Wine, Wenches 'n Song [4-6PM FST]

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Barbossa was back in the studio, juggling apples as he spun around in his chair.

Not that anyone could see that because, well, radio.

"This be Wine, Wenches 'n Song," he said into the microphone. "And I, o' course, be Barbossa. This be yer opportunity t' get me advice about wenches, or t' get me t' play songs fer ye. This week I be not playin' anythin' by either o' the Simpson wenches, so don't ask. Ye be not likin' them fer their singin' abilities, anyway."

He bit into an apple with a smile. "The lines be open," he said, "bother me."

He pushed a button and "Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)" came blasting through the speakers.

Empire Records & Bidet: [7/13]

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Jamie opens up Empire Records and settles down to start reading the "B" volume of the encyclopedia as he waits for customers to show up.

All and Sundries, 7/13

[blackadder-nth.livejournal.com]

The best thing to be said for the day, in Edmund's opinion, was that it wasn't a Friday, the 13th - Thursday the 13th being moderately less abysmal

All and Sundries is open.

Galactica Point - afternoon

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

A day off. Terrific concept. After saying good-bye to Isabel for the week, Parker donned her suit, grabbed a bag of beach stuff, her cellphone and camera, her shades and a towel, and headed to the beach.

Right now, she's laying out on a towel, and snickering at the adventures of Ammy and Lord Byron Sheffield ("Bud" to his friends) in Storms of Silver. Wow. Sand can go some weird places, when you're stuck on a deserted island...

[open to all]

Luke's Diner, Thursday

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"But surely you can't kill them all!" said the cruller in its girly falsetto.

"But of course I can," the butch Dutchie replied. "For I am . . . Dragon Thunder!"

Reenacting mindless action flicks with donuts? Jude? Never.

Luke's is open.

Caritas - Open [7/13]

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica arrived at work early so she could make a phone call before work.

Once that was settled, she got everything ready and opened Caritas for the night.




[ooc: I love you all for keeping my Caritas nights so busy and interesting lately, but I have six episodes of SG1 to watch before tomorrow at 9p EST. Factoring in sleep & work, that doesn't give me a lot of time. Please mod Tino for drinks tonight. V will be around for interaction, but it will be slow.]

Through town to the causeway

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel had to keep reminding herself that the cab was waiting and there was a flight to catch. It was too easy to let her feet drag as she and Greg walked from the camp to the parking lot at the causeway.

[ooc: locked to Greg & Isabel please]

Cafe Fina, Thursday

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Alfred was writing notes on a little note pad, sketching out ideas for classes.

Camouflage? Lockpicking? Maybe the ancient and noble art of disguise.

Cafe Fina was open.

The streets of Fandom, after dark

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia retrieved what she wanted from the backroom of Empire and locked the staff door behind her. She was grinning ear to ear. This was precisely the sort of adventure she'd been wanting to have.

She pulled her black skicap lower down on her head and skulked over to the front of the building, keeping away from the windows. She reached into the paper bag she'd retrieved and pulled out a stick of blue sidewalk chalk, scrawling something swiftly across the side of the building.

Then she skulked away again, giggling, to find some other spot to "graffiti".

The next morning, Lucas would open the store to find The Man was here! written in blue block letters next to the main window.

[ooc: Just a mini bit of nonsense. Come join the girl for fun, harmless vagabondery! Putting up OCD as I get permission to mod writing on buildings!

No need to jump in at Empire, you can say that you ran into Nadia anywhere.]