The Perk [all morning]

[sith_happened]

Anakin was in the back corner of the Perk, holding the World's Largest Cup of black coffee between his hands and staring at the snow outside.

Maybe his arrival had gone unnoticed and he could have a quiet morning by himself to acclimate.

[OOC: But of course I'm not expecting that to happen. Chat away!]

Bent - Matchbox Twenty

Turtle & Canary - Monday

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

It was snowing. But they have produce in stock.

Fresh produce. Not canned, or dried, or pickled.

Fresh, year round, produce.

It's only just struck Jane how amazing and wonderful that is.

Right now, she's got a bottle of bourbon and a bowl full of ripe plums.

Life if good.

Today's Squishy Flavors:
Red, Buddha Hand, Miracle Fruit

Turtle & Canary is open

Our Lady of Fandom; Monday [ 02/26 ]

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Monday
Confessions.

It was a Monday so typical, it was painful, with Rosette humming slightly as she cleaned out her guns and pretended to shoot at imaginary villians in the confines of the confessional and Chrono made sure the place looked nice. Ho hum.


[[ open for all your churchly needs ]]

The Park - Monday late morning

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson whos internet died last night causing much woe and Aziraphale had gone home from the memorial and spent a quiet night with a few bottles of wine and good memories of Bel Not!Dirty.

Morning found them awake a itching with some pent up energy. The lack of classes meant that some of that energy was expended in a natural adult activity but after getting cleaned up and enjoying some breakfast the pair tumbled out of the house and headed out into the park to play in the snow before it all melted away.

Play today took the form of trying to pummel each other into various snow drifts. After a few passes in which the doctor managed to stuff large amounts of snow down the back of Phale’s sweater, the angel banished his sweater and the shirt beneath and unfurled broad white wings. He also took advantage of Wilson’s momentary pause and stare at nekkid angel chest to drop a tree full of snow on the oncologist’s head.

The snow squabble heated up in earnest at that point. Aziraphale formed up groups of snowballs and then used his wings to buffet the little snowy missiles at the doctor who was forced to take cover behind a tree. But, not to be kept down for long, Wilson charged the angel, knocking into the other man and sending them both tail over teacups down a small incline.

As both men scrabbled to their feet, it became obvious that the angel’s wings had become a handicap as Phale had to take a moment to get to his feet and shake the heavy clinging snow out of the feathers before he could take off after the rapidly fleeing mortal.

[ooc: Open as parks are and the snowfight with Phale and Wilson is open as well! One word of warning, they play rough.]

Town Hall - Monday

[yesmanbraca]

Braca's getting a little annoyed this his monthly issues of Guns and Ammo hasn't arrived in the mail yet. Actually, he's annoyed that he hasn't gotten any of his mail in almost a week. The bills he can do without but he's quite fond of the circulars with all the valuable advertisements in them.

Thus, Braca is there but unhappy.

Aereopagitica: 2-5 PM Monday [2-26-07]

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

The store is dark.

No sign of Lana.

No note, no call to Mr. Giles, nothing.


[OOC: For anyone who might be looking for Lana.]

Empire Records; Monday [ 02/26 ], noon to six.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Head? Still hurt. Arm? Still kind of tender and very much covered up. Palm? Meeting his face every single time he thought of some of the drunken phone calls he had made (did he really say those things to Pippi? Nadia?). Despite all that, though, Chad was in a good mood. He'd been to Mexico. They won the competition. He'd gotten a very nice homecoming from Teddy, and there was a performance tonight. So long as he didn't have to move around a lot or take off his jacket, all was well in Chad's world.

Little flyers advertising the performance were slipped into the bags of each purchase.

Today's Music: There are a Lot of Songs About California


[[ empire's open; i hope i got the right monday for the concert? ]]

Sparky Repairs, Monday Afternoon

[heterodine.livejournal.com]

Agatha wondered into the store and found it not open. Hm. She checked the schedule and noticed it was John's day to work. After leaving a voice mail, she opened the store and left the bots in charge.

The Perk; Monday Afternoon.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Setsuna shifted slightly in her chair, staring at the bottom of the tea latte in front of her on the table, turning it slightly. She shouldn't be this nervous; it was just Ranma. But...she'd been doing so much thinking this weekend. Sunday, with the memorial service and that awful encounter with Lucifer, didn't help much. She'd handwavily left a note for him to meet her at the coffee shop. She didn't want to chance the case of Marco being in the room and having to awkwardly ask that he leave or have him there. She was pretty certain he didn't have a clue how to speak Japanese, but then it would be just rude to be having a discussion with someone else in front of him that he couldn't understand (even if she did sort of forget herself when Ami was around, but that was...somehow different). Either way, the Perk had some nice quiet corners, and also established a sort of formality, forced a sort of distance that wouldn't exist should they be in the privacy of her room, most likely sitting on her bed.


[[ thread with ranma_sao locked to them, please, and the contents of their conversation kindly NFB? Other tan that, open for any afternoon Perkly use ]]

Photo Hut, Monday 2/26

[mr-hippie.livejournal.com]

Leo had started out clearing snow from in front of the store, but was now instead, building several snowmen, and even attmpting other types of snow creatures.

Photo Hut is open.

Caritas, Monday Evening [OPEN]

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod was there early, setting up for the Teal Dear concert and making sure there were enough supplies. The band was more than happy to have the night off, and Jarod was more than fine with not knowing what they were up to.

The Park, Monday Evening

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Something fast and almost invisible moved down over the park and stopped briefly, shining a bright light down on the snow below. When the light cut off, the thing moved off into the sky as quickly and silently as it had arrived.

Where it had shone the light, Billy, lips cracked and dry, hair matted with blood, and eyepatch gone, lay shivering in the snow.

ooc: park is of course open. Billy would certainly appreciate some assistance.

Atlas Gym, Tuesday

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

After handwavily getting in touch with his mentorees, Deadpool headed down to the gym to wait for them to arrive. He bounced as he waited.

Yesterday had been non-existent, not to mention weird, and he was eager to get some nice relaxing fighting in. Punching people always made him feel better.


[[ooc: Up early for slowplay, open for gawkers or anyone who feels the need to get in a fight with Deadpool]]