Outside Efferton Manor, 10 PM Saturday night

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

Yesterday, GOB received a strange birthday card at his party. It was a birthday card from the CIA and they were offering him a job.

GOB wrote your response in purple ink as instructed and left it outside Efferton Manor, never stopping to think that the letter meant 10 PM on the day it was delivered, not the day he read it.

He couldn't wait to brag about this to everyone. If he was going to be a spy, though, he was going to have to brag in code. He'd figure out a good code soon.

[OOC: Just establishy.]

Fandom Post Office: Saturday [16.06]

[norglomofnit.livejournal.com]

Moist was looking thoughtful as he opened the Post Office.

This rarely boded well.

What he was thinking about was the fact that the Post Office really didn't get much attention. "Gladys, we need to do something to get people here. Any ideas?"

Gladys just looked at him, and went back to sorting the mail.

"That's what I thought you'd say. Never mind, I'll come up with something."

The Post Office was open.

The Devil's Nest; Saturday [ 06/16 ]

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Setsuna had been entirely all too blissful to not hear her phone ring once all day today. Even if it could have been Alphonse calling. She came in to open the bar and set to work, hoping the evening would pass just as quietly and simply as the day preceding it had.

The Devil's Nest is open.

[[ plz to be waiting for the very slow OCD is up! Come get drunk! ]]

Luke's Diner, June 17

[queen-of-zagreb.livejournal.com]

Apparently, Yitzhak should never let the busboy handle the resupply orders ever, ever again; this week's supply of canned foods had come in, and all of it was Spam.

. . . look, Yitzhak might have spent years on the road with a washed-out band, staying in the worst rathole motels ever and eating half-moldy three day old pizza out of the box, but even he had some standards. Sometimes. He'd kick you if you hinted as much, of course, but he did, dammit, and Spam was not on that list.

Well, they had to get rid of it somehow, and by the time a plan was formulated the cook hated the busboy about as much as Yitzhak did. They agreed on something, and that was scary. There would have to be drinking later. But for now . . .

Today's Specials
(If you can call them that.)
Spam Hashbrown Bake
Spam Vegetable Strudel
Spam Veggie Pita Pockets
Spam Swiss Pie

Please. Help us get rid of this Spam.

Luke's is, Spammily, open.

Our Lady of Fandom, Sunday all day

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Sundays were supposed to be the busy day of the week in a church, being the day of rest and all. Gabriel was relived that no one seemed to expect masses. That would be quite annoying. He was fine with resting, though.

[The church is open]

Caritas - Sunday Night [Open]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

Caritas was open tonight although GOB was nowhere to be found. He was very possibly off somewhere doing CIA training. Somewhere, in this case, meant upstairs in the currently vacant apartment above the bar. And training, in this case, mean sleeping.

Tino was around and there was a sign up:
Tonight ONLY
Jessica Rabbit performs!

GOB was going to be sorry he missed that.

[OOC: I shall not be around tonight, woe! Please mod Tino.]

Ching Tai - Evening

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

Roy hadn't heard anything yet about a certain curse involving the Chinese restaurant and even if he had, he wouldn't have given it a second thought even as he waited for Emma to show up. He was confident that she was the type to be fashionably late.

He'd traded his uniform for his blue slacks and was wearing a matching jacket over his white shirt even if it was just a little bit too warm. Not that it mattered, it made him look good and he'd take it off once he was inside.

((Roy is here for Emma Frost, but the restaurant is open of course for all your dinnerly needs.))

Fast Eddie's -- Sunday afternoon

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

After football practice, Dean met his Dad and they headed to Fast Eddie's for some family bonding, Winchester style.

"You want anything?" Dean asked as his Dad claimed a pool table and set up the balls. "My treat. Y'know, it being Father's Day and all."

[ooc: the Winchesters thread is locked to them, but open for all you pool playing or bowling needs]