The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday 6/5

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

When Mary failed to show up for breakfast, Gunther borrowed a key from housekeeping and went to check on her. He knew she'd been having a lot of trouble sleeping lately and didn't have the heart to wake her when he found her sleeping soundly. Unfortunately, he forgot to lock the door to her suite when he left.

Gunther took charge of the front desk for the day. He pushed aside the guest register so he could put out a tray of his famous lobster and truffle dumplings for any hotel guests that might wander through the lobby. He doesn't really know who is staying at the hotel, though, so he doesn't stop anyone from heading towards the guest rooms.

[OOC: Open! Scavenger hunters, you can look through Mary's suite or any of the unoccupied rooms. Just don't wake her up!]

Photo Hut, Tuesday

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

He was super bored at work, so he read magazines and ate cookies while leaning against the counter.  "Some people stand in the darkness, afraid to step into the light," he half sang, half muttered.  That song was stuck in his head. 

The Photo Hut was open for business.


[OOC: Stupid SOL testing means I prolly won't be around 'til after 1pm EST]

Outside Our Lady of Fandom, Tuesday morning

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel opened his eyes. The sunlight had been bright enough through his eyelids and now it hit him, making his head hurt even worse. Although aware of the effects of too much alcohol on humans, he still hadn't expected the after effects to be quite this bad. He was an archangel after all - no, correction, he had been an archangel. Until about a week ago he'd been the archangel Gabriel, Messenger of God and Angel of Death. Well, thinking about it, he'd lost the status of Messenger of God long before that, leaving only the Angel of Death title. God hadn't exactly been communicating much with him at all lately.

He sat up and looked around, blinking. This place didn't look like LA, and he was quite certain that was where he'd been last night. It also wasn't Heaven unfortunately, which would have been an improvement. Wherever he was, he had been sleeping on the steps of a small church. Gabriel glared at the pair of dark wooden doors behind him and picked up his trumpet, placing it in his lap.

During his existence he had seen far too many human monkeys turn bitter and curse their fate, God or both. None of them had ever had as good cause to do that as he had now. Once God had loved the angels above all, and when that hade changed, when the humans had come into the picture, all Gabriel had done was to try to restore the proper order of things. He'd fought against his angelic brothers for this cause, and finally, when the others had tried to bring another Nephilim into the world - even God agreed that the Nephilim were an abomination, right? - Gabriel had stood up against them. He'd lost. He'd lost everything about a week ago, in Eden. Michael had stripped him of his angelic status and left him as a mortal. There was nothing left for him.

A surge of anger made him stand up, nearly loosing his balance. He turned to face the church doors and pushed them open, stepping into the cool shade of the building. He raised his hand, pointing at the altar. "You haven't seen the last of me. I'll make you listen, once more."

Gabriel had been about to carry on, a rather long rant forming in his mind, but was distracted by the four squirrels who appeared on the altar. He frowned, then shrugged. Sighing again, he sat down on one of the pews and began to play the trumpet.

[Establishing only. And finally LJ lets me post]

Mauvaise Chance Apartments Lobby/Office: Tuesday, 6/5 (all day)

[needsaparrot]

Xander could be found behind the counter, feet up and reading the Onion Alexandria Times. Completely coincidentally, a small log-cabin made of wrapped Twinkies could be found on the counter.

There might be one missing if you happened to step in before Xander got his phone to produce a replacement. Hey, construction is hard work; he needed replenishments.

[OOC: Open for tenants old and new, Buster's scavenger hunt kids, and anybody else who wanders by.]

Turtle & Canary; Tuesday [ 06/05 ]

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

What goes up, must come down, and the nice seller's market that had been going was sharply descending. Good news for her to invest the extra money Sokka threw at her, bad news for her plan to sell her stocks this week. Wasn't like she was in a hurry or anything, really but it still sucked. And then there was the whole issue of the braid. Trying to think about what to do regarding the matter just left her depressed; she was feeling like she was better off not knowing. She sighed. Maybe today would be good and busy to distract her.

Today's Squishy Flavours: Regret, Revenge, Red.

Turtle & Canary is open!

Fandom Post Office, Tuesday 6/5

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette was behind the counter. Annette's face was behind the latest Cosmo. If it appeared that she was trying to hide from absolutely everything and everyone, then appearances would be right on the money. Didn't matter that currently she was alone right now, save for Not Tiddles who was grooming a paw, and Gladys who was in the back with the sorting engine.

Nope. Didn't matter one bit.

The Post Office is open.

Book Haven, Tuesday 10AM-5PM

[water-wonder.livejournal.com]

Tori was very much awake and happy this morning as she opened up the bookstore. She set out the tea and other treats for the customers and settled down behind the counter, with a cup of tea. She'd also brought a few of her cupcakes along, setting them on the counter in front of her.

Tori munched happily away on a cupcake, while reading through a book on ninjas. It was amusing.

Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

[meetingsnoopy.livejournal.com]

Melody had promised some of her old band stuff to this very cool guy named Buster for a scavenger hunt (which wasn't even hunting scavenges), so she opened the shop today. The ears and tail were in a box behind the counter, and she'd shelved the CD with the other used ones, between the Psychedelic Furs and the Pussycat Dolls.

She put on a Prince CD and happily immersed herself in a poster catalog. There was one bare spot left on the walls.

The Beach; Tuesday Afternoon.

[namelessblade.livejournal.com]

Feet in the sand, looking at the water, Kenpachi say on the beach. He'd never really lived by water before, not like that, not that he could remember, but he couldn't remember much if he thought about it. Perhaps that's what he was doing there, sword beside him in the sand, figuring that, with the students back at the dorms, there would be solitude here. Perhaps he was just sitting, not thinking at all, but attempting to waste useless time. But the fact that Yachiru was sitting beside him, just as still and just as quiet and just as distant as he was, seemed pretty good indication that at least something was up...


[[ open beach is open. *nod* ]]

Atlas Gym - Tuesday Early Afternoon

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

It had been awhile since Wilson had a chance to head down to the gym and with Aziraphale off running handwavey errands, the doctor decided to take himself off for some exercise.

Changing into shorts and one of Phale's t-shirts, he headed for the racquettball courts. He paused by the boxing area for a moment, eyeing the bags.

It was tempting to go in and try to learn a bit about the most basic fighting technique but with a soft sigh, Wilson realized that really wasn't ever going to be his way. The best he could do was try to keep his stamina up and his footing nimble so that he could continue to keep out of the way of the mean and nasties that seemed to like mortals for lunch.

Twirling the racquet in his hand, he headed into one of the glass walled courts. His thoughts kept drifting back to the aborted conversation with Lucifer the night before and as he lifted his hand up to serve to himself, he had to wonder when exactly the idea of being mortal had become such a handicap.

[ooc: Open as a gym tends to be!]

Magic Box, Tuesday

[exwatcher.livejournal.com]

Giles was going over the records that Anya had sent him for how the Magic Box in Sunnydale was doing. There was a lot of trying to read between the lines there -- like just what exactly would be the need for two gross of petrified toad's eyes and was it something he had to worry about. One could be kept up nights by the thoughts of what the Scoobies could be doing with almost any random assortment of ingredients.

He made a note to try fishing for more information the next time he called.

The Magic Box was open.

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday (06/05)

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale arrived at the Nest a little early tonight. The first thing he did was make sure that all the liquor bottles were in good order, and nothing was out of place. Then he made a mental note to double check that again when he locked up.

Next, he set a sign on the bar.

All "Tea" Drinks Half Off Tonight

When he had everything ready, he unlocked the doors and settled himself onto a stool behind the bar, with a well-loved copy of Lady Windermere's Fan.

Caritas - Tuesday 6/5 [Open]

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

Dick was getting the bar ready in record time today. That is until one of the zombie's complained (grunted, rather) that his leg was loose near his danger zone. Dick wasn't about to duct tape anything near a dead guy's junk. Tino wasn't looking forward to the job either. There was only one way to decide who would do it.

"One, two, three, four; I declare a thumb war!"

Caritas was open.

[I'm heading to bed now so mod Tino for the rest of your booze-y needs]

The Perk, Tuesday lunchtime

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

By lunchtime Gabriel would have felt a little better if hit hadn't been for the fact that he know was hungry. It was distracting. He had abandoned the church and gone in search for food when he had stumbled across a place from which the smell of coffee emanated.

After suspiciously sniffing the coffee and the brownie he had ordered - although his sense of smell wasn't what it had been, sadly - he sat down at a table by the window, pondering the situation. Wherever he was - and finding that out was a priority - he needed to come up with a a plan. He would soon be running out of money. That roadkill monkey he'd come across hadn't exactly been rich.

[The Perk is open of course, and please come and talk to Gabriel if you want.]

Tuesday, June 5th - OrangeShoeSevenAide, More or Less

[sizzler-sisters.livejournal.com]

Jerry and Jerry were passed out on the springy couch.

Then they were out teaching their workshop on geriatric sexuality in geese.

Then they were in the basement, cleaning up the donkey stalls and switching around who got which stall. Even though the donkeys drowned.

Then they were on the roof, looking for the Mafia's pigeons.

So, OrangeShoeSevenAide was open, more or less. It was certainly open to scavenger hunters, should they be so inclined.



(sorry this is late, got bogged down in Jerryclass!)

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