Theodoric of York day spa; Thursday after classes

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker showed up early, and chatted with the receptionist, making arrangements for Isabel to get a massage with either Michelle or Sven, a body wrap, and a mudbath before anything else. Might as well get her nice and relaxed.

Then she grabbed a magazine and waited for everyone else to show up.

[ooc: up very early because I go to bed soon; for those invited, but obviously open for your day spa needs as well. Back around 1pm EST]

Café Fina, Thursday

[sexycandlepants.livejournal.com]

There was a word for Lumiere's reaction to the state in which he found Fina this morning.
That word was "WOWOKAYI'MGOINGTOKEEP'ZISWALTERKID."
Which was totally a single compound word, because upon laying eyes on the fantastic state his café was in, that's pretty much how it came out of his mouth. The place looked spectacular. A little more squishy and black and white than he remembered, but spectacular nevertheless.
And then he tripped on the penguin.
Which really explained the black and white of it all, at least.

Today's Specials Board reads:
Borscht, Chilled fillets of mackerel with cider, Ice Cream

The serving staff was having a heck of a time keeping the penguins from swimming in the borscht, which summarily resulted in wee black and purple birds instead. And anyone who ordered the mackerel today would be lucky if their plate made it to them with food still on it.
The cooks refused to prepare anything hot today. Something about not wanting to cook the little guys.

(ooc: Fina is open, complete with weetiny penguins!)

Sparky Repairs, Thursday

[2-twin-devils-2.livejournal.com]

Yeah, the twins had missed their weekend shifts... but now they were starting to see why it had been just fine. Other than all the chocolate that was sitting around the shop, their were weetiny penguins flitting about, either chewing on the chocolate or playing hide and seek behind the supply buckets.

How irritating! How the hell had the penguins gotten in there in the first place?!

Sparky Repairs is now open~

Empire Records

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Jamie started off his shift finding small plastic dinosaurs hidden in various places and dealing with a bunch of Wee Tiny Penguins who only want to listen and waddle/dance to the "Hampsterdance" album.

Which makes Jamie wonder exactly how strange is this day going to be.

The Perk - Thursday Late Morning

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Since the rain from the night before had left the ground too damp to dig in with any effectiveness, Wilson decided to take himself down to the Perk that morning.

No real reason except he was hoping to maybe score some free coffee...hey, it might happen!

Coffee in hand, he found a comfortable chair to claim as his own and flopped down into it. He had some last minute details to read over regarding the field trip coming up but other than that he was infinitely disturbable.

[ooc: Perk is open like an open thing, Wilson is perfectly annoyable.]

Turtle & Canary; Thursday [ 03/15 ]

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Not only were there wee tiny penguins everywhere, but Turtle had a massive headache and a blossoming tooth ache, so she was hiding out in the back doing paperwork all day and decided to just let Apu and Liz deal with it all.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Apple, Grape, Red.



[[ no OCD; I'm having "one of those days," so please mod Apu if you need anything, as I'm not going to really be around ]]

Aereopagitica: Thursday 2-5 PM [3-15-07]

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana opened the store, hindered slightly by the flock of wee tiny penguins that had attached themselves to her - only literally in a couple of cases. When she'd managed to get everything set she settled down, only to find herself mobbbed with a large number of sleepy penguins wanting to snuggle.

Galactica Point, Thursday afternoon

[nadiathesaint]

It was a nice enough, though overcast day, so Nadia had gone for a walk down to the beach to watch the water, which was choppy and rough and the color of tarnished silver.

Her intention had quite possibly been to get a bit emo and introspective, but that effect had been entirely ruined by the wee tiny penguins on wee tiny surfboards in the waves, whooping it up and falling off and body surfing around and generally just having a glorious time of it.

And really, not even Nadia could quite remain emo in the face of all that.

[ooc: open to any others who might wander by the water]

(no subject)

[untouchableskin.livejournal.com]

Marie had a notebook with her and was writing a list of things she needed to make sure she packed for her trip to New York.

She also wrote a note to her boss, letting him know that she wouldn't be at able to work on Sunday.


[Photo Hut is open, but tags may be slow as I am at work.]

The Devil's Nest - 3/15

[iftheseshadows.livejournal.com]

Neil slid into the Nest early as was his habit and with a smile to Mazikeen he set about his regular cleaning regime.

[ooc: I'm going to be AFK from FH tonight so please mod Mazikeen.]

Hitsuzen; Thursday

[wishfulenigma.livejournal.com]

Maru and Moro were disappointed. Spring was coming, and it was still being chilly and rainy.

That didn't seem to damper on their usual cheery attitudes much, though, and Hitsuzen was open to any who came by.

The Sin, Thursday Night

[deadly_little]

The girls (okay, the cleaning service from the mainland) had finally cleaned up the flood damage enough to return to work. None of them were happy about it, though, which was why they were charging twice their usual rates. None of them were happy about the left-behind seashell bikinis Miho was making them wear, either.

Behind the Sin's front desk sat Miho, sharpening her blades and plotting bloody vengeance on Poseidon.

((Open!))

Caritas - Open [3/15]

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe arrived at Caritas and checked the band. They seemed to have recuperated well from the flood, though they were in a mood to play Jimmy Buffet for some reason.


[ooc: please mod Tino]

Fandom Post Office: Thursday (15/3)

[norglomofnit.livejournal.com]

Moist sat on top of his desk and just stared.

The post office was full of weetiny black and white birds. At least he thought they were birds; so far they'd shown no inclination to fly. They were everywhere, climbing on the shelves, waddling in and out of cupboards, and diving off the counters into boxes filled with styrofoam beads.

The few who'd ventured too close to the Sorting Engine had disappeared in a flash of blue light. Wherever they ended up, he was sure they'd be fine.

Gladys was almost invisible beneath a blanket of the things, her eyes flaring in what Moist would be prepared to swear was happiness.

"This is the strangest place I have ever been in my entire life," he said to the air, but he didn't sound unhappy about it.