All and Sundries - Thursday

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Baldrick is not only walking around with a top hat and cane...

But now he insists on being called not "Baldrick", but "Bustopher Jones".

Jane doesn't get it.

All and Sundries is open.

Wine, Wenches 'n Song [4-6pm FDT]

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Barbossa was spinning himself silly in his chair waiting for the clock to shift over to 4 o'clock.

"Wheee! This be the pirate, it be Thursday, 'n this be Wine, Wenches 'n Song," he said into the microphone. "I be givin' ye advice 'n playin' yer requests. I can even be helpin' ye understand humor if ye be so terribly confused by it..."

He pushed a button. "Fer example, this song be unintentionally hysterical."

"MacArthur Park" blasted from the speakers.

"The pirate be in," he said as the song ended. "The phone lines be open. Bother me."

The Park; Early Afternoon.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Not having a class until seventh period totally rocked. Chad had slept in late with a puppy curled up on the foot of his bed, and then, after taking care of things like washing and feeding, set out to take Mizu for a walk, with the intention of wearing the pup back out so he would rest in his room while he had his class, and then Ranma could come get him afterwards. Because, of course, not being the morbid type, he fully expected to see Ranma in Science! and show off all the base research work he'd done for their project and Ranma, having blown off some steam, would be impressed and they'd be cool again.

As he strolled around the park, Chad watched the bouncing puppy at the end of the leash with intrigue. Yesterday, Mizu had seemed a little confused, but it struck Chad as interesting that the confusion was only temporary before he just went back to being his usual cute puppy self, as if he was almost used to Ranma leaving him with someone else for a day or two. It didn't surprise Chad, per say, but he found it something to ponder.

He didn't mind the light drizzle, and neither, apparantly, did Mizu. But that made sense that a dog named 'Water' would like a little bit of rain. "Hey," he mumbled idly to the dog. "Maybe I should start calling you Agua."

The thought amused Chad.

[[ Mizu modded with permission; I'm disappearing for class for an hour and a half, but then will be back with a vengence to get any tags ]]

Luke's Diner, Thursday

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude was planning like a cunning planning thing. After all, one's three months was apparently a big deal. Jude should learn to take everything Jonesy says regarding dating with a grain of salt, but Caitlin and Jen were backing him up on this.

Er, planning. Yes. Scribbling on napkins, staring off into space, that sort of thing.

Luke's is open.

Cafe Fina, Thursday

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter opened the restaurant completely on time, no, really and went to see what latest excitement was being perpetrated by the kitchen staff. He really wondered why they'd been acting so oddly lately.

Today it was the pro-plant lobby versus the vegetarians. Grand.

Our Lady of Fandom; Thursday [ 09/14 ]

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rosette had totally been opening the church regularly, shut up.

But, for the most of the day, Our Lady of Fandom was actually closed for a private, candlelit ceremony.

One of the little old ladies' cats had died, choked to death on a mouse that was just a little too big, matched up with a chronic hairball problem.

There were many tears and sad, soulful organ music. Rosette had even found a black habit and spoke what she found to be quite a moving eulogy. "Alas, poor Mittens, I knew ye well. Even if you put more scratches in my shins than I wish to remember, you always did manage to be cute every once in while, when your nose wasn't dripping with snot as if you had the kitty-plague. Lo, let the Lord recieve Mittens into little kitty heaven, where there are no dogs, but plenty of goldfish. And, by the love of the angels and the heavens and the saints, amen."

After the ceremony, though, the church became available for all again, but with a very somber presences overhanging it.

They will bury Mittens tomorrow, postponed due to the drizzle.


[[heh, available for all your churchly needs]]

Caritas -- Thursday, Sept 14

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe opened Caritas early tonight as she was also studying a text from Dr. Wilson's class.

She chatted with the zombie band and straightened up the lounge.

Once all of that was done, she opened the doors for the night.

Fast Eddie's -Thursday Evening

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"So they do have pool in the future, then huh?" Dean asked Alec as they walked into Fast Eddie's, both of them heading towards the pool tables. Dean looked around the place. "They got bowling too?"


[ooc open for all your bowling and pool hustling playing needs :)]

Sewer entrance near The Sin

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Blair bounced to a random grate and grinned at Rosette. "I think we should start here. It seems like the best place to put the underground." He eyed the sewer and his cast for a moment and bounced.

"Lady nuns first?"

[ooc: Obviously for nun_better but open to anyone else who has a reason to be in the sewers with a nun and a hippie.]

The Park, Thursday Night

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A cup of coffee cradled in her hands, and clad in a bulky sweater, Laura took advantage of a break in the rain to wander across the way to the park. She lowered herself onto a bench, bringing her knees up to her chin. Around her, she listened to the rustle of wind in the trees, crickets and other creatures beginning their nightly performance; she could smell the moist earth, left from the rain earlier in the day. It was a nice change from New Caprica...and something else to write home about.

[Open for any of your Thursday night park needs. Laura's available for interaction...for a little while, at least.]