Fandom Post Office: Wednesday 5/9

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette was standing at the counter, linking paperclips together, she was also eating a powered donut. She brought a whole box in with her this morning and would most likely work her way through it during the course of the day. Yay for sugar!

"What Are You Eating?" Gladys asked, sneaking up on Annette, making her jump and choke and spit wet donut on the counter.

"Oh! You startled me, Gladys!"

"I'm Sorry But What Are You Eating?"

"A donut. Would you, uh, like one?"

"Yes Thank You." Gladys came forward, swiped the entire box from the counter and made her way back towards the sorting engine.

Annette frowned, followed Gladys with her eyes until she couldn't see her anymore. No way was she going to fight with her to get her donuts back.

"Crap."

Turtle & Canary; Wednesday [ 05/09 ]

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

There was a lot of paperwork today; there didn't seem to necissarily be a reason why the paperwork had piled so much today, but it had, so Turtle was practically bound to the back room. Something about a nine that looked like a four. Curses.

Apu was happy to be working without the threat of being kicked, though. Until Turtle emerged from the back room, at any rate.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Watermelon, Cherry, Red*

* Yes, there's a difference!

[[ not around today; please mod Apu; no OCD ]]

Sparky's Repairs, Wednesday

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John still had the "Help Wanted" sign tucked in the corner of the window, and he was wondering who he should call who was technical, reliable, and wasn't afraid of dingbots. Al? Naomi? Maybe that Liz gal, but she'd have to stay away from Goth and Emo else they start trying to bake cookies in their hands. Werechicken?

He makes a list:

Al: Maybe
Naomi: Technical?
Liz: NO SETTING EMO ON FIRE
Werechicken: Might stab the bots, usurp Ag's Spider for training.
Scorpy: Lack of vocal chords. Built-in coffeemaker a plus.
Teddy: Already employed. Right? Still?
Billy: If he doesn't just stand around making new legs all day.
Ami: Will spend all day with Werechicken Is she technical?
Turtle: NO. Too much time with Meatbag, will turn 'bots into mercs.
Nadia: Maybe. Get Agatha to keep an eye on her for me.
One of the newbies?

[Open like an open thing]

Magic Box - Wednesday

[exwatcher.livejournal.com]

Giles had paper spread out as he tried to graph the rating system he had come up with for apocalypses. It seemed to getting rather complicated.

Giles fleetingly wondered if maybe he needed a few more hobbies.


The Magic Box was open.

Movies in the Park, Wednesday Evening (05/09)

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Just before dusk, the temporary movie screen is set up. There's a large open area in front of it, where movie-goers can spread out blankets or set up lawn chairs. Some people are already gathered, picnicking while the sun sets.

[OOC: The movie begins at dusk, and the screen will be removed afterwards. OCD threads will be have been set up for your movie-going use. Anyone who needs the park for other purposes will find that the outdoor cinema takes up only a portion of the park, with plenty of space available for non-movie needs.]

Photo Hut, Wednsday

[mr-hippie.livejournal.com]

"Oh for-Leo! You half assed it again! Dumbass!"

Leo looked at the puppet placidly. "I did what Man?"

Leo moved the puppet's head and hand so it face palmed. "Oh hell's bells."

Photo Hut is open.

Devil's Nest, Wednesday Night 5/9

[sound-loyalty.livejournal.com]

Really, Kabuto was only a few minutes late for his shift. When you didn't know the place you worked at had been miraculously restored, it was kind of hard to know that you needed to show up at the same time as usual.

It was only through sheer coincidence that Kabuto had even been in town. So now he was behind the bar, reading his new book with a sort of detached interest.

Hey, at least he had a job again. Right?

Trooper Station - Wednesday

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

Roy was sitting back in his chair in his office, his jacket flung haphazardly over the back. The pile on his desk hadn't diminished one bit, but he was currently ignoring it by keeping it in his blind spot. Instead he seemed focussed on writing things down in a small, black notebook. It might have been girls' names and possibly dates.

((Open! ETA because I never get everything right the first time, his door is open if you want to bug him and a trooper will send you through.))

Caritas, Wednesday Evening [OPEN]

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod came in early to clean and set up and tape the zombies back together, since Tino had covered for him on Monday. Anyone looking closely at him would notice a slight pink tint to his nose and cheeks, almost as if he'd spent a day or two walking around outside without wearing sunscreen.

Hey, he was still relatively new to outside, and while he'd predicted the greenhouse effect, he'd never been burnt by it before.

Elsewhere in the Park...

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

There's a rickshaw cab at the side of the park, looking at Marty as though he was insane.

After going to this school for two years, Marty is already used to the look. And he doesn't bother letting the glares from the driver to speed up his task.

Finally the last shovel full of dirt is placed properly and Marty straightes up before giving the small pine tree a little pat.

"All right. Now... I want you to get plenty of sun. Make sure you drink plenty of water and absorb minerals. Don't forget that your root system is just as if not important as growing tall, okay?"

The driver was rolling his eyes now.

The pine tree didn't say anything back to Marty, but he smiled anyway.

A few moments later and Marty was back in the cab and heading for the causeway with a very doofy look on his face.

[Establishy only. Goodbye post still going on here. Otherwise... *waves goodbye to Marty*]