Town Hall - Monday

[yesmanbraca]

Braca arrives precisely on time and, as per his routine, opens Town Hall methodically and efficiently. There are no new messages on the answering machine, no new reports from the troopers and, sometimes, Braca yearns for something, anything, to occupy his time.

He wouldn't go so far as to want an invasion but seeing the troopers argue with each other might be amusing.

Luke's Diner, Monday 8/21

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim's at work, but he's not in the best of moods. Please come eat anyway, he promised himself he wouldn't take it out on anyone. Can't garuntee the service will come with a smile today though. Or much talking.

will be afk for a bit, so might be a while before I return any pings here.

Monday Morning, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes

[fredoftheburrow.livejournal.com]

Fred opens the shop as usual, laying out the mat. He props the door open today, as it is quite lovely outside.

[ooc: please say whether you step on the mat]

Aereopagitica: Monday [8-21]

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana opened the store a little early and straightened everything up before settling in to wait for customers.

The park, Monday afternoon

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude, for once, wasn't circumnavigating the park at entirely unsafe velocities. In fact, he was even sitting still. He was sitting by the edge of the duck pond with a bag of heels, crumbling the bread for the ducks. Which in this town wasn't probably the safest of activities, but Jude was a little distracted by the scrapbook open on his lap, looking over the summer.

Dude. Summer was almost over. And he still didn't know where he'd be in the fall.

Bummer.

[[Open like an open thing wot's open.]]

Outside the Kwik Stop, Monday

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Jay has been saying a certain word which doesn't belong on a public comm over and over again. Actually, he's been saying this certain word (ostensibly to a beat) constantly for the last seventeen and a half minutes.

Bob's been timing him.

Cafe Fina, Monday

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Wadsworth opened the restaurant and prepared to run the place all by himself. Why did some people insist on having annoyingly inconvenient personal lives?

[ooc: No OCD. Mod Wadsworth for anything you need, lunch or dinner.]

The Beach, Monday evening

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

*splash*

Even sandy beaches had rocks, and when there weren't rocks, there were usually shells. Either way, it was something to throw.

Throwing rocks and shells into the water as hard as he could was only slightly thereputic. Satisfying, but not exactly making him feel better. The information that Yang had handwavily let slip had not made things any easier. Let alone what Yang had shown up intending to tell him.

*splash*

Tim threw the last rock with even more force, then sat down hard in the sand, knees drawn up to his chin. It was possible that he'd been crying.

Empire Records and Bidet, [8/21]

[not_entirely]

Lucas sighed as he looked over the books again. He just couldn't do it. He couldn't run this store without going completely insane.

Empire could not be saved, it seemed.

He only had a few days left, so he opened the store after his workshop instead of taking the afternoon off. Might as well make the most of his last few days with his store.

[ooc: mostly for one person, but Empire is open nonetheless.]

Caritas, Monday Evening

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod came running in late after a final class that had gone on a little longer than he'd expected. He opened the doors immediately, then set about getting everything else ready. Hopefully he'd finish before it got busy.