Sparky Repairs, Monday

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John opened Sparky's, still feeling waterlogged for some reason.

[Sparky's is open for all your repair needs! and? giant krackel bar needs!]

Café Fina, Monday

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Ah, Monday. The day that happened to come after Sunday. Beautiful Sunday, which was the day that Café Fina tended to be closed.
This particular Monday involved spaghetti. Spaghetti monsters? All Lumiere knew was that his cooking staff had set upon making spaghetti, and the next thing they knew, it had locked them all in the cooler and was making a beeline for the front door.
Only the Pepper Shaker, who knew that the secret weakness of good Spaghetti was to enact a scene from a western film, could quell the crawling spaghetti monster.
Now the spaghetti didn't want to leave. Actually, it had decided to stay, and was purring against Lumiere's leg.

Today's Specials Board reads:
Today is Spaghetti Western Day! Half price on any meal if you wear a cowboy hat and quote a western!

Café Fina is open. With pasta.

(OOC: OCD is coming up! But wait! Are you a teacher looking for a faculty dinner? Then this isn't the post for you-- Go here!.)

Café Fina, Monday, Faculty Dinner

[sexycandlepants.livejournal.com]

The place was tidy, there was plenty of drinking to be done, and the tables were set up like so. Anyone wanting to order drinks or meals would have the pleasure of being served by attractive women who happened to also be plates. This shouldn't come as a shock to many of you, should it? Hopefully the fact that there's a wee spaghetti monster following the maitre d' around doesn't distract too many from the business at hand.

Faculty of Fandom High is welcome, of course! Fina is reserved for them!



(ooc: Open to Faculty of Fandom. If you need Fina's regular hours, check out this post instead. OCD is coming up. Have a good dinner!)

The Perk - Monday, brunchtime

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Annette settled herself  at a small table near a bright window, waving the waitress away until Ami arrived. She hoped Tori could make it too but wouldn't blame her if she didn't want to come. Especially given the fact that Annette and Dick tried to soak her last night with their waterguns, even though the attempt was futile. Who knew? Hee. Hee. 

Tapping her fingers atop the tabletop, she stared outside and waited patiently.

(ooc: Annette is here to meet with Ami and possibly Tori, but definitely open for all your Perkly needs)

Aereo-whatsit: Monday 10-2 [3-26-07]

[livingasheth.livejournal.com]

Millie opened the store cheerfully and made sure everything was ready for customers.  Then she settled down to reread one of her favorite Millie books while she waited.

Our Lady of Fandom; Monday [ 03/26 ]

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

See, there were no comfortable ways to sleep in a pew. This held especially true when it also involved a large mercenary bound in muscle and red spandex having some how shifted through the course of the night to be sleeping on you. Not enough to crush you, when you were a comparitavely wee tiny and adorable nun, but enough to keep you held down in the perpetual state of drunken cuddle. "Uh...Deadpool?"

Definately still rather asleep, and Rosette didn't want to wake him. She almost did when she looked up and saw Chrono there, looking rather displeased, and jumped. "Ack!"

Chrono's eyes went from the mercenary-crushed Rosette, to the mercenary himself, to cans of beer, empty save for one, and sighed. "Guess this explains the noise last night and why you were gone this morning."

"Yeah...he jus' kinda....fell asleep. An' I guess I did, too, somewhere along there."

"Should we wake him up?"

"No!" Rosettet tried to keep her shout as quiet as possible, and then made up for it by whispering extra softly. "Don't. I think he had a really rough night and we should just leave him alone. I'm fine. I can still breath and, well, he is cutting off the circulation to my left leg, but that's okay. You'll have to do confessions today, though."

"I can't do confessions, Rosette."

She sighed. "Fine. You're so difficult, Chrono. At least go change the sign?"

He sighed back. "Fine."

Monday.
No Confessions Today.
Sorry.



[[ open for all your churchly needs; Deadpool modded with permission ]]

Fandom Post Office; Monday [ 03/26 ]

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The nice thing about having wings was that it certainly made trying to get from her DAMM class to her DAMM job in the ten allotted minutes incredibly easy, and Setsuna was ready for another day at her good, honest sort of living after spending the weekend taking care of the less-than-honest one.

She was thinking a lot about the less-than-honest one, which left her going off into several long dredges of blushing daydreams. When she snapped out of them, fiercely, with a shake of her head, she went about whatever task was before her with a particularly industriousness, before it faded again and the viscious cycle fell back into swing.

Good thing it wasn't usually busy around here. At least, that's what her previous experience told her.


[[ heeeeere, little OCD....*pats it* good OCD. Post Office is open! ]]

Empire Records; Monday [03/26], noon to midnight.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Today's task had nothing to do with music. It had nothing to with records or stereos or headphones. It had to do with shoes.

Boots, to be specific, expensive Spanish leather boots now ruined by Viper Juice vomit. And Chad was desperately trying to salvage them, all the while reminding himself that this was that karma thing he kept hearing about and he deserved it, he deserved it, he deserved it...

But did it have to be the boots?

And to make things worse, he still wasn't sure where he and Teddy stood. They were at least talking, that was good, but Ted was drunk last night, and so he couldn't really be sure if anything they'd talked about was true, or remembered, or what...

It was going to be a long shift...

Today's Mix: Breakup, Breakdown. Which probably wasn't helping things much, really....


[[empire's open]]

Town Hall - Monday

[yesmanbraca]

Braca's playing Tetris today, having discovered gaming sites while surfing the internet. Of course, he doesn't understand the constant barrage of pop up advertisements he keeps getting because he most certainly does not want to go to some place called the Golden Palace and he doesn't need any leg warmers.

Magic Box - Monday

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A phone call to Sunnydale on Saturday to wish his Willow a happy birthday had led to, if not exactly a lost weekend, at least a misplaced weekend. He would have been fine if the Buffybot hadn't answered the phone. As it was, that brought back all the feelings he'd fleed Sunnydale to try and outrun and Giles had spent the rest of the weekend indulging in a funk. With alcohol.

But Monday morning found him opening up the Magic Box with a determination to get on with it instead of pickling his liver. If he was slightly melancholy, at least he was here.

Mauvaise Chance Office, Monday afternoon [3/26]

[needsaparrot]

Though "I laugh in the face of danger - then I hide until it goes away..." was no longer really a true statement for Xander, it still applied if you substituted other words for 'danger.' Which is why though he'd opened up the office just in case someone needed repairs or to be told there weren't actually any vacancies, anyone who walked in would find an opened newspaper sitting behind the counter. With a Xander behind it who'd read it three times already and was thinking about hiding behind a magazine next.
__

[OOC: Open, despite what Xander would like people to think.]

Aereopagitica: Monday 2-5 PM [3-26-07]

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Lana took over from Millie at 2 and settled down to work on reading through the rest of her Conflict Resolution handouts until customers came.

Chilly Boulder Ice Creamery - Monday Afternoon

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After Ethics, Katara and Molly headed down to town to get ice cream.  As the door opened jingling, Katara remarked "so, I'm going to say right now that it's completely unfair that I grew up surrounded by ice and snow and only got to learn about ice cream once I came here.  You'd think it would be a delicacy or something at the South Pole."

Caritas, Monday Evening [OPEN]

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Jarod had spent most of Sunday asleep or groaning under the weight of his very first hangover--which he decided was something he could have done without ever experiencing, honestly.

Today, he was hoping that the band played something quiet. He also opened the doors so that Caritas could continue airing out--he couldn't figure out why the place smelled like a campfire.


[ooc: It was always in the right comm. *facepalm*]

Devil's Nest, Monday

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

On this, the final night of sins, and Schrodinger's final night at the Devil's Nest?

Pride.

And, in serivce to that sin, Schrodinger build a shrine to himself.

Offerings and worship may be done here.

Tonight's drink?

Whatever Schrodinger decideds to give you. You should be so lucky he decides to choose a drink for you.

Photo Hut, Monday 3/26

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Leo was nowhere to be found. Unless you looked. But there was a cranky looking inanimate object sitting behind the counter.

Photo Hut is open.

At the Perk, Monday evening

[slr-mercury.livejournal.com]

Ami opened the door, and beign a polite girl, held it open for Setsuna. Spottign an empty table she walked over, sitting down.

[here for bff Setsuna, but open for all]