its own accord, the door opened, and the Baron stepped out. It had arrived without incident, but he seemed to be running low on a few things. Oh well. He glanced up and down the empty street before stepping back inside. It was a spot of tea and a scone he was after wanting now. Fandom could wait. At least until it was a bit drier.

Gates in front of the school, all day

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

Barbossa was blowing off classes to sit behind a folding table in front of the school grouds. The radio on the ground beside him was playing "The Top 1,847 Pirate Shanties in No Particular Order." Hanging on the front of the table was a sign:

"Fer the last two weeks ye've been hearing tryouts o' people 'n things who be interested in joining Pirate Radio.

Now be the time t' vote on this semester's radio DJs.

The thirteen nominees that be makin' in through the tryouts 'n be still mad enough t' want t' join the Buccaneer Crew be:

1. Barbossa
2. Archie Kennedy
3. Crow
4. Alanna & Faithful
5. Jaye Tyler
6. Rita Skeeter
7. Lilly Kane
8. Crowley
9. Bridge Carson
10. DEATH
11. Lee Adama & John Crichton
12. Pip Bernadette
13. Cally

Please be pickin' yer seven favorites!"

There were pieces of paper to be filled out and dropped into the voting box. The pirate was giving everyone who voted a sticker that read, "Arr! I be votin' at Pirate Radio."

He had an umbrella and was on guard against inclement weather or balloon bandits.

[OOC: Vote (IC, please) for your seven favorite of the thirteen radio DJs we've heard over the last few weeks. The poll will be open until noon tomorrow, when the results will be announced. All characters--students, teachers, and townies--are eligible to vote.]

Ye Antiquee Booke Shoppe, better known as Aziraphale's, Morning.

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Kiki opens the shop. She's in quite a good mood, in spite of the brothers leaving, and that would have nothing to do with the fact that the evening of drunken debauchery that took place here a few days earlier is now far enough in the past that she can look at it and laugh.

In short, the shop is peaceful, cozy, warm, and replete with tea, scones, biscuits, a cat, a ferret, and all things bookish.

...At least, until some customer comes in and frells that all up. The books on the shelves are all carefully out of order, now that Kiki has learned The System. So browsing? All good. Looking for something specific? You may as well just ask, unless you enjoy the thrill of the hunt.

The Park, Monday

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Monday afternoon finds Aziraphale sitting on his favorite bench in the park, feeding day-old scones to the ducks. He hasn't done this nearly as often as he should lately, and Magdalene's admonishment has been nagging at him.

So despite the poor weather (which doesn't really seem to be bothering him), Aziraphale seems to be enjoying his day out. And he'd be more than pleased to talk with anyone else who feels like braving the rain.


[OOC: Talk to the angel or feel free to use for your own Park business. To keep my inbox happy, though, please tag your comments so I know which is which. Also, GIP per request. :)]

Jeff, God of Biscuits: Lunchtime

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander sought pie. For lo, as his Yahoo news headlines informed him (somewhere about 8 paragraphs below the Buttafuocos/Amy Fisher reunion show), today was National Pie Day, and such an auspicious occasion could not go by without celebration.

Plus Lockheed had totally made him feel guilty for mentioning it and not having any to offer. So in penance, pie.

Plus, you know, PIE.

When he got to the shop, the most glorious sight ever that wasn't a Mountie...hat or Crichton's arms or Faith in a leather bikini greeted him: a sign reading

SALE

Due to Recent Water Balloon Damage,
All Pies Are
Slightly Damp
But No Less Tasty
And 25% off,
Today Only.
Happy Pie Day.


Awh, yeah

Mmm. Pie.
__

{Not that Xander's staying once he loads himself down, but open for all your slightly-damp pie purchasing needs.}

FTEC - Monday January 23rd 2006

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

After spending the morning and a good part of the early afternoon tearing apart and putting the school clinic back together, Wilson wandered back down to his own turf.

He considered bee-lining for the angel's store but remembered Phale mentioning something about feeding the ducks and some other angel type errands so he decided to get some work done on his paper before hunting his lover up later.

Unlocking the door, Wilson shrugged out of his jacket and walked in behind the counter. He frowned a little as he realized he hadn't heard back from Red regarding the advert for assistants for the clinic but then decided that maybe they were just going to apply to him in person. Settling down with a cup of tea and his work, Wilson flipped on the computer and got back to the job of writing.


[ooc: For the record, the Clinic has VERY good locks as well as the same magical protections that cover Phale's bookshop so go bug an NPC if you're after chaos. :) If you're looking for shelter from chaos, come on in.]

Out on the Town, Monday Afternoon

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

Quark is out and about today. After having gazed upon the school from a safe distance, and having a chat with the town's resident pirate, Quark wanders down to the town hall to check up on matters of local government.

After all, even though he was surrounded by Hoo-mons and various others, they still had to have some sort of chamber of commerce. Even if not, getting friendly with the mayor was one of Quark's highest priorities. Rule of Acquisition Thirty-Three: It never hurts to suck up to the boss.

When Quark does find the town hall, the lack of a Mayor quite astounds him. A headless government usually meant bad things. Bad, bad things. He'd lived through the Cardassian occupation of Bajor, the Dominion occupation of Deep Space Nine, and being brothers with Rom. There was no way his quiet retirement away from all the trouble of the Bajoran government, Starfleet, and the Ferengi Commerce Authority was going to be ruined by showing up in a town ruled by anarchy.

So he did the only thing that seemed right. If you want a job done right, you do it yourself. So today, Quark starts the paperwork and the political machinations.

Eventually, sometime soon, there'd be an election.

And Quark's name would be first on the ballot.

"Ha. Hoo-mons and their democracy," Quark says, wondering if he'll be able to change the title of Mayor to Nagus when he gets elected. Because there was no doubt in his mind about that. Everyone has a price, and if neccessary, Quark was going to buy this election.

But for now, Quark wanders about town, to see how bad the lawlessness is, so far. Most folks haven't met him, most folks might be afraid of his appearance, but he was there, on the street. Ready to shake babies and kiss hands.

Wait, scratch that... reverse it.

[ooc: Open to any interaction whatsoever! EDIT And I'm back now! Woo! Come poke Quark while he's out an about?]

Throughout Fandom town, Monday evening

[superartie]

As the sun set on Fandom, the strongest man . . . in the world was perched atop his porta-home in the manner of a weathervane, scanning the waters and the town with his super-vision.

Once full dark descended, he hopped down from his post and set off into the streets of the town at a bound, his odd, haunting laugh echoing between the buildings.

Perhaps something on the wind told him that there was something different about the sleepy town this evening. Perhaps some otherworldly ooc voice had told him of the lack of law enforcement that was sure to bring out the worst in the town's assorted residents.

Or perhaps he was simply exploring the town he'd made his home.

Whatever the reason, Artie was patrolling the streets of Fandom, ever alert for mischief, danger, and the forces of emo evil.

[ooc: sporadically available until about 6 pm, EST. Feel free to interact with Artie here, or ping me should you want him to come intervene or aid in any assorted wrongdoings in town.]

Monday Specials

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Chalkboard reads:
In Honor of National Pie Day!

Potpie Night!

Beef
Chicken and mushrooms
Vegetable

with salad and roll


Desserts:
Lemon Bars
Cherry pie
Apple Pie
Blueberry Pie
Chocolate Meringue
Lemon Meringue

Caritas--Monday--OPEN

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod opened the bar on time, taped up the zombies, and generally went about his evening the way he always did on Mondays at Caritas.

He couldn't help the strange feeling of impending doom, though.

Monday Evening, The Fourth Sin (CLOSED)

[deadly_little]

Miho, more heavily armed than she has been in weeks, comes downstairs dragging a tarp wrapped around a garbage bag. It squishes on each step. It doesn't really look human-shaped, but, well. Miho's been a busy girl.

Dally, waiting for her in the kitchen, makes a face. "You'd better not get that in my car."

In reply, Miho kicks the tarp and holds out her hand for the keys. Dally sighs and hands them over. Then, as the deadly little one goes out to the car to wait on Becky, Dally fixes herself a slice of lemon meringue pie and goes to place a sign on the front doors of the Sin.

CLOSED
FOR STRESS RELIEF

She doesn't expect the younger girls back any time soon. Ah, to be young again...

Mauvaise Chance Apartments, Monday Evening

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

Quark has had a rather interesting day. After meeting a young man with a fetching hat, setting up his bid for Mayor-ship, and talking to a few other folks, he comes back to the apartment complex with a spring in his step.

However, he also knows he'll be looking to find his phaser up in the Quark's Treasure II before nightfall. He didn't trust this town, because he knew Rule of Acquisition 99: Trust is the biggest liability of all.

But for now, he sets up at the counter attached to the apartment lobby, stemming from his office. He listens to the answering machine, and gives the one message a call back. More tenants meant more money. More money he thought was useless, but it was the principal of the matter.

He made sure the Help Wanted sign was still up in the window, and settled in for a nice quiet evening.

[ooc: For Camulus specifically, but other folks are welcome to stop by.]

Sanctity: Evening

[notavegetarian.livejournal.com]

It's been one of those days. First, she gets a call from an acquaintance who has plans for a friend of hers. Then her accountant calls to let her know that the stock she invested in flopped (frelling Vibrosoft just had to build their Doorways with problems and then refuse to fix them).

Now, she's in the shop, and there's inventory missing. Or maybe she just misplaced it.

Zhaan figures nothing can get any worse until she steps out the door into the street to dust the lintels. There's a feeling in the air, a restlessness that reminds her of Moya when she was broody and pregnant. As if, at any moment, the entire town would turn sideways and starbust away.

Which would be impossible, considering it wasn't a spaceship.

But then, Zhaan figures stranger things have happened.

Jeff, God of Biscuts, 5:00

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Alfred arrived at the God of Biscuts after a nice tea with Azphirale and ordered himself a rather soggy pie, not being one to pass up Pie Day.

He sat at a table with his pie, a small wrapped package, and a newspaper, muching contentedly.


[[OOC: Alfred is here to meet Walter, but all who want to use the Bakery are free to roam around.]]

Town, afternoon

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

When Tex had noticed the brothers sign at the pub, she hadn't been surprised. It wasn't like she was attached to the town herself and while she was annoyed that Yazoo hadn't stuck around to get that revenge, she shrugged it off. So she'd left during the night and did the job on her own. As she entered the town of Fandom, it didn't take her long to realise something was up. She'd been in enough warzones to not feel unease when she noticed the closed police station. It seemed like no one had showed up in the morning and Sheriff Buck was nowhere to be seen. When she headed back to her shop, she looked across the street to find Red's still closed. It wasn't something new exactly, but when she realised that the entire shop was empty, it became clear that something was up.

Fandom town was left without a mayor, without a police and without a law.


((Explanation here.))

Streets between School and Serenity Point plus beach - Monday Night of Lawlessness - Late

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi and Pip ride Old Man down from the high school and make a bee-line for Serenity Cove where Pippi had parked her boat when she arrived.

The hooves clatter on the pavement as Old Man moves faster then he's been seen to move since he arrived.

Both students are wearing large dark coats and dark hats with wide brims. Pip's long red scarf streams out behind them, flapping in the wind as if waving good bye to somebody they've left behind.

Becky and Miho's Killing Spree '06

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky's thoughts? Somewhere around, WHEE YAYZ SHOOTY FUN.

She reflected on this as she narrowed her eyes and fired a single shot off at a shadowy, boring-looking figure a dozen yards or so away.

She cackled as the person fell to the ground, and looked around for Miho.

Remembering what they were up to, her eyes darted up to the rooftops.

[ooc: Feel free to wander through with the understanding that the girls have gone a little nuts, and WILL either shoot at you, or throw pointy things. They can miss. If they want to.]