Sparky Repairs, Friday

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John's unable to sleep. Big suprise. So... he's opening Sparky Repairs a bit early.

Okay, so he's trying to find a way to get that stupid hand that he built a few weeks ago to function as his real hand since he still hasn't gone to the damn clinic because he's stubborn.

Aereopagitica: Friday 6[-9]

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana opened up the bookstore on time. She was in an amazingly good mood and might even be caught singing as she worked.

The Perk, Friday Afternoon

[janet_fraiser]

After this mornings Things To Do At The Beach, Janet headed to the Perk to get a mocha before heading back to the dorms, and possibly the book fair.

The pudding had been bad enough. The kittens were adorable, even though Janet herself was more of a dog person. But what was up with all the frogs? She'd had to nudge at least three of them out of the way to open the door to the coffee shop.

OOC: Open for interaction and all your Perkly needs. Contents of the conversation with Veronica are NFB, but the fact of the conversation is just fine.

All and Sundries, 6/9

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

There are frogs in the store.

There are frogs and a delighted Baldrick chasing them around and reciting some of his favorite frog recipes.

There are frogs, a delighted Baldrick, and an irritable Blackadder.

What else is new? Besides the frogs, of course.

All and Sundries is open.

Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

The zombies were somewhat falling apart. The bar wasn't stocked. And for some reason, GOB couldn't find his shirt. Don't ask.

Tino finally walked in, done with his Book Fair duties, and GOB stared him down. "Where were you? What, were you working the day shift at another karaoke bar? Do you know how many people you hurt with this? Our guitarist has no fingers. He's crying, Tino. Look at him. He's crying. Our drummer's spleen fell out. You let that happen. And, dear God, I wannt a drink really bad. Get it together, Tino!"

"It's clear you have a problem. Look, whatever it is you're on, pot, LSD, Oxy, tropical frogs... Whatever. You have to stop it. Not just for yourself, but for everyone who has to put up with you. Help yourself. Help your coworkers. But most of all, help me. You're keeping me from drinking. Stop it. Get off the dope, Tino."

It was almost word for word the same speech he gave to Jamie Madrox the other day. GOB wasn't one to waste a good speech.

Caritas was open.

[OOC: I will be distracted tonight. Ping me on AIM if you need me. Otherwise, mod Tino.]

Cafe Fina, evening

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

After a rather... interesting week, Alfred was looking forward to taking a little break when he returned to Fandom. Business as usual. Everything as it should be.

Of course, it wasn't. And he chided himself for being foolish enough to believe it would be. It wasn't difficult to figure out who had paid for the remodling and modernization. Especially when they had been foolish enough to order a number of hibachi's stamped with the company logo.

Then again, it was likely they weren't looking for secrecy, considering the card. A fortnight early, perhaps, but the gesture was well appreciated.


Now to inspect the "other" rooms that had been added by the contractors.


These were the interesting ones.

Cafe Fina was not open.

_{[[Alfred's back. Cafe Fina is now new and improved and with even more neat stuff. And a new decor. And one or two other things.]]}