Aeropagitica, Thursday, 8 June

[rup-giles.livejournal.com]

Unlocking the door, Giles frowned at the perpetual overcast. Here's hoping it at least has the decency to rain sticky toffee, if it must rain pudding again.

He's at the counter actually working on writing in his Watcher's Journals. There are various references scattered around him, including the infamous "Book of Vampyre" fished out from under the bed where it certainly never was.

Empire Records and Bidet: [6/8]

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

One of the problems of being Dada? Is the fact that you have to deal with the aftermath of your actions. So Jamie is in the process of putting the entire record collection back in order, even though the classification of music by color was much more attractive to the eye.

He also has a couple of duplicates outside hosing off all the pudding that is stuck on the store windows and walls and a couple more trying to corral all the cute yet very clingy kittens that seem to have invaded the store.

Luckily all the kittens seem to be a fan of a certain Andrew Lloyd Webber musical.

Empire is open. Don't step on the kittens.

J,GOB

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Anyone seeing Willow on her way to J,GoB might notice the rose colored ribbon in her hair. Or they might notice the long, flowy peasant skirt which might be a little warm for the weather but which matched the ribbon.

Or they might skip all of that and notice the hoard of kittens that were playing about the hem of said skirt and gathering around her like she was a pied piper of kitties.

Willow got some milk, then took a seat and tried to feed and comfort the clingy kittens as much as one girl with two hands could do.

She might be heard to say things like "Who's got widdle whiskers? You do! Yes, you do!" because some things were inevitable.

[ooc: Willow's only here for Peter and for lunchtime, but feel free to use for other J,GoB needs.]

Luke's Diner, Thursday

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

You see that piece of paper in Jude's hand, that he's occasionally scribbling on in between bouts of pensive thought? Totally not a recipe for raspberry soup. Honestly. Really.

Luke's is open for your dining and pudding-free needs.

Outside the Kwik Stop, Thursday

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

After all this teaching and dating shit, Jay and Silent Bob had decided that it was time for a return to their roots. Which meant the boombox, the Time, the dancing, the incessant profanity, and more than a little touch of the eighties.

Caritas - Open [6/8]

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica had a tablet in front of her and was making notes on the things she had learned during her conversations with Cameron and Willow earlier in the day and jotting down some ideas of possible places to obtain more information.

She was so distracted that she didn't notice the drummer's hand was about to fall off. Hopefully it would make it through the night.



[up early by request; limited/no interaction with V until 6ish EST]

Fandom Radio: Wine, Wenches 'n Song [4-6pm]

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

Barbossa, after padlocking his secret stash of rum and putting a Very Important Sign on it (This Be Not Rum), sat down in his chair and flipped on the microphone.

"This be Wine, Wenches 'n Song. I be Barbossa, here t' offer ye advice 'n play yer requests assumin' they be not Celine Dion. Bother me."

He flipped on "What Do You Do (With a Drunken Sailor)"--his version of a mighty romantic song--and waited for calls to come in

By the Pond, Mid Afternoon

[ascended-being.livejournal.com]

He is sitting on a small folded piece of cloth, a basket sitting next to him. Eventually, he leans over and begins to take stuff out.

Some chocolate, a drink, a camera, some kind of glowey thing, pliers, three nails and a purple hat.

Not your normal picnic is it?

The Beach: Thursday morning

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Apart from occasional puddles of pudding, it was a glorious morning.

Cedric had handwavily picked up Jack, as promised, and they'd made their way to the beach. Now they were just waiting for the other member of their party to arrive.

[ooc: open for all your beach needs, but Cedric, Isabel, Jack thread locked to them]

Galactica Point, evening.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

( Hamlet led Ophelia down to the beach. )

[OOC: Everything with Hamlet and Ophelia is locked. Open for anything else on the beach.]