Monday Afternoon: On the rocks by the beach

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

No classes today. And Lana just needed to get *out* for a bit. She dressed warmly, threw a book, a blanket and a thermos of hot chocolate into her backpack and headed out to the beach. It seemed like forever since she'd been out there and she missed the quiet peace of sitting up on the rocks watching the waves.

Within minutes she could feel herself relaxing and starting to feel more centered. She'd needed this.


[OOC: Phoebe will be stopping by, but anyone is welcome to visit.]

Monday, Sparky Repairs

[heterodine.livejournal.com]

Agatha was humming. She was in a cheery mood. The radio did not say anything bad about her, and life in general was pretty good. Hence the humming. Now if she could just figure out how this darned thing Camulus gave her worked. How was she supposed to determine how to fix it if she couldn't even look at it's insides? She puzzled over it, as the dingbots busied themselves with cleaning the store and making it generally welcoming to visitors.

[ooc: open. come interact, help puzzle over the healing thingy, etc.]

All and Sundries, 2/20

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

Edmund is seated behind the counter alternating between looking at GQ and his own reflection in a hand mirror. For a change his sneer appears to be directed at something other than customers, Baldrick, or the world in general. Today's sneer might be directed at his hair.

All and Sundries is open.

Aereopagitica, Monday Morning

[rup-giles.livejournal.com]

Giles has opened the store. A small card on the counter says:

"President's Day Sale. All items by Founding Fathers 50% off (first editions excluded)."

Cafe Fina, Monday

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Because Alfred enjoys a good celebration, Cafe Fina has been decorated with pictures of famous presidents.


Because Alfred is also patriotic, Cafe Fina has also been decorated with pictures of famous English kings, queens, and prime ministers. Winston Churchill holds the seat of honor over the doors to the kitchen, across from Abraham Lincoln.


_{[[OCD threads coming up!]]}

Town Hall - Monday

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex is in her office. There's a list in front of her and after throwing a dart at the board, she writes down something on it.

Fandom: new name

Texville
Textown
Allison Island
The kingdom of Tex
Texland
Tex City
The Republic of Tex
Tex' Empire
New Tex
Mount Tex
The Duckless State of Tex
Texworld

Caritas, Monday, OPEN

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod set the bar up and cleaned especially well. He pulled out the account books and placed them neatly next to the register. He hadn't seen Lorne yet, but he wanted to make sure that the bar met with his employer's approval upon the demon's return.

Perhaps most surprising to Jarod was how much he'd missed Lorne. He'd never really had anyone to miss before, other than Parker.

Sanctity, Evening

[notavegetarian.livejournal.com]

Zhaan had, once again, given up on getting any sort of conversation out of Batou that didn't involve boxing. Not that she disliked boxing, but even a member of the Delvian Seek can't talk about it every day for a week straight.

Opening the shop in the evening was unusual, but it gave her something to do. The shelves, for instance, needed dusting.

Prodding the dog (who apparently was bored with the upstairs) out of her way as she crossed back and forth over the floor, Zhaan found herself humming vaguely off-key along with the radio.

Monday evening, The Perk and environs

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

Edmund was sick to death of Baldrick. Sick beyond reason. Sicker than smallpox. One more look at Baldrick's blistered face and Edmund was going to commit several crimes and pray that he could go back in time to commit them again.

Having someone else brew the tea was just the remedy.

He left the Perk with a steaming hot cup of tea and a scone tucked under his arm. As he stepped off the curb to cross the street, something not at all good happened as the heel of his shoe became caught on a sewer grate.

The sounds of cursing were loud in the otherwise quiet evening as Edmund toppled forward, his ankle twisting painfully and his tea thankfully flying away from him, catching his spotless white ruffled shirt with just a bare spray of hot brown liquid.

And his scone tumbled out its bag, soaking up dirty water and spilled tea as it rolled away from him not unlike a flaming tire.

[ooc: Feel free to use the Perk. Edmund has a hero on his way.]

The streets of Fandom, Monday night

[superartie]

Artie is out and wandering the streets.

He seems to be laying out construction paper roads to mark short cuts.

He would not be adverse to coming across someone in the need of saving.

No.

Not adverse at all.