Signs around town

[ladder62.livejournal.com]

In various places where it's appropriate to post signs appear plain and simple posters typed up on a computer and printed out on regular paper:

GENERAL CONTRACTOR

Masonry * Drywall
Construction * Repairs
Minor plumbing and electric

REASONABLE RATES

Contact Tommy Gavin
555-CMONCMON

Weather Update

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

As day draws near, the wind become less intense. It is still blowing hard enough to make being outside difficult, but this morning it is not dangerous.

The snow is still falling heavily and the drifts make walking difficult at times. So far, the storm has dropped about a foot of snow on the island and doesn't look to be stopping anytime soon. The clouds are low and a uniform gray across the sky all day long.

Friday morning, All and Sundries

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

"Baldrick! Where is the sign?" Edmund stood outside the store staring up at the space that should have his family coat of arms and the words All and Sundries. Instead, there was a definite dearth of signage and a definite surfeit of snow-filled air.

"I didn't get it up yet, sir. Ow!"

Baldrick rubbed the spot on his backside where Edmund's boot had just contacted.

"We may not have the best weather for opening, but the longer we wait, the more money we're losing. Get the sign up, you dogsbody."



[ooc: Baldrick will generally be an NPC. However, if you're desperate, he'll tell you all about his latest boil. Also, I'll pick an address as soon as possible.]

Arms Hotel - Gift left for Phoebe

[fh_jackass]

A small velvet bag is left at the front desk of the Arms Hotel for Phoebe Halliwell. If asked, the clerk would describe the person who left it as a teenage boy wearing a cross hanging from his puka shell necklace, a black eye and a smug grin.


It contains a bottle of Paxil and a vibrator.

There is a note attached.

Get over it. You can do better.

The Emporium is open...sort of

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

With the snow that came with the storm, Michael wasn't sure it was even worth opening. The sign says it is, but he's not expecting a big influx of people. Which is good, because he's still trying to sort out the paperwork for the store.

((ooc: Second verse, same as the first: slow-play until evening.))

Across the causeway

[travelingband.livejournal.com]

A beat up black and white car crosses the bridge. It has a cop motor, a four hundred and forty-cubic-inch plant. Cop springs. Cop shocks. Cop suspension. Cop tires. It was a model made before catalytic converters, so it runs on regular gas. Unfortunately the cigarette lighter doesn't work.

Following behind it is a maroon car that used to say "Murph and the Magic Tones", but now has "The Blues Brothers Band" spray painted on it.

Somewhere across the bridge the cars, which are going at a ridiculous speed, start hitting the drifting snow and spin out of control. They hit a drift and are sent into the air cartwheeling like mad...

Though they somehow land on the island right on their tires and without apparent damage to the cars.

Elwood looks over at the sleeping hulk that is his brother and slaps him on the shoulder.

"Hey. We're here."

All around town

[heterodine.livejournal.com]

All around town early in the morning little dingbots can be seen putting up notices

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Sparky Repairs
now open

Anything mechanical fixed
Anything mechanical made
Open 9am - 5pm
and by appointments

49 Minotaur Lane
(800)867-5309

Ye Rare Old Book Shoppe

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

The snow really was coming down hard now and after a quick slog down to the FTEC to check in with Tommy and pick up paperwork, Wilson slogged back up to the shop and helped Phale open it for the day. Neither angel nor mortal were sure if Kiki would be able to fly down in this weather and Aziraphale really hoped that his young employee would be sensible with her safety.

As for the shop itself, the door was unlocked for anyone who might happen by and want to stop in to get warm, have some tea or take shelter from the storm for a bit. Wilson was settled down in the lounge with his laptop and other papers, working diligently on his journal article while getting a hell of a sugar rush from a breakfast that consisted of left over apple pie and butterscotch candies. Aziraphale was somewhere in the shop, busy pulling all the OMGSMUTBOOKS adult reading material off the general shelves to be kept in a safer location.

Pogo stood by the window, his little paws resting on the glass was he watched the snow with a mixture of baby ferret inquisitveness and a hint of Juliet wistfulness as he waited to see if his Romeo master in mischief was going to make it today.

Come in, say hello, get warm, pet Phale's pocketweasle(tmKiki) ferret. It's a perfect day for tea, cocoa, a fire in the fireplace and a good book.

Friday morning, the bridge into town

[not_entirely]

Motorcycle + snow = pain in the ass.

The sight of snow piling up along the causeway to the island of Fandom had been something of a shock to Lucas; while the mainland was certainly cold, probably too cold to be riding a motorcycle, even when he was wearing three sweaters under his leather jacket, there hadn't been any snow.

The island seemed to have been struck by a blizzard, though.

Lucas was suddenly very glad that he wasn't moving everything in until Monday. That would probably be enough time for whoever was in charge of the streets on the strange little island to clean up and salt the roads. For now he was just planning to check out the building, do any repairs that were needed, put up some of the lovely fliers AJ had designed for him, and explore the town.

Or possibly start some snow ball fights.

The roof of Caritas, Friday morning

[superartie]

It seemed as though Artie was taking Lorne's suggestion that he work exterior security for Caritas very seriously, judging by the fact that, despite the freezing temperatures and the snow piling up everywhere, Artie is perched on the edge of the roof of Caritas over the door. His only concession to the weather is a tall, ridiculous hat.

He doesn't seem much affected by the snow. Indeed, he doesn't seem much affected by anything. He simply poses there, still as a very strange bit of modern art. The fact that his breath fogs the air in front of him is the only indication he's even alive, and not frozen stiff.

Well, almost the only indication. Everynow and then he can be heard to mutter "C-constant v-v-vigilance!" to himself.

Friday afternoon

[heterodine.livejournal.com]

The dingbots have had the shop open all morning, after they had placed the signs all around town. Agatha had spent pretty much all of the night and this morning working on Walter's commission.
The bot in question was kind of cute, and round, with tiny legs and no functional arms. It had a telescoping eye, and a little hammer on an extending arm. It's polished copper back bore the inscription - To V, for early mornings after late nights. -W, just as Walter had requested. Currently the bot sat on the counter, and blinked at the falling snow.

[[for Walter to come and pick the bot up, and for anyone else who wants to visit.]]

Wonka's Sweets Shoppe - OPENish (Friday)

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova stepped into Wonka's. She had used every trick she knew, and still the only part of her that she could feel were her feet. She knocked the snow off her now rather damp-looking new boots and set about opening up. Not that she expected any customers, but after missing some of her first shifts she was going to be a good employee.

Now, if only he had some coffee hidden away . . . or hot chocolate. That might be nice.

EDIT: The power flickered and went out and Ivanova cursed. She felt something pointy fly into her cheek and the brush of air as the paper crane crowded close to her. She groped around and banged a knee on the counter. "Wonka! Wonka, do we have a generator?"

No answer. Great.

Blood Gulch Arms - Friday

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex barely took notice of the weather. Temperature regulating armour was one of the many perks being a spartan came with. Commander Appo had informed her that the snow wouldn't interfere with the clone troopers work so she wasn't worried. Instead she was looking over the footage Barbossa had given her yesterday. It seemed like the new mayor would have to pay some people a visit.

Shop's open. There might be a pile of snow outside covering a shivering duck who's regretting it didn't fly South.

((Shop layout and current weapon supply can be found here.))

The Cat Business Office, Friday

[gikkingen.livejournal.com]

"Oi, Baron!"

"Yes, Muta?"

"It's snowing."

"I'm aware of that, Muta."

Muta turned away from the window, revealing a total wall of white. "Did you know that we were just snowed in?"

The Baron sprang up from his desk and paced to the window. Indeed, it appeared that they had been snowed in. He jumped onto the balcony to see if the outside world was still accesible from the window, but when he opened it, a solid wall of white. The snow couldn't be that deep, but it must have drifted, piling up against the small building. The Baron jumped back down.

"Hmm. This may prove troublesome."

[[Any kind soul want to dig us out?]]

The Fourth Sin--Friday--OPEN (at least in theory)

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

After spending the morning unsuccessfully chasing Parker's bunny all over the Sin in a way that was not at all a euphemism for anything , Jarod pulled on his jacket, along with a pair of gloves, hat, and scarf and went outside to shovel the sidewalk in front of the Sin, in case of customers. The physical exertion and brisk weather helped him clear his head, in the hopes he would be able to sleep that night.

As he worked, a small brown bunny hopped her way across the lobby towards the kitchen.

Chaucer's Friday Afternoon

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

The good thing about being part whitelighter is you can orb places, which pretty much meant the storm and snow wasn't bothering her much, she orbs just outside the shop (since she's not rude enough to orb straight in, since the boss might be busy) then walks in shivering, even being outside for a few moments is enough to make anyone cold today it would seem.

"Geoff?" she calls to check if he's about or if she's on her own in the shop again.

((starting this thread now cos it appears I'm going out tonight!))

POWER OUTAGE!

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

The storm is getting worse again. The winds are increasing and the snow coming down is very heavy and wet.

Shortly before sunset the power goes out all over the island. It is only a few minutes later that anyone down in the town would see the lights in the school come back on. Unless people in town own their own back-up generators, they stay in the dark as the storm increases.

Caritas: Black Out.

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

The lights flicker and go out in Caritas.

Lorne is not happy.

"DAMN IT TINO! I TOLD YOU TO PAY THE POWER BILL"

The thus far empty building that will house Empire Records and Bidet, Friday evening

[not_entirely]

Lucas looked up from where he'd been sweeping up the future sales floor as the power went out. He stood there for a long moment staring out into the darkened store, then turned and looked out the only uncovered window.

"That's rather a lot of snow," he said calmly to himself. Then he turned and looked over the store again. No electricity. Which meant no heat. And the storm was making it pretty obvious that he wouldn't be making it back to the mainland today, as planned. He put his hands in his pockets, shrugged up his shoulders, and shook his head.

"It's better to light a fire than to curse the power-outage," he muttered. Then he pulled his two extra sweaters back on, along with his leather jacket, his scarf, and his helmet, and headed out into the wind to look for some place that might still have heat.

There was no fireplace in his building, after all, and it would not be a great start if he burned the place down before he could even open the store.

Mark would be disappointed to miss it, if nothing else.

The Fourth Sin - Friday Night

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Benefit of living in an old, creaky, Victorian house?

Gas heating.

Becky was curled up in a chair in the lobby next to a fireplace, a blanket pulled around her shoulders.

She and Miho would have a good laugh when the girls and Jarod got back from fleeing to the school. Ha.

[ooc: Specifically open for someone - YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE, OMG - but if you're pretty much anyone who isn't out to kill our girls, you're welcome to stop by and try to take refuge.]

Sanctity: Late evening.

[notavegetarian.livejournal.com]

The snow was piling high outside the shop, but Zhaan wasn't too worried. After all, thanks to being a little paranoid, the backup generator she'd purchased second-hand was churning away, sending heat here and there. She didn't bother with electric lights, just left it warming things. Not that she needed the warmth, but her guest and his dog did.

Candles littered every available surface, providing a soft light.

Zhaan was sitting curled in a chair, making notations on a pad. It was possible it was a novel, or a treatise upon the proper care of one's plants.

Town, 16:50 power outage

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

After helping dig out Baron Humbert von Gikkingen at his shop, Tex was on her way back to her shop when the power suddenly went out all over the island. Thanks to the storm that had been brewing all night, everything went dark and Tex was once more grateful for the perks of her armour as the nightvision compensated. Not that there was much to see in the snow.

Sighing, she opened a comm to Commander Appo. "Commander, what's going?"

"Power just went out over the entire island, sir. Troopers are reporting in, the entire island is out and there's no back up generator except for the school."

Great. She didn't suppose Quark was willing to deal with this.

"It's going to get cold, sir." Appo pointed out.

"I know," Tex looked up at the school where the lights were still on. "I'll contact you in a bit."

She broke up the transmission and opened a new one that went directly to Principal Smith's telephone.

Around town after power outage

[fandomtroopers]

Clone troopers are moving through the snow around the entire town and are knocking on every door to rally the townies together and guide them up to the school. It's a fairly easy idea. Town is about to get cold. Really really cold and the school is the only place to go to with heating. So grab the arm of the nearest clone trooper and let them guide you to the light.

((While the shiny cloned troopers are up the entire night and will be moving through town to stop looters and to bring people up to the school, sadly enough the player needs sleep. Feel free to NPC your way up to the school.))