The Perkolator - Saturday Morning

[mycanonhatesme]

The Perk is open, and Chloe's behind the counter with a very strong cup of coffee waiting to be cool enough for her to drink.

[For all your potential Perky needs!]

Coming out of the NPC cleaners: Singing

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

Maia had picked up her clothes that Han had bled all over in the snow monster attacks, coming out of the building she got a light airy feeling and smiled looking at her blouse. Opening her mouth she raised her hand and swung the shirt and sang

They got the Han blood out

out of nowhere a chorus of people joined in and sang the refrain

They got the Han blood ooouuuuutttt

As suddenly as it started it stopped. Maia looked around and coughed a little and then went about her way carrying her dry cleaning.

The Old Old Book Store, Saturday Morning

[kikidelivers.livejournal.com]

Kiki woke up. She had fallen over at some point, curled on the floor by the dark, cheerless fireplace, and she stretched her cold and cramped limbs before she stood up and looked around the store.

"Empty," she murmured. "Empty..." she repeated. It had a sort of musical lilt to it. A hint of morose jazz. She hopped on the counter and sat with her legs crossed at the knee.

"Empty - like the feelings in my heart
Empty - I'm here all alone
I know, I know, he had to go,
But how do I go on?
Finding that we're now...
Apart."

She lay down and rolled over onto her stomach, ankles crossed. She really needed a sparkly red dress and for this to be the top of a shiny Baldwin [ooc: *ahem* piano, not Alec] that she was laying across, but the mood was unmistakably ( smokey lounge jazz singer )

All and Sundries, 2/4

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

To say that Edmund was in a bad mood was to say that Henry VIII was slightly rotund and had an unusual method of courtship.

As he opened All and Sundries, thinking venomous thoughts about turnips and the men who loved them, he began to sing.

( Once that you’ve decided on a killing )

He blinked and went to make himself a cup of tea, not sure whether he loved this town or loathed it.

All and Sundries is open. Brave the murderous former butler at your own risk.

The Park: Around noonish

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi, Walter, and Pip are riding old man through the park on their way to get some lunch.

Pip and Walter seemed to be rather upset about the news of the vampire hunt last night. Pippi wasn't all that happy that nobody asked for her help either, because Pippi liked nothing better then to be helpful. Still, she didn't think it was personal. She felt kinda bad about the events of that morning, and figured it would be best to get out of the dorms for a while.

She wished there was something she could say to her two friends to make them feel better, needed, valued...

She opened her mouth...
( And then sombreros fell out of the sky onto their heads... )

[[ooc: open for all your park needs... Just let us finish our song yo... :)

Jeff, God of Biscuits, Saturday Noon-ish

[stickittotheme.livejournal.com]

Dewey had decided to spend his Saturday in town, despite living off island. And where better to get a good start on his day (having only woken up thirty minutes previous) than a bakery, right?

"Hey, Mister clerk, how much are the brownies?" Dewey asks.

"They're very affordable, sir. A dollar a piece," the clerk responds.

"You know, that is awesome. Brownies are one of my favorite things, you know?" Dewey says.

"Oh really?" the clerk responds.

"Yeah..." Dewey replies, and doesn't even think twice as the music begins to swell...
( What does Dewey sing? Look behind the cut and see! )

Dewey doesn't even miss a beat. "So, gimme four brownies, mister clerk. I gots me a cravin' that needs fulfillin'." Dewey then gets handed the requested baked goods, pays, and wanders out, leaving a very disoriented clerk behind the counter.

[ooc: And now this post be open for everyone else's baked goods needs.]

Empire Records and Bidet [2/4]

[not_entirely]

As Lucas is opening up the store, he hears the most unusual orchestrations coming over the speakers. They're unusual, mostly because he's never put a Bobby Darin cd in the stereo, and because he hasn't turned the damned thing on yet.

Lucas doesn't sing. Ever. So he hums. With words. And then puts on some old school show tunes for today's music mix because, well, he feels like it, okay?

It has nothing to do with him bursting into song or not, got it?

Either way, Empire Records and Bidet is open for business.

FTEC, afternoon

[ladder62.livejournal.com]

Tommy returned from the Baron's place. He'd spent the morning working on it and it looked like everything would be finished by tomorrow. He could've done it today, but he needed to at least put in an appearance at the clinic. Now that Wilson was gone, Tommy was the only person manning the place. Which was good for Tommy since he could now live in Wilson's apartment. Mixed news for Fandom since Tommy's medical skills were emergency, first-response oriented.

Still. Sometimes people just needed a bandage. Or to be told to shut up and stop whining about their problems.

Lacking anything else to do, Tommy busied himself with cleaning and organizing the place.

As he worked, he sung under his breath.

"I use public toilets and I piss on the seats. I walk around in the summertime saying 'How about this heat?'..."

Frankly, this may or may not have anything to do with the spell affecting Fandom. It was Tommy after all.

[ooc: Tommy's free, his player's busy. This post is here for those who said they needed FTEC to be open today. Doctor-types like Hawkeye are free to godmod Tommy not getting in the way as they work. Not like Tommy knows how to use all the machinery ;) ]

Outside the Kwik Stop, Saturday afternoon

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Jay and Silent Bob are doing what Jay and Silent Bob do best. Loitering. And Jay is doing what Jay does worst - hitting on women. After Jay's fourth rebuttal of the day and his subsequent hurled profanities, Silent Bob sighed and shook his head, giving Jay a look that communicated the futility of the situation. Jay slumped as he turned back to his hetero lifemate. "Cold, man. Cold. Don't know what's wrong with these chicks. I'm just looking for some love.

Silent Bob rolled his eyes.

Jay smacked him on the arm. "I was being serious!" He took a deep breath and ( burst into song. )

They both stopped dancing. Jay looked at Silent Bob. "If you ever tell anyone about that, I will hunt you down and kill you, tubby."

Silent Bob spread his hands, disavowing all knowledge of what had gone before. Jay gave him one last glare before turning back to the very important business at hand.

[[The boys are back and mega bonus points to anyone who recognises the song.]]

Cafe Fina, open for dinner 2/4

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Cafe Fina was closed for lunch today and Walter hurried down to open on time after his chat with Cally. Anders had a good partner in her.

After the prior evening, he was feeling good about the night's possibilities. The flowers on the tables were fresh, the silverware was sparkling, and Cafe Fina was open for business. The sea bass had smelled wonderful when he checked the kitchen.

[ooc: ocd threads coming up now up for all your Walter-humiliating needs.]

The Park -Saturday Afternoon

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

Orlin was relaxing in the park, thinking deep thought about life, excistence, basically being all philosophical. That and subconciously designing his next project.

He had escaped Quark after a rather dubious meeting involving singing and dancing, what was going on.

All of a sudden, he started to hum, and the burst out singing...

( the song )

And then he sat down and hoped no one had noticed his song. But apparently he could sing opera... in Italian

Big Group Number

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Once More With Fandom
Big Group Number

As Belthazor and Crowley face off in the park, everyone on the island feels a compulsion to make their way into town. They may not know why, perhaps its the call of the dance, or the Siren song of Broadway...or maybe they just sense a new Belthazor shaped crater appearing in the near future.

Be careful, demons fight dirty. Join the big circle. Divide yourselves in to Greasers and Soc's. KNow what it means to be a Jet, really a Jet. And feel free to sing when the music rises.

Everybody was kung-fu fighting
Those cats were fast as lightning
In fact it was a little bit frightning
But they fought with expert timing

They were funky demon men from funky demontown
They were chopping them up and they were chopping them down
It's an ancient underworld art and everybody knew their part
From a feint into a slip, and kicking from the hip

Everybody was kung-fu fighting
Those cats were fast as lightning
In fact it was a little bit frightning
But they fought with expert timing

There was funky AJ Crowley and Belthazor the young
He said here comes the big boss, lets get it on
We took a bow and made a stand, started swinging with the hand
The sudden motion made me skip now we're into a brand knew trip

Everybody was kung-fu fighting
Those cats were fast as lightning
In fact it was a little bit frightning
But they did it with expert timing

make sure you have expert timing
Kung-fu fighting, had to be fast as lightning

[[OCD threads up. Dance, sing, jazz-hands yourselves into a frenzy. And by all means, keep singing after this!]]

Caritas - Saturday Evening [Open]

[dontcallmeeli.livejournal.com]

Weevil checks on the band before opening the doors to Caritas. He wonders how many people will actually sing tonight. Seems to be a good night for that in this town.

All Hail Mayor Tex!

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

There are days when you just know waking up is going to suck. For Tex it usually comes in the form of someone singing down the radio. Okay, not usually but it does this morning.

Blinking, she grabbed it from the night table and picked it up. "Appo, that better not be you."

Sadly enough it is and he continues to sing during the entire message. "Tex, we've got a situation at the causeway to the mainland."

"What sort of situation?" Tex asked tersely as she sat up in bed. She should get paid for this.

"Some citizens are trying to move all medication back to the mainland." Tex prayed he wasn't yodeling, but it sounded suspiciously like it.

"Keep them there," Tex growled and got up. "And stop that fucking singing."

"I can't, sir!"

Tex rolled her eyes and quickly donned her armour. As quickly as you could put on MJOLNIR armour. A bit later she was out on the causeway. The citizens looked appropriately terrified and intimidated. It didn't take much to convince them to let the troopers unload the truck and move all the meds to the school clinic.

When twenty minutes later, Tex got to hear the radio, she thoroughly had it. Not that she could blame Aeryn for her actions, but this had gone far enough. This had to end and as the elections seemed to have come to a grinding halt due to another opponent, it seemed there was only one course of action.

Tex went up to the Town Hall and installed herself in the mayor's office. No one seemed to have the heart to argue with her and she could live with that. Whether the ducks would, that was a different matter.

Let it be known that there is a new usurper mayor in town. Elections be damned, but that's just the way things go in Fandom.

Around the park, Saturday night

[demonbelthazor]

Bel walked through the dark rainy streets of Fandom, trying to sort out what he had to do. Find Darla and Dru and make sure they were all right. Find Blank and kick his ass back to the mainland. Find Phoebe and explain...no, no point in that. He was still fuzzy on what had happened last night. He'd been so sure he was with Phoebe, but it was just some convenient substitute. He'd told her he was sorry and he loved her, but saying that to the real Phoebe now would be pointless.

So what now? He couldn't bring himself to kill her, even now. Or Piper. Maybe if he killed some other witches and brought their heads to the Source he could claim he succeeded in his mission, but even then the Seer or the Oracle might realize the truth. If he didn't kill them, he'd die, or have to run. What kind of demon -- or man -- would he be if he did that?

As he walked he heard music, and against his will ( he began to sing: )

The streets of Fandom, Saturday night

[not_entirely]

Figuring that no one had come into the shop, that he was bored, and that the stereo system in his store had become possessed or something, Lucas decided to close up early and take a walk.

Of course, the music somehow followed him.

( But he didn't sing. Totally didn't sing. )

"I'm beginning to hate this town. . . ."

The Fourth Sin - Saturday Night

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky was slouched behind the desk, a beer in hand.

She was seriously entertaining thoughts of going back up to her room and hiding, Miho's wrath about a wasted night of patronage be damned.

Mauvaise Chance Apartment Lobby, Saturday Evening

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

Quark was having a rather quiet day, and had been blissfully unaware of the various musical maladies that had been accursing the town.

Sadly, that was about to change. As in his boredom, he began to hum. And it wasn't long before he was singing to a non-existan audience.
( The song begins... )

But that isn't the whole tune... but strangely, the next verse isn't Quark's...