The Perk, Sunday Morning

[wannabehunter]

After sleeping through most of Saturday, and awaking to a very odd radio broadcast, Jo decided the best thing would be coffee, and lots of it, so she made her way down to the Perk, where she ordered the strongest black coffee she could.

Listening to the podcast again, she wondered just how hard she hit her head on Thursday.

[ze post, she is open.]

Sparky's Repairs, Monday

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John opened Sparky's... and put the radio up. And hte CD player up to 11. And the Depressed Mode up to full.

He did not sing along while making little black hoodies for the bots.

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Was here
In your eyes
Words are very
Unncessessary
They can only do haaaaarm



[sparky's is open]

Fandom Trooper Station - Evening

[fandomtroopers]

The troopers were celebrating having thwarted an evil robbery. Never mind that the evil person they had caught was just a girl. Right now, they were on a chocolate high.

Rita was safely locked away behind bars, but anyone was free to come and visit her.

((Feel free to visit Rita once she pings into the post. Please mod that you left your name and were escorted down to the prison as I won't be online all too long anymore.))

The Junkyard: Monday morning

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River sat up, blinking. She had been sleeping on a smelly, damp couch, covered in equally smelly and damp blankets, and she was shivering from the cold. Also, she was in the junkyard, and as she turned her head, she saw a small spaceship stting on the ground, surrounded by leftover junk and a large number of cheering squirrels.

Unfortunately River had never learnt to speak Squirrel.

As the little animals began to disappear from the site, River examined the vessel, and judged it to be functional in some sense. She'd have to ask Kaylee for a proper evaluation however.

The events of the weekend, while clearly remembered, made little sense to her. Why had she been a girl called Tess? And why had she assumed she was in a mental hospital? That last bit was the most disturbing part, even though Tess – River – hadn't really been crazy. That was just everyone else. Still, any mentioning of the c word made River uneasy.

She covered the spaceship with an old tarpaulin and put a sign on it saying:

”Stay away. Property of River Tam.”

Hopefully the squirrels wouldn't claim ownership, but to be on the safe side River made sure to collect all the drawings she – Tess – had made.

[ooc: Establishing, no interaction. The spaceship is NFB, please.]

Aereopagitica: Monday 2-5 PM [1-22-07]

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

For the first time Lana opened the store praying that there would be no customers so that she could just hide away in the back and not have to see anyone.


[OOC: Feel free to come in and torment her.]

Town Hall - Monday

[yesmanbraca]

Braca had not changed this weekend. But, he'd listened to the radio, known something was going on. He'd debated not coming into work this morning if the problem with the people remained.

But, he was there. And he'd made a sign.

THOSE NOT THEMSELVES WILL BE ARRESTED ON SIGHT.

He thought that would do the trick.

All and Sundries - Monday

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

The Squishy machine is still broken.

The Doctor hasn't been around since Friday.

Today? Not so good.

Today's squishy flavors which aren't actually squishys, just squishy flavors served over crushed ice. It's not the same:
Red, Coke-a-Cola, Water

All and Sundries is open.

Our Lady of Fandom; Monday [ 01/22 ]

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

"Oh, maaaaan." Rubbing her eye a bit, Rosette shuffled up the stairs to the church basement. "I have just the weirdest dream..." She blinked at the expression look Chrono was giving her. "What? Why are you looking at me like I've....been....someone else all...."

A hymnal was promptly tossed at Chrono's head and Rosette charged forward over the pews; he let out an 'eep!,' knowing full well to run from those shaking fists. "Chrono, you sneaky little shit! That's what those sleeping potions were for! Tricking me into thinking I was your first contract! Your first contract! Why didn't you say anything about this to me before? First contract! What am I, your sloppy seconds! Chrono, get over here, I'm going to kill you!"

Things were definately back to normal at Our Lady of Fandom.

Rosette eventually caught up to Chrono, tackling him halfway down the main aisle, and punishing him by tickling him into a gasping stupor of surrender while sitting on him. "You know you could have just told me about her, ya jerk," she grinned once she decided to offer mercy.

She was smiling down at him, though, so he couldn't bear to tell her that he actually had nothing to do with the bizarre transformation. Chrono would miss Mary, but missing Mary was nothing new. It was missing Rosette that he wasn't used to. He was just glad to have her back, even if she was crushing his spleen. "You think you would have been able to understand her like you do now if I had just told you?" he asked with false sagicy.

"Nah, guess I wouldn't've..." Nor would she also have retained all these strange, but fascinating visions. Mary was a Seer, huh? Boy did Mary see some interesting things, too...

"Hey. It's Monday," Chrono reminded her.

"Oh!" Rosette shook her head and got up from off of Chrono. "Right!"

Monday
Confessions.
Will be available until this afternoon.


[[ open for all your churchly needs ]]

Empire Records; Monday [ 01/22 ]

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

It was one of those days when Chad slept until he had to be at work, rolled out of bed, and just went right in. He didn't want to deal with anyone, he didn't want to be asked if he was normal, or be reminded that other people weren't.

It was one of those days where Chad did minimal work and spent most of his time behind the counter, plucking along to Pearl Jam, Nirvana, Guns'n'Roses and singing all the depressing lyrics in Spanish.

//"Some say I'm crazy
I guess I'll always be
But it's been such a long time
Since I knew right from wrong
It's all the means to an end, I,
I keep on movin' along."//

He wasn't depressed, though. Just...really thoughtful.


[[ empire's open ]]

Mauvaise Chance Office, Monday [01/22] - Morning (and the rest of the day)

[needsaparrot]

Calls made, face palmed, Xander had done his best to tidy up himself and the apartment his younger, deader version had broken into. Then, already preparing to facepalm some more with one hand and write checks with the other, he made his way out to the counter in the apartment building's lobby.

"Hello? Hey? I, um. Need to report some damage. Which I'd be happy to pay for. Or I can fix it myself if you want..."

When no one answered, or emerged from the office behind it, Xander finally - preparing to apologize for that too - went behind the counter himself, and opened the office door.

"Hi?"

__

[OOC: 1st thread locked to Xander and...the office, la. After that, he'll be behind the counter WTF-ing, and it's open for a specific person looking for a room, any residents who'd like to stop in and complain/meet the new management, or anybody else who might *cough* eventually come looking for him.]

From Town to JGOB - Sunday Evening

[imissmydolphin.livejournal.com]

Barry Gabrewski had spent the entire day yesterday hiding out. Not that he was scared or anything. Okay, maybe he was a little, but he'd convinced himself that he was surrounded by hundreds of the Rough Riders, the most notorious gang in all the West. He had to hide out. There was no chance of survival on his own.

But supplies were short here on the second day, and there wasn't much else he could do except face facts. He had to make a move and try to sneak out undetected, or he'd die of starvation. That was no way for a man to go. If he was going to die, he was going to die an honorable death.

Barry would've preferred it if he didn't die at all. That's why he was being careful and using his infiltration skills instead of going out guns blazing.

He even made it all the way to the school gate before he saw what was facing him below. The entire path to the food stash was littered with hidden men from the Rough Riders, their guns glinting in the fading light. Barry narrowed his eyes and adjusted his cowboy hat. His coat billowed in the breeze. He fingered his pistol in its holster as he planned to make his move.

Barry took a deep breath. "Doesn't look like we'll get through this one, Chuck."

Chuck Norris appeared beside Barry, decked out in black cowboy gear. He smiled at Barry and tipped his hat to him. "Barry, if you put your mind to it, you can do anything. I'm here with you," he added in a completely non-homoerotic sense.

( Cut for length and imaginary gunfighting )

[OOC: All of the above before the JGOB guy talked to him? Fantasy. But feel free to have seen a geeky kid running through the streets of Fandom playing cowboy gun fight with his fingers as guns. Chuck Norris was all in his head. So was Chuck Norris' left fist and Chuck Norris' right fist. For all your JGOB needs.]

Blood Gulch Arms - Monday

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Fandom had had its very first bankrobbery. Tex wasn't all too impressed. Never mind that she couldn't quite grasp why Parker of all people would need to rob a bank. Besides, if anyone should rob the bank, it was Tex.

Maybe it was out of protest that she opened the shop this morning. She was using a data pad to research the latest developments in explosives. Or she might have been playing a gruesome, bloody video game. Either really.

((Shop layout can be found here. For the new kids, the shop itself is bare. There are however brochures with specs on the weapons that she sells (mostly Halo based), but she can get her hands on pretty much anything if you give her a few days.))

Rooftops of Fandom; Monday Night.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

A bit of espianoge could do Setsuna's soul good right now, and she had to get this night-camera assignment for Spy Tech done anyway, so it was definately time for some thereputic ninja-ing. Decked soberly in all black, capped from the cold with a certain knit-cap with earflaps and a crooked 'S,' face hidden with expert wraps of a ridiculously long knit-scarf, Sakurazaki Setsuna, not of the cracked out Heartbreaker no Jitsu variety, prowled the roofs of Fandom in search for things worth photographic.

She was in her element; it would take quite the squirrel to even notice her there.


[[ should be familiar with the drill by now; if you don't mind Setsuna photographing you, ping in here with something she'll see and shoot. she'll be around everywhere; mod location at will, and total hearts for participation. And I made that icon this morning. heeee. ]]

Devil's Nest, Monday Evening

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

Schrodinger's camera was set up. Any one who came in tonight? Ran the risk of having their picture taken.

_{[[I need pictures! If you're willing to have Schro take a picture of you, just note OOCly.]]}

Caritas, Monday Evening

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod had come directly to work from handwavily springing Parker from the pokey, which was why he was still wearing a suit as he took his position behind the bar. It was also why he was $450 dollars poorer, but he wasn't going to mention that to anyone. He figured he was just lucky he'd dealt with Appo, instead of Tex.

He posted a sign on the door:

WANT TO FORGET THE WEEKEND?
WE CAN HELP!

HALF PRICE ON:

Brain Damage
Brain Eraser
Orange Amnesia (non-alcoholic)
The Fifth Element
Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster

He also had to talk to Parker and Jaye, but that would depend on how busy the bar was.

Luke's Diner - Monday

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

When Cameron showed up for his shift at the diner, he made sure to check that the kitchen personnel weren't thinking they were rentboys or anything along those lines. He started cleaning all the tables, keeping an eye on the door and praying that whoever would walk in wasn't going to hit on him.

Perk, Monday night

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

After going for a walk Peter decided to grab some coffee. He went into the Perk, ordered their biggest cup, and sat down to enjoy.

[ooc: Peter's here for one person but feel free to use for your evening Perk needs]

J'GOB: After Business Hours

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

When the last employee leaves J'GOB for the night a shadowy figure drops down from the roof. Within seconds she has disabled the ancient (at least to her) security alarm, picked the lock and has entered the building.

Twenty minutes later she has used her cutting torch to cut through the safe where the weekend cash for the business still lay, waiting to be deposited. Now deposited in her satchel (along with a strawberry cheesecake and half a dozen blueberry muffins), the figure disappears into the night with her ill-gotten goods.

[ooc: No interaction possible, NFB and J'GOBs has been robbed with admin permission. Also? Much better than robbing a bank. A bank does not have cheesecake]