Book Haven: Thursday 10-5PM [7-12-07]

[livingasheth.livejournal.com]

Millie opened the store and set out treats for her customers. She was in a particularly good mood today, possibly due to her discovery of such things as tabasco sauce.

Happiness is finding a pencil
pizza with sausage
telling the time.
Happiness is learning to whistle for the very first time...

Turtle & Canary; Thursday [ 07/12 ]

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"The best things in life are free," Turtle, singing along with the random music as she stocked, also moved her hips a little, "but you can give them to the birds and bees; I want money."

"That's...what I want; that's what I want."

She went and placed the new, non-glittery Alice nametag on SquishyBot. "Your love gives me such a thrill..." And then the very glittery "Help Wanted" sign on the door. "But your love won't pay my bills, I want money!"

And then took her place behind the counter and open up her Wall Street Journal. "That's...what I want!"

And so totally have. Mwa ha ha.

Today's Squishy flavors: Bass Clef, Treble Clef, Red.

Turtle & Canary is open!

Somewhere in the Preserve; Thursday Evening.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

After they'd found a good, clear spot (Setsuna had rather insisted that they go trekking through places there weren't paths first; it didn't feel right otherwise), the sun was starting to set on the girls as they set up their camp. Setsuna helped Ami with the tent a little, but left it mostly to her so she could get used to the set-up for her scouting class; she mostly worked on getting a safe firepit and getting it started. Very easy, considering that her only innate magical ability was fire and all.

And there they were. Camping. And Setsuna didn't even have to ask Ami to put up the tarp.


[[ for slr_mercury, who was modded with permission. and it is in the middle of the preserve, so, hell, if you'd got a reason why your character would stumble on them, why the heck not? ]]

Groovy Tunes, Thursday

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail were stalking sunbeams across the floor, with detours into stalking each other. Charlie was writing another adventure of the Nomadic Celtic Chef.

Having successfully catered the Festival of Night, the Nomadic Celtic Chef joined a caravan into the darkest jungles of Caprica Tatooine Bresh'nev, in search of a flying unicorn who could take him to the dark side of the moon, and the space pirates who fought the zombies of Yak'ov....

Today's mix: B21, Khaled, Anggun, and Ladysmith Black Mambazo & the Mint Juleps.

If Charlie turned off the sound system, she might hear the Nylons singing The Lion Sleeps Tonight, a capella.

Groovy Tunes is open.

The Park, Thursday morning

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

When the party was nice, the party was jumpin' {Hey, Yippie, Yi, Yo}
And everybody havin' a ball {Hah, ho, Yippie Yi Yo}
I tell the fellas "start the name callin'" {Yippie Yi Yo}
And the girls report to the call
The poor dog show down
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}

The music had stopped bothering Jeff pretty early on. In fact, at this point, he was just pleased to hear the magical crazy music voices had stopped launching into 'The Ballad of Chasey Lain' whenever he moved a limb or breathed. Life was less distracting this way, or at least less blurtful.

On the other side of the equation, however, apparently life wasn't content to just bestow upon him a giant evil spy tank disguised as a dog; he had to walk it, too. In the park. Which still was not an entirely comfortable place for him, all things considered. Too many troubling phone memories.

Long since deprived of his willpower, he simply sighed in resignation when the dog began doing its business on his foot. The voices swelled in cheerful mockery of his misery.

Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)

[ Open like a park ]

Photo Hut, Thursday

[mr-hippie.livejournal.com]

Hangin' out,
Down the street!
The same old thing,
We did last week!

Not a thing to do,
But talk to you!

We're all alright!
We're all alright!

Hello Wisconsin!

Leo looked about him frantically, searching for the source of the music.

Photo Hut is open. And still

HIRING!

The Devil's Nest - Thursday Evening 7/12

[iftheseshadows.livejournal.com]

Neil had been enjoying the music that had been around all day and thusly he was a bit surprised when it didn't seem inclined to follow him into the Devil's Nest.

Oh well, easy enough to take care of, just turn on the music at the dance floor. Jerry Lee Lewis seemed a good choice for tonight!

Caritas, Thursday [7/12]

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe had been trying to hide from the random soundtracks popping up all day. It wasn't going so well.

So taunt me and hurt me,
Deceive me, desert me,
I'm yours 'til I die,
So in love,
So in love,
So in love with you, my love, am I.

"Couldn't you have followed me around with a better damn song?" she demanded angrily.

So taunt me and hurt me,
Deceive me, desert me,
I'm yours 'til I die,
So in love,
So in love,
So in love with you, my love, am I.

She got the zombies put together and unlocked the doors. Once behind the the bar she looked at Tino.

"Quarters?"
"Can we pretend we're using quarters and just drink?"
"Good plan."

It was going to be an interesting night for the patrons of Caritas if this was how the two of them were starting out the shift.

The Park, Thursday Early Evening (07/12)

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

There was an angel sitting on the park bench.

He was looking...confused.

Very very confused.

And listening to something.


[ooc: Thread with dr_jwilsonmd and dawn_bearer is locked to them, but the park is open for your use.]

Café Fina, Thursday

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé had never given much thought to what music would suit her, if it were to spontaneously follow her around for a day or so.

He's a complicated man, but no one understands him but his woooooooman!

If she had thought about it, she might have selected something classical, a piano piece perhaps; maybe something with sweeping orchestrals.

At the car wash, whoa whoa whoa whoa
Talkin' 'bout the car wash, girl

It would probably not have been soul funk from the 1970s. And yet, it seemed oddly fitting.

She's a brick .... hooooooooooouse
She's mighty, mighty, lettin' it all hang out

Cafe Fina has never been this groovy. It's open, for all you cool cats and hep gangstas.

Post Office, Thursday (7/12)

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka was movin' and groovin' as he opened the post office this morning.

Play that funky music white boy
Play that funky music right
Play that--

Oh, hey, there was Not Tiddles. He hadn't really paid much attention to her lately. Today, he decided, with a sudden change of theme music, would be dedicated to being nice to her.

Little bag of bones been out all night
Little bag of bones been out all night
Kitty, you're scratchin' at the screen door
Kitty, you're scratchin' at the screen door
Little bag of bones been out all night
He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his head
He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his rain-soaked hide
He's circlin' round my ankle
He's circlin' round my ankle
He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his hide
Oh kitty, won't you come inside

Kitty on my foot and I wanna touch it...

... Except, after a few minutes, she reared up and scratched his leg though his pants.

"OW!!! Hey! What'd you do that for?!?!??"

[Wait for OCD We 'R' openz!]

The Graveyard: Thursday Night

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

It's another quiet night in the graveyard, yet Mel is content to patrol it yet again. Especially with the company she has tonight.

( So what's it like dating a king? )

[Preplayed with the fabulous willbedone. NFI but OOC comments are always cherished.]

Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday all day

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

When one entered the church today one was greeted by the smell of freshly brewed tea. Gabriel found that the kettle was an extremely useful invention.

Oddly enough there was no music playing. Of course, not having left the building, Gabriel had no idea this was odd at all.

[The church is open]