All and Sundries, Saturday morning

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

Baldrick could (with some effort and much sounding out) read. So it only took him half an hour to decipher the note for him that he found stuck to the front window of the shop. The note said that Mr. Blackadder was not feeling well, to open the shop, and clean up that mess by the picture frames.

If there was an occasional sound from upstairs, that really wasn't his place to get nosy about, was it?

Baldrick set up his easel next to the register and sat down to finish his masterwork.

[ooc: All and Sundries will be closed in the afternoon. Get your shopping on while there's a sale Baldrick mans the register.]

The Perk - Saturday Morning

[untouchableskin.livejournal.com]

Marie was blissfully unaware of any drama that might be going on with people saying goodbye or her new friend Nadia getting stood up on her date thanks to the fact that no one had introduced her to the radio station yet.

So she woke up early and decided to get dressed and head in to town. Willow had introduced her to the love of mochas the other day and it seemed as good a way as any to start the weekend.



[ooc: open for interaction, but I will be afk on and off so tags might be slow!]

Empire Records and Bidet [5/13]

[not_entirely]

Marc was in town. Not doing much, really, just bumming about between shows on their exclusive tour, but as a favor to Lucas, they decided to go ahead and open up Empire for him today.

And screw the stereo system. Today it was all about live music. And a lot of fake blood and everything, of course.

[ooc: Just a reminder, Marc is Mark's surprisingly successful Gwar tribute band. They are also completely moddable. Which is why they're in town, as I'm about to r u n n o f t to go see an exhibit on Dada at the National Gallery. Hell, if Artie's going to teach it, I might as well know something about it, right? ;D

So. Empire is open for all your music, art, fake blood, buttons, and special brownies needs. Just mod the band.]

The Bachelor Pad, Apocalypse Ave - Friday evening

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

Ted was outside putting a sign up. It read 'Room for Rent'. Since Blonde British Babe was gone, the attic room was free. Ted was sorry that she was gone, but life went on. With the sign in place, Ted sat down in his deck chair on the lawn and waited. Rooms rarely stayed empty for long on Fandom.

[OOC: The room is locked to blonde_elle, but feel free to chat to Ted about unrelated matters. There will be another room open some time next week. Email me if interested.]

Saturday afternoon, the park

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

The day was overcast, the ducks were oblivious, the park benches were currently not kicking people who tried to sit on them.

( It did see a few visitors to the park... )

[ooc: The park is open for your park-like needs. Walter, Adella, and Nadia are now gone and not available for interaction.]

All and Sundries: Saturday Afternoon (After events in the park)

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

( Come into my parlor... )

All and Sundries is closed.

[ooc: That Nadia, Pippi, and Walter went into the store and Baldric came out is okay. All else is NFB. All players are gone and not available for interaction]]

Outside Caritas: Saturday Evening

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Since there wasn't anything else interesting to do in the bar.

( God save the Queen... She'll need it )

[[ooc: Pre-played, code fixed, interaction not possible.]]

Saturday Night || The Arms Hotel

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

( Begging the Mercy of Hell )

[ooc: That Parker came to talk is ok for broadcast, worldwide in fact because who would have ever thought it would happen. The Arms Hotel and Exorcisms is open for your lodging needs, but if you want to chat casually with the demon I'd point you back here where he's likely to be in a better mood.]

And here's some shameless begging for feedback. Just because there's no IC interaction doesn't mean you can't fawn on Pippi and Walter here.

J, GOB [Saturday Afternoon]

[chasingsnitches.livejournal.com]

Cedric opens the door into Jeff's and let's Jack go in first. He hasn't had any sweet, save for some jellybeans, since arriving at Fandom. Of course, he's not exactly sure what's good so he might just let Jack pick the pastry.

[Open for your J,GOB needs. Cedric's with Jack though.]

Caritas - Saturday Evening [Open]

[dontcallmeeli.livejournal.com]

Weevil opens the doors to Caritas. So far tonight, the zombie band appears to be intact.

18 Apocalypse Ave, Saturday Night

[blonde-elle.livejournal.com]

Elle unpacked and decorated the attic room until it felt like a space she was comfortable in. She stowed the suitcases in the closet, had all her clothes hung and shoes racked, and went downstairs to bake a batch of cookies.

With cookies and soda and James White's The Legal Imagination: Studies in the Nature of Legal Thought and Expression, she sprawled out on the porch and waited for passers by or word of a party.

"You know, Bruiser, not enough people take identity politics into consideration in court, but if you act like a criminal or look like one? You're really not going to have a fair trial." she said to the dog at her feet. He looked at her with an expression of //Elle, do you have the faintest idea what you're talking about?//

Ching Tai, evening

[susanofnarnia.livejournal.com]

Susan waited in a booth for Jenny to show, and fiddled with the chopsticks. What a week. So many new students, and stuck in the middle with no warning-- Peter.

She really needed to talk to a friend much more than she needed dinner.

[here for romanywitch but available for all your Ching Tai needs]
[That Jenny & Susan talked and had Chinese is okay for broadcast; the conversation is very NFB. Assume the waiters kept moving the shrubbery]

The Fourth Sin - Saturday Evening

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

The Sin is open.

Becky? Not so much behind the desk, though surely if anyone came in, she'd show. She's a good businesswoman that way.

[Becky and I are around. She'll show up in the comments if anyone wanders in. :)]

Evening, Sanctity

[notavegetarian.livejournal.com]

Perhaps she should have opened the shop earlier, but Zhaan was distracted by the never-ending rain. (srsly. We haven't seen sunlight since Tuesday. SEND HELP.) While her garden would survive the deluge, she wasn't particularly fond of being soaked to the skin. It was easier to simply meditate in her room.

Now, though, the shop was slightly dusty (Batou was a horrible housekeeper), Gabriel was sleeping under one of the plant stands, and Zhaan had a duster.

Music wafted from the speakers.