The Park, Sunday Night

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Alfred wandered through the park, letting his mind wander. He used it as a form of meditation, his evening walks. Letting everything sort of come together in his mind.

Today he was thinking about how empty the town seemed with most of the students off on vacation or in Britain. Much like the mansion had seemed when Bruce left.

He sincerly hoped Bruce was alright, wherever he was. For that matter, he hoped Walter was alright, temporally displaced as he was.

He worried about them both.

Almost idly, he wondered how a vampire could get sick, or if the radio broadcasters had mixed up their information.

_{[[OOC: Open for all your park and/or talking to Alfred needs.]]}

Aereopagitica: Monday Morning

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Lana shows up a little bit before 10 to start her first day of work. Mr. Giles seemed a bit distracted and busy doing some sort of research, so she figured she was pretty much on her own for a bit.

She opened the store on time and set out to familiarize her self with the store while she waited for any customers.

All and Sundries, 3/6

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

Edmund was in a fine mood. His new look made him feel very self-confident - which, for an already self-confident man might be a dangerous thing for those around him.

He had found a geneology site and was having a fine time reading about other Blackadders through history.

All and Sundries is open.

J,GOB Monday

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After having spent the morning doing some final clean up and painting in her office, she finally realized she was ready for some socialization.

She headed back to the dorms and swapped out her dirty, ratty jeans and paint-splattered t-shirt and looked more than decent. Snatching up her wallet, she crammed it into her jacket pocket and picked up her new book, Positive Portents to read while she sat in Jeff's and picked at a frightengly dense muffin.


[[for ladder62, but if you need J,GOB you can jump in here.]]

Monday, Sparky Repairs

[heterodine.livejournal.com]

Agatha woke up with a yawn. It had been a long weekend, involving taking the Robopet apart and then attempting to put it together. Unfortunately that did not go so well. Today was the day to attempt to fix that.

[ooc: store is open. walter, do you want to handwave picking up your 3 bots?]

The Perk, Monday lunchtime

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Having spent the weekend decorating his kitchen, Daniel decided that he needed a change of scenery and headed into town. It was nice not to have to worry about classes for a change, and also quite nice not jetting off around the world.

He had coffee. He had a notebook and pen. He had paint colors, and three rooms that still needed to be done.

Daniel told himself that he wasn't going to leave until he'd made a decision on the colors for at least one of them.


[[ooc: Open to all, and for all your Perk needs]]

Park Bench, Leprechaun Vista, near Mauvais Chance, Midday.

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Kiki swung her heels under the bench, keeping an eye out down the street for Phoebe. She would probably be coming from the other direction, from the hotel, so Kiki turned her head to look over her shoulder periodically.

Cafe Fina, Monday

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Alfred came racing down the stairs from his apartment, bundled up in his coat and carrying a black bag in one hand. If you're fast enough, you have seen him shove a small case marked "Wayne Enterprises Biotech" into his bag.

"Wadsworth!" he shouted to the other butler as he ran past. "Important bussiness. Keep the restaurant running until I get back!"

Wadsworth blinked as his employer shot past him, obviously very confused. Deep within the recesses of his brain, he wondered if, just perhaps, there was some secret involved here. Something... profitable.

_{[[OOC: Wait for the OCD threads. Threads up! Alfred will be out on plot bussiness most of the day, so feel free to mod Wadsworth into getting you your food.]]}

Caritas, Monday Night [Open]

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For the second week in a row, no Jarod on Monday. GOB thought that he would have to stop by the Sin and make sure Jarod was okay. Or - in a plan that was much, much better for his own well-being - he could just take the shift and write all of the booze he drank tonight as a business expense.

GOB liked Plan B so much that he toasted to it.

[OOC: I'll be around in about 20 minutes. Until then, bug Tino. W00t.]

Town Hall - Monday

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Tex by now is bored with F.E.A.R and is back to playing darts. There's a picture of a familiar looking duck stuck to the board. You probably shouldn't ask her how she got the picture, there's a whole unit of troopers out there who still get made fun off about their little special mission.

[Luke's Diner, Monday afternoon]

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Krycek grabbed a table for three and thanked the waitress as she dropped off menus and water for D'anna, Molly and him.

"I think I'll have fries too, and a burger. And maybe a salad and a shake." He looked at the other two expectantly, folding his menu down already.

Sanctity, Evening

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Another week, another night, another Monday. Zhaan was beginning to understand the loathing for Monday as she poked around the shop, hunting dustbunnies. It was so... Monday. And irritating (possibly, that was Batou, though Zhaan was firmly convinced it was Monday).

There was music playing again, this time something vaguely poppy.