Luke's Diner, Saturday

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude was, well, asleep.

He might wake up.

You never know.

Luke's is kind of open . . .

[[One exam down and one to go - and that's just today. I need a nap like nobody's business. *goes to read up on Chan Chan and Uniacke Square and V. Gordon Childe*]]

Book Haven; Saturday [ 10-2 ]

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

The store was open, and Alphonse was there.

Such was the drill.

[ ooc: posting before coffee = short post is short. neeeed cooffeee... ]

Sparky Repairs, Saturday

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

Watching nice days go by was always rather depressing, so the twins decided to set up shop on the outside. No use being cooped up all day when the weather was decent.

Sparky Repair's is open~

Caritas, Saturday Evening

[roadhousequeen.livejournal.com]

By the time Ellen got to the bar, the zombies had downgraded to humming enthusiastically - which was marginally better, since they weren't trying to form words anymore.

Ellen still thought it was unnerving, but anything was better than the singing.

[OOC: I'm here for your drinking needs, but feel free to mod Tino if you prefer.]

The Rooftops of Fandom; After Dark, Saturday Night.

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rizelle felt she had spent enough time being precautious and scoping the town out. This will do. This will do just fine. She just had to find a handful of potential victims to help her with her plan, and that insipid little girl would be hers once and for all. She'd deliver to Master Aion; he'd remember the gesture, and maybe Master Joshua would finally shut the hell up and they could all get on with things as planned...with herself being a little more revered, as she deserved. There were just a few things to do, a few people to control, and a certian purple haired demon to be rid of...

Assuming up her demon form, Rizelle took care to lurk among the shadows of the rooftops as she crawled through the town, trying to find a few minds to feel around for, a few people to claim for her assistance tomorrow.


[[ establishy and NFB, if you please. For the potential puppets to be chosen, and for a particular one to be sent off on her mission; jus' ping 'em in as walking the streets or something ]]

Ching Tai - Saturday Evening

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

Chris escorted Luna into the restaurant and they were seated rather quickly.

He smiled at her after their waiter brought them water and tea. "How long have you been in Fandom?" he asked.


[ooc: Chris is here with Luna and their thread is locked to them; but you're welcome to use the post for your own Chinese food needs!]

The Devil's Nest; Saturday [ 04/21 ]

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If it was even possible, Setsuna was even more quiet and dispondant and wrapped up in her work tonight than she was the night before. She certainly worked hard when she was like that, though. Drinks were never made faster and yet with such diligence before in her life.

Not that she had a lot of experience in making drinks, but, y'know...

The Devil's Nest is open.

The beach, around 3:00 a.m.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

After getting back from the Teal Deer, Isabel had left Jack waiting outside the dorms while she ran up to her room and gathered up a bunch of blankets. Heading back down, Isabel led the way to the beach.

The Park, Saturday Late Evening

[narglette.livejournal.com]

After a nice dinner and long conversation, Luna found herself walking home with Chris.

As they reached the park, as you do, and decided to take the scenic route back to the dorms though it.

[ooc: Not dirty! Open for all your park needs. Thread with Luna and Chris locked to them, please.]

Town [Later That Night]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

After spreading much early holiday cheer in the dorms, Mr and Mrs Claus have waddled their way into town.

"Oh dearest, dearie dear," John said, still in high pitched voice mode, "do you think the townspeople could use some holiday cheer? I think they could."

[Second verse, same as the first. Gotta a townie that wants a song? Ping in and they'll get one!]

Fandom Post Office: Saturday [21-04]

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"Gladys, I've been thinking," Moist said as he threw open the doors of the Post Office to look out over the town.

"That Is Good. Thinking Is Important," Gladys rumbled, one thick finger scratching the top of Not-Tiddle's head.

Moist eyed her suspiciously. "Was that sarcasm?"

"No, Mr Lipwig. Golems Are Not Sarcastic. What Have You Been Thinking"

"I think we may be stuck here." Not that he was overly bothered by the fact.

"You May Be Right, Mr Lipwig."

"I usually am," he muttered and went to check if anything overly strange had come through the Sorting Engine overnight, Not-Tiddles trotting behind him.