Book Haven: Thursday 10-5PM [4-12-07]

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana opened the bookstore on time and got out the tea and coffee and other goodies for the customers. She spent a little time straightening things out - more to keep busy than because of any real need for straightening. Then she settled down behind the counter to do some homework and wait for any customers.

Fandom Post Office - Thursday 9-5

[southernbender.livejournal.com]

Katara was met at the door to the post office by an insistently meowing cat.  She blinked and knelt down immediately to deliver the demanded scratches.  When she looked back up at Gladys, she was convinced the golem had been snickering.  If golems snicker. 

"Mr.  Lipwig.  Found.  Her.  Food.  Is.  In.  The.  Back."

Katara scooped up the still meowing kitty and carried her into the back where she found Moist's note.  "Not-Tiddles, hmm?" she asked the cat.  "I guess that works." 

She started unloading the mail, setting aside letters that needed to be delivered and sending back the random gelatinous cubes that had been misdelivered.  In particular, she set aside a package for Mel that Katara would be sure to deliver later.

After all that Katara settled down to to play with Not-Tiddles.  And love her and hug her and call her George and feed her bits of the sandwiches that were supposed to be Katara's lunch.

Luke's Diner, Thursday

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Not-Prom. It totally made sense for them to go to Not-Prom, right? Totally. So Jude should ask. Which might be weird, 'cause of the whole . . . yeah, thing. With the stuff.

Appropriately enough, country music was playing in the diner today and the specials board looked something like this:

Today's Specials

Save a Horse, Eat a Steak'n'cheese Sandwich
Time for Goodbye Kebabs
Hell or High Watercress Salad
Achy Breaky Cakey

Now if only he could stop singing 'Redneck Woman' . . .

[[Kickin' party last night. Thus, Science! is going to be . . . much, much later than it usually is. *staggers towards the Tylenol* Wait for OCD. Play away.]]

The Park - Thursday Afternoon

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Despite the gray-ish tinge to the day, Wilson was out taking a walk. He just needed to get into the fresh air to clear his head a little and besides, the ducks look like they needed to be fed.

After strolling for a bit, the oncologist headed back to the bench and settled down with his bag of old bisquits and a tall coffee he'd picked up from the Perk before setting out on his stroll. Tossing crumbs to the ducks, he looked out across the pond, his expression a bit thoughtful but not overly melancholy.

[ooc: Open as a park tends to be...quack!]

Stuff For Sale, Late Thursday Morning

[chasingangela]

Angela had left shopping for prom to the last possible minute -- her birthday -- but was relieved to find Stuff for sale didn't seem to be sold out.

Though that didn't make the dresses attractive. She giggled at some bad ones as she flipped through the racks, pulling dresses she liked as well.

[OOC: Open!]

Ching Tai: Thursday Evening

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty opens the door to the restaurant and steps aside to let Angela in. "Pick your table Birthday Girl," he said with a small grin.

[Marty is here for chasingangela but the rest of the restaurant is open for your eating pleasure]

Turtle & Canary; Thursday [ 04/12 ]

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Something (Turtle suspected Apu but Apu said it was a Gremlin and SquishyBot was remaining mute on the subject) had messed up something in the register computer so that it had recorded the inventory wrong and figured that they sold a heck of a lot of paper clips at Turtle & Canary. Five mega-huge crates had been sent, which was enough to last them the whole, you know, next millennium, probably, unless there was suddenly an attack of things that could only be defeated by paper clips. Which, though possible, Turtle considered unlikely. They weren't even the fun colorful ones, but just boring silver.

Turtle was in the back sorting the problem out so it didn't happen again, banging her head on occasion, especially when she had that creeping suspicion that something had gone awry and, next week, five mega-huge crates of bobby pins would be arriving.

[[ my availability is the crap today, and, with the devil computer back home out of functioning order, I'll barely be around. No OCD today, please to be modding Apu. Turtle can be pulled out of the backroom if needed for something, but unless it's between 2 and 4 EST, it'll have to SP like whoa. :) ]]

Black Swan Drive, Thursday Afternoon

[the_merriest]

Rikku hadn't slept in two days. There was a giant hole in reality over her bed. And it was probably what was causing all of the weird little bumps and hiccups in gravity and time-space lately. She still wasn't any closer to doing it right, and she was running out of time.

This was why Rikku was in town. Because it was Thursday - hopefully, it was Thursday, anyway - and Jude was at Luke's and she would find him and tell him everything and it would be better somehow. Right? Maybe. At least he wouldn't yell. Right? Maybe. Right.

Sparky Repairs, Fandom Troopers ... Photo Hut. Wait, what!? She turned around and walked quickly the other way ... nope. Photo Hut, and then, no matter how tiny her steps were, she jumped straight to the other side of Unicorn Street, standing outside the Fandom Troopers office.

Of all times for reality to get bendy on her. She could have screamed. She nearly did scream five minutes later when she still hadn't gotten any closer to Luke's. It was doing this on purpose. This was someone's idea of a sick joke. Karma or something. She tried crossing Black Swan Drive, but the empty building across from Luke's was missing, too.

That's when she noticed the sign for the Devil's Nest. It didn't look open, but for some reason, she wanted to check anyway. The sign seemed so reassuring and, well. Real.

The bar was empty except for a blonde man sitting at the grand piano, playing. He looked up when she entered the bar, watching her with the same dettached interest as one would have of an ant. "You're late my little nail."


[Locked to the Devil Himself, whose modding was entirely with permission.]

Café Fina, Thursday

[sexycandlepants.livejournal.com]

Upon coming to the conclusion that today was just a good Thursday to be lazy, Lumiere walked into the Fina kitchen with an announcement.
"Today ees... Pizza Day!"

Today's Specials Board reads:
Partay! Pizza! Gnarly, dudes!

Some of the kitchen staff painted themselves green for the occasion.
Lumiere didn't get it.

(OOC: Wee ocd, then we'll be Open!)

Magic Box, thursday all day

[slr-mercury.livejournal.com]

Ami walked in, sat down behind the counter and proceeded to stare into one spot all day.

[open. emo girl warning, but open]

The Devil's Nest - Thursday 4/12

[iftheseshadows.livejournal.com]

Neil was in a fairly good mood as he came in out of the rain and he even called out a cheeful hello to Mazikeen as he headed for the bar.

Setting down his schoolbag, he noted the addition of the piano with a bright exclaimation and walked over to the piano to check it out.

He didn't play -much to his mother's distress- but he did love classical piano music.

Sparky Repairs, Thursday

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

It was another one of those dull days. What better way to pass a day such as this than to rock out? Weekly rock-out sessions seemed to be in great need lately...

Sparky Repairs is open~

The Causeway, Thursday After Classes

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy, despite having actual stuff to pack, still had only one small bag. He smiled at Ami. "Ready to go?"

ooc: for Ami. She and Billy are off for the weekend to Tokyo. They'll be back in time to meet their kids.

Caritas, Thursday Night [04/12]

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe was very subdued when she got to work. She nodded a greeting at the zombie band and then set to work cleaning the tables and bar.

When she was satisfied with how everything looked, she unlocked the doors.



[[OOC: Pings will be slow as the mun is very ill. As usual, Tino is available for modding.]]