The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Tonight Mazikeen was wearing a very look cut dress on the off chance that a certain silent man might stop in for a drink. She wasn't sure he would, but it never hurt to be prepared.

This might be the reason Lucifer is sitting in the lounge, occasionally glancing over at the bar and chuckling.


The Devil's Nest is open for your drinking business.

Venture Industries: Fandom Branch. 1/17, Morning and Early Afternoon.

[rustyboywonder.livejournal.com]

There had been a handwavey trip to All & Sundries, and the sounds of a blender most of the morning. Then out to the small front yard marched Doctor Venture, a tall cup with a straw in it in one hand. He set it on a tall table that H.E.L.P.eR had brought out, and smiled with pride.

H.E.L.P.eR was confused.

"Memememmee?" the robot asked.

"According to my calculations, my milkshake will bring all the boys to the yard," Dr. Venture said.

"Memememeeemmme." H.E.L.P.eR added.

"Damn right, it's better than yours," Dr. Venture said proudly.

"Meeemeemememe?" H.E.L.P.eR asked.

"I could teach you," Dr. Venture mused. "But I'd have to charge."

H.E.L.P.eR sulked.

"Settle down, this is an experiment, quick, back inside!" Dr. Venture motioned and both he and H.E.L.P.eR returned to the lab, to see what would happen.

So there's a milkshake, in a cup, in front of Venture Industries. What ever shall occur?

[ooc: Totally open! Please wait for a little OCD OCD is up, yays.]

Aereopagitica: Wednesday 2-5 PM [1-17-07]

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana opened the store today feeling particularly happy and content.

The bookstore is open for business.

Sparky Repairs, Wednesday

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

After a handwaved trip to J,GOB to look into birthday cakes, Teddy opened the shop as usual. He went back to his spot under the counter though, leaving Emo and Goth out front to give him some warning on any potential customers who might wander in.

The Perk - Wednesday Morning

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Before going up to the school, Aly stopped at the Perk for a bagel and coffee.  She sat at a table by the window to watch the people go by for a minute before pulling out a sheet of old fashioned paper and started writing a letter.

[OOC: Open for all your Perky needs]

All and Sundries -- Wednesday 1/17

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle frowned at the broken Squishy machine. No. Not frowned. Glared, as though willing it to work again. She was getting pretty sick of having to explain to Apu that she had no technical ability whatsoever, and, if she went tinkering near it, it was almost a guarantee that she'd probably make it worse. Numbers she could fix. Machines, not so much.

But having it down was going to cut an estimated thirty four point seven percent loss in profits. That Squishy machine was bringing in a lot of money, so she promised, after checking a few digits, to stop in at Sparky's and see if anyone could come have a look at it. It worked out that, while the money to fix it could set them back a little, it was nothing comparied to where they'd be if they left it down.

She hoped Jane wouldn't mind, but Turtle figured, she was partner. She could make decisions like this, right?

Today's Squishy Flavors: Defunct, Gerbroken, Red.

All and Sundries is open.

The Park, sometime after 1st Period

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker had headed out to the town to get a cup of coffee and a bagel from J,GoB, then appropriated a bench in the Park to study her Blackberry.

Messages. Dozens of them. All from Xander, all dated at least three years in the past...

She started with the first one from Willow, and started to work her way forward. Occasional screeches from the bench of "Xander! Oh my god, I'm going to kill you!" were keeping the ducks at a distance.



[ooc: open for all your Park needs]

Our Lady of Fandom; Wednesday [ 01/17 ]

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

There were some days when Rosette was actually just glad for the neck covering cowl of her habit. When she'd woken up that morning, she'd discovered an odd rash on her neck, red and gross and nasty, and in much need of being covered up. It was really just an allergic reaction to what Chrono had, unbeknowest to her, drugged her with the other night to get her to sleep, but, in her ignorance, she was lead to believe it was something else entirely. Thus the sign:

Wednesday:
Feast of Saint Anthony the Great.
Who is known to appeal against infectious diseases.
In particular, herpes zoster.
*ahem*

It seemed too, too much to be coincidence...



[[ open for all your churchly (and non-infectious) needs ]]

Empire Records; Wednesday [ 01/17 ]

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

With emo, Chad didn't feel like working. With emo now dispelled, Chad...still didn't feel like working. He felt like jamming. Which might explain music blaring, with almost every song being one that he had to play along with on his bass. Had to. He'll get to that stocking after this song, really. Okay, maybe after the next. Eventually. He couldn't play through the whole shift, after all.

Or could he?

He couldn't help it that he brought his entire Cake collection, which meant some of his all time favourite bass lines.

[[ empire's open ]]

The Causeway Parking Lot - 4pm Tuesday Afternoon

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Borrowing the car off a friend had been easy enough. 'Hi, yes I'm alive, yes I'm seventeen again now, I'm not supposed to tell anyone but you have near the clearance, don't tell them I told you, can I borrow your car? No, not on the run, need to take my girlfriend to a hockey game. Yay thank you!' and voila, he had a car and another friend who knew he wasn't dead. Sure, if the brass found out there would be trouble, but Kawalsky was becoming less and less interested in keeping up appearances when he knew he had plenty of places to go where they couldn't get to him.

So anyway, Charlie had a car. The tank was full of gas, there were snacks galore in the back seat so they wouldn't have to stop and he was leaning against the hood. All he needed now was Alanna.

[OOC: For threeweapons and then for all your causeway/parking lot needs after they're gone.]

The Photo Hut, 1/17/07

[sneerkite]

Steerpike opened up the Photo Hut and then, because he really didn't expect anyone to show up, started sifting through the boxes that were lying about the place and playing with the random stuff he found there.

Hey, sometimes even Machiavellian creeps get bored and want to have play time.

[ooc: and muns do, too. I've been at work for 40 minutes, and I'm already bored. *sighs*]

Fandom High Wildlife Preserve, and beyond.

[susanofnarnia.livejournal.com]

Susan stood at the edge of the Preserve and took one last look back at the town and school. Thought of all the people she'd said good-bye to over the last few days; and all of those she wouldn't be able to see again.

She turned back toward the forest, and took Peter's hand. "Ready."

For once_a_king, one last time.

The Park - Wednesday, just after 11pm

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette was ready. Had been ready since Spy Tech this morning actually. After her check in on Cally at the clinic, she spent her afternoon shopping. She was now wearing black fitted pants, a black turtleneck, black boots and gloves. And after pulling her hair back in a low ponytail, she pulled a black fitted cap down over her head to just above her eyes. Slipping into her black vest, she made sure her camera was safely secured in the right front pocket.

Hurrying outside, she quickly made her way to the park, doing her best to hide behind trees until she found the perfect one. Her heart was thumping wildly at the adrenaline rush from trying to be sneaky, and she could hardly help her dorky grin when she found the tree she had been searching for. Annette did a quick survey of the area and then climbed up the tree. This was a little bit difficult for her since she was so short, but jumping and grabbing at the lowest branch aided her greatly.

It was dark, she really couldn't see that great, so she really hoped there were not creepy crawling things hiding amongst the branches. With a few grunts and groans she managed to work her way up and crawl on her belly outwards over a thick branch, hooking the toes of her boots against smaller fingering branches. Biting her bottom lip, she pulled out her infrared camera from her Spy Tech class this morning and braced her arms in front of her on the branch, aiming the camera down below.

"This is so cool."

(ooc: Open!! Anyone want to get their picture taken? Doing things that uh, might prove picture worthy? Without their consent? They will not be for public viewing, so you may be rest assured in that. Only M will be looking at them, and possibly her TA's. Please!! Pretty please? And if not, Annette is totally interruptible if you can find her.. you know, by shaking the tree or anything whatsoever!.. ;-)

The Perk, Wednesday Evening

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders had taken over the largest table he could find and pulled up a good number of chairs. Conner and Parker were supposed to be here, at least, and hopefully the people they'd contacted would make it as well.

There was planning to do, and for that? Caffeine was definitely needed. So any drinks for this group would be on Anders tonight.

[OOC: Primarily for the plotty folks, but hey, if you need the caffeine, come on in.]

Devil's Nest, Wednesday

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

Schrodinger's mind was not on cocktails today. It was on the reading he had gotten off of Bel.

And he was very much hoping Lucifer came himself today. He needed a control to check. 'Cause something was seriously wrong.

Caritas, Wednesday Evening [OPEN]

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

It was a quiet day at Caritas--the zombies were whole, the bar was stocked, and Tino was in a decent mood, if not particularly talkative.

Jarod decided to check all the doors and fire extinguishers, then he made a pitcher of kamikazees. Someone would probably need them. One thing about Fandom--it never stayed quiet for long.