Fandom Post Office: Saturday [30.06]

[norglomofnit.livejournal.com]

Moist was yawning as he opened the Post Office. Sleep had been elusive last night, so he wasn't paying much attention to anything this morning.

Which would be why he tripped over Not Tiddles, who decided to twine around his legs. His hat went flying (not so strange; it had wings after all), Not Tiddles squawked her outrage and took a swipe at him as she darted away, and Moist came to rest in a graceless heap on the floor of the Post Office.

"What a fantastic way to start the day." Maybe he'd just stay here for awhile. Customers could just step over him. Or on him. He wasn't sure he cared either way.

Things just got better when Not Tiddles came wandering over and started head butting him. "Marvellous."

Gladys watched impassively from the corner. The Post Office was open!

The Beach, Sunday morning

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

After another rough night of bad dreams, Mary was up early to take a walk on the beach. She found watching the waves to be soothing and goodness knows that she needed that right now.

The big birthday party was tomorrow and she was still a little nervous. She's planned tons of parties and events before, but this is the first time where she's going to be the guest of honor. She's a little afraid that no one is going to show up just for her.

[Open!]

The Magic Box, Sunday

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Whee! Robin was bouncing as he opened the store. This weekend had been a lot of fun, even if he had missed the Baltimore trip. He wondered, and hoped, if his good vibes would have a positive effect on the store.

Magic Box is open for business.

ooc: gonna be afk much of the day so slowplay is hopefully okay.

Book Haven: Sunday 10-2 [7-1-07]

[livingasheth.livejournal.com]

Millie opened the store feeling particularly cheerful. More letters from home!

She got the store ready to go, then sat down to read them.

All around town, Sunday - Canada Day!

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

It was probably no secret by now that Jude? Was a giant dork.

Was a giant Canadian dork, no less.

So when his country's 140th birthday rolled around (Confederation, Charlottetown, PEI, July 1 1867), he was showing his patriotism the way that he knew how.

Skateboarding around town with a flag for a cape, a very distinctive Hat atop his head, and singing the Great White North theme song at the top of his lungs. "Coo roo coo coo coo coo coo COOOOOOO! Coo roo coo coo coo coo coo cooooo . . ."

[[Open!]]

Ching Tai [Sunday Evening]

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

Fraser's waiting just inside the door of the restaurant, trying to look as a suave as possible. Of course, if you know Fraser, you know that's not very suave at all. He keeps straightening up or combing fingers through his hair to check for cowlicks and the odd hair that wants to stick up.

Throughout the entire walk into town, he'd eyed the sky, checking for aliens or any other invader that might choose to take his words from yesterday and turn them on their head. Luckily, besides an errant rock that he'd nearly slipped on, everything was normal.

[Up early so I don't forget omg. Fraser's here for Ellen but open for your dining needs.]

Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

If last night's Steve Nicks experiment was terrifying, tonight was GOB's worst nightmare.

"Not ABBA! Anything but ABBA!" The zombies listened to GOB for once and started to play Rob Thomas music. "Okay," GOB said. "GO back to ABBA." Once again, the zombies listened.

It was the lesser of two evils to GOB.

[OOC: Aaaaand now I have a few FH-type guests. Going afk for a bit.]

Devil's Nest, Sunday Night 7/1

[sound-loyalty.livejournal.com]

It had been a surprisingly quiet weekend. Kabuto swept and dusted and did all the tedius little tasks that were required to make the bar presentable. He was anticipating a quiet night to echo the quiet weekend, but it never hurt to clean the place up. That, and his minor OCD wouldn't let him leave it not clean.

Letting Musubi handle the bar, Kabuto headed over the piano to give himself a crash course. Mostly because it was there.

Our Lady of Fandom - All day Sunday

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel was pleased that no one so far had wanted to hold some kind of Sunday service. The idea of a day of rest was fine though. Not that he wasn't resting a lot during all the other days of the week, but at least this was a perfect excuse to spend the day lying on the altar reading. Good light for that on the altar.

[The church is open.]