Town Hall - Monday

[yesmanbraca]

Braca is asleep on the job. He wasn't hungover or sick or anything. No, he'd just discovered Tetris last night and vowed to defeat the game before going to sleep.

As you can see, the game defeated him and level 42 is not worthy of a Captain. When Braca wakes up, Tetris is going down.

Aereopagitica: Monday [10-2]

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana was once again singing as she opened the store. Jim was back and all was well with her world.

Our Lady of Fandom; Monday [ 10/02 ]

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

After a great deal of pacing and debating back and forth down the side aisles of the chruch, Rosette had resolved that, yes, she was going to stick to her routine, and spend Monday in the confessional. It helped that Chrono seemed to have been released from his strange moodiness and was back to smiling and bouncing around to his tasks around the church, playing the organ just to annoy her, helping the little old ladies in and out of the pews.

Ugh. Those old ladies helped her decide, too. They were looking at her like they knew. Chrono said that they weren't being accusatory, but that they were just merely going blind, but she didn't know if she believed him.

Besides, she wanted to make sure her guns were particularly shiny and in good order. So the guncase was dragged into the confessional again, and she propped her feet up on it as she polished up her rifle.

[[ open for all your churchly needs; Chrono will direct you to the confessional if you need Rosette; anything transpiring in the confessional is to always be NFB; I'll be back and forth most of the day until evening, blah blah blah. ]]

The Park, Monday Morning

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Bad moods come and go. And Billy was very glad that this one had gone. But he'd spent the weekend wallowing in unhappy thoughts and memories and he needed to get away from that. So he was now doing something he hadn't done in far too long.

He was practicing his katas, blindfolded.

[open]

Empire Records; Monday [ 10/02 ]

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad was busy reorganizing the CDs back to their alphabetical order, trying to figure out exactly how they kept getting switched around. He didn't mind, though, humming along to the Zeppelin he was playing. He was in a good mood, and it gave him something to do that seemed somewhat productive.

[[ empire's open ]]

The Park - Monday Afternoon/Early Evening 10/2

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

It was such a nice day that once Wilson was finished with office hours and talking to Dean Washburn, he headed out to have a bite of lunch in the park. Picking himself up a veggie sandwich and some potato chips he headed for the favored bench on automatic pilot.

The ducks were gone but perhaps some of the squirrels would like a share of his lunch. Settling down on the bench with a low sigh, Wilson looked out across the pond, still trying to imagine it as coffee filled. As he worked to get his potato chips open one handed, he realized that it had been almost a Fandom Year since he'd come to stay with House.

"Huh." Wilson thought to himself, then gave a little shrug and popped a chip into his mouth.

[ooc: Open! Feel free to poke at the oncologist or use for your own parkish needs!]

Cafe Fina, Monday

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Fandom seemed a slightly darker place for Artie's leaving.

In honor of the deeds he had done, all sandwiches were 50% off. BLTs were free.

18 Apocalypse Ave - Early Evening

[spit-spot.livejournal.com]

Mary sits in a rocking chair on the front porch next to a table with a small pot of tea and a plate of delightful looking little sandwiches.

She's sipping her tea, watching the sun go down and humming to herself...

"Hmmmm mmmm mmm hmmmmm mmmm mmm, The little old bird woman comes, in her own special way to the people she call, hmmmm mmm mmmm..."

[[ooc: waiting for somebody, but otherwise open.]]

Caritas, Monday Evening

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam was behind the bar again, trying not to be resentful of Parker's boyfriend for abandoning his post--especially when she could definitely use something to keep herself busy and this would be a good way to make sure her life didn't consist of just classes, her swoop bike, and Jack.

So here she was, trying to memorize the drink manual and ignore the zombies, who very probably didn't look hungry and had already been fed.

Besides, they were playing down and dirty rock music in the background, which was always fun.

The Park, Monday Night

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

It was partly cloudy, and there was far more ambient light than he'd like, but still, the stars were rather nice tonight.

His morose mood of the weekend had faded mostly, but had left him with the old curiousity, and gentle melancholy. Somewhere up there, were one of those points of light the sun that had shone down on Krypton?