Empire Records and Bidet: 9/28

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

After Ethics, Jamie opens up Empire records and starts sorting all the albums from being in alphabetical order into genre and undoing all of Chad's careful work.

Luke's Diner, Thursday

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude was being creative again.

You probably don't want to know how.

You probably couldn't even identify the meat.

He was having fun though.

Luke's is open.

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

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

Barbossa was dancing around the studio to "Me Hips Be Not Lyin'" before it was time for the broadcast to begin.

The members of Teal Dear who had assembled were probably traumatized. "Pirate" and that particular definition of "booty shakin'" should not be acquainted.

After the song was over, Barbossa flipped the microphone on. "It be Thursday, which be makin' the program Wine, Wenches 'n Song, 'n me Barbossa." He spun around in his chair. "Today I be havin' special guests in the studio--they be members o' the Fandom-grown band Teal Dear. Who be not actual deer, in case ye be wonderin'. They be playin' their first concert o'er at Caritas on Saturday 'n be here t' make sure that it be more than the zombie band watchin' them do it. Please be givin' them a hearty welcome."

He pressed a button on the console and the sound of applause came out of the speaker.

"So I be here t' take yer requests, the band be here if ye be wantin' t' chat wit' them, and the squirrels be in the studio t' get the band's autographs. It be quite the busy day here at Pirate Radio. The phone lines be open. Bother us!"

Our Lady of Fandom; Thursday [ 09/28 ]

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Sure, in the tentative schedual, Mondays and Mondays only were intented to be the days Rosette would be in the confessional.

Then again, she hadn't exactly intended to get drunk off of home-distilled alcohol, either.

Chrono kept the coffee brewing for her and an eye on things in the church while she closed herself up in the confessional, clutching her mug, but mostly just staring, hungover, at the wall inside the little booth. Sometimes she stared at the door, trying to figure out ways to lock it.

And she made a confession of her own:

"Our Father in Heaven, forgive my sin,
Of getting wasted on homespun gin."

Sure, it hadn't actually been gin, but gin was a lot easier to rhyme than vodka was.

Her penance? Fifteen Hail Mary's. Tomorrow.


[[ open for all your churchly needs ]]

All and Sundries - Thursday

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

Jane came into work and disappeared into the storage room...

Too... Get familiar with the stock...

Really.

The fact that she doesn't come out all day?

Means she's hard at work.

Really.

Baldrick can help you, he's helpful like that.

All and Sundries is open.

Cafe Fina, Thursday

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Once again, there's the sound of silence in Cafe Fina. This time because the entire staff is on strike. Just verbally.

That hasn't stopped quite a lot of very eloquent gesticulation.

Wadsworth is hovering in the dining room over the lunch shift, having been told something very rude in unofficial international sign language. He was looking forward to handing things over to Walter for the dinner shift.

Aereopagitica 29 September

[rup-giles.livejournal.com]

Giles opened the store completely punctually wow it's been a wierd day don't ask as per usual.

Today, he's working on "The Battle of Maldon."

Of course in the original Anglo-Saxon. Hmph.

Caritas, Wednesday evening

[fates_jaye]

Jaye's bored, mostly, which is why she heads to Caritas, in case there are any Jarods or hookers to taunt or drinking nuns or something. It's her own fault she's early for once in her life, and the zombies are in the process of doing a sound check. One gestures her towards the bar, and she takes a seat.

She then realizes that in order to drink something, she kind of has to get it herself. So she goes behind the bar.

And kind of kind of likes it back here. It's a new perspective, all weird and stuff. She can stay. And warn people away from the tequila.


[OCD is up, yay!]

The streets of Fandom, Thursday night

[superartie]

Artie was enjoying a brisk walk down his short cuts with Mortimer. He seemed to be in quite a cheerful mood.

Then, suddenly, he stopped and sniffed the air.

"Mortimer! Do you smell that? . . . Indeed, it does smell a bit like a dungbeetle mixed with haggis! Oh, but it's a foul wind that blows over town! This could only mean one thing! . . . No, not that we're downwind from the town dump! It means that my arch-nemesis is coming! TEH EMOO. We must prepare!"

Mortimer just kind of buzzed in a confused fashion, but followed Artie as he continued down the short cut.

[ooc: can be interacted with, but mostly here for establishy purposes for this weekend's plot.]