Just outside the causeway, way too early Tuesday morning

[iqof39.livejournal.com]

There was a Luxan in the middle of the road.

His appearance was followed a moment later with an "Uh... hello? ...John? Chiana?"

D'Argo wasn't exactly sure how he'd gotten there, especially as it really, really didn't look like the last place he remembered being. Remembering where he had been, he quickly checked himself over for signs of injury, surprised that there were none. Not that that was a bad thing. He was a lot happier being not bleeding.

It didn't look like he was going to have any immediate trouble here, but he reached back for his qualta blade just in case... and found it missing. Right. He had to stop giving that thing to people.

Keeping a close eye on his surroundings, D'Argo started off in search of a way back to everyone. And if it turned out he'd ended up a couple of hundred cycles in the planet's past or future again, he was going to be upset.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

It wasn't a strange occurance to see a very nervous Jeff sitting behind the front desk, but right now he was practically jittery. In fact, the moment he came in, he checked all possible exits, inspected the underside of several objects, then deposited Nana at the door before sitting down.

And jittered.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
please make him forget
(indecipherable SPLOTCH)
i have a girlfriend!

The Arms Hotel was open.

[SP after morning till tonight 'cause of family]

Fandom Post Office, Tuesday, 8/7

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette hadn't really wanted to call in today and not come to work, so she was very thankful that stupid spell ended yesterday. She was just incredibly sore from all those jerky movements. She rubbed warming muscle cream into her legs and arms and smelled like a walking peppermint stick, but that hardly mattered for the sake of comfort.

She was behind the counter. Not moving. Just standing there staring forward. She might be daydreaming, who knows.

The bell was out with a note that read: I'm standing here staring at you - ring it more than once I can't promise what will happen to you.

The Post Office is open.

(Y)MCA Office/Lobby: Tuesday Morning

[needsaparrot]

The morning found Xander awake early on a day that Fraser's covering construction; in the choice between failing to get back to sleep and wandering out to open up the office, for once sleep didn't win, and Xander can be located behind the counter, nursing a coffee from the Perk.

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[OOC: Here for one, open to all, but subject to SP via bossnapping with very little warning.]

Book Haven, Tuesday 10AM-5PM

[water-wonder.livejournal.com]

Tori opened up the bookstore, thankful that the spell Umbridge had cast on her had worn off yesterday. She set out the refreshments and took a seat behind the counter.

She attempted to read but she was distracted by what might happen to Phoebe if she went to see Umbridge.

[OOC: Open!]

The Park, Tuesday Evening

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

John was doing yoga in the park.  He was sitting cross legged with his hands on his knees and his eyes closed, attempting to meditate.  He was really bad at it.

[ooc: Park is open! ETA: Conversation with Andrew happens after the others for plotty reasons.]

Luke's Diner, August 7 (Tuesday)

[queen-of-zagreb.livejournal.com]

Yitzhak was behind the counter, occasionally whacking at the side of his giant slow brick of a quasi-laptop, which apparently didn't take to running Microsoft Word too well. (Yay for shady pirated copies?)

He was engrossed in writing up an idea for a musical where everybody who burst into song got dragged off to the psych ward after their number by all the bystanders who witnessed the random melodic moment.

This was what happened when he was left to browse Playbill.com unsupervised, apparently.

Luke's is open, and alive with the sound of crappy, sticky keyboard keys clicking.

Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [ 08/07 ]

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Another day, another dollar. Chad has both his kitty and his guitar with him at work today, strumming along idly in between tasks and flipping through the music magazines. Oh, the thrill and excitement of it all.

Today's Mix: There are a Lot of Songs about California

Groovy Tunes is open.

Turtle & Canary; Tuesday [ 08/07 ]

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle had been futilely trying to convince Apu to watch the store for her all day, despite the massive flood of overstock from the decimal error of a few days. He was reluctant, because he knew it wasn't for her classes and because Bart hadn't been into work yesterday, so they were behind and not even Turtle excusing Bart because he was "probably a duck or something" was working.

"I'm your boss, Apu; it's not like I need your permission."

"But since you are the boss, you need to be here to get this all cleared away."

"But Jeff needs me. It says so right in his voicemail. I kept it."

"You kept it?"

"Charlie told me to keep it! Apu! You can handle this. Jane made mistakes bigger than this all the time!"

"You are not shirking out on your responsibilities, are you, Miss Turtle?"

"URGH! If you weren't so valuable to the store, Apu, I'd so be firing you right now."

Today's Squishy flavors: Anger, Decimal, Red.

Turtle & Canary is open.

Pizza Planet, Tuesday evening

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Johnny had handwavily swung by Isabel's room and picked her up for their pizza date. It was what he needed and he was sure she'd enjoy herself as well. Besides, she was leaving Thursday and he wanted to spend time with her, just her, before she left.

He opened the door for her, saying over her shoulder, "Skies the limit - get whatever kind of pizza you want, and just so you know, sweetheart, my pockets are lined with quarters."

(ooc: For izzyalienqueen and thread locked to them please, otherwise Pizza Planet open for all your pizza needs!)

Caritas - Tuesday Evening [Open]

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

The zombies were playing, the bar didn't have any weird spills on it and Tino looked like he showered today. Dick felt he had done his job well.

He and Tino were behind the bar, deciding what drinking game to play tonight. Dick was so glad he didn't have class on Wednesdays. He couldn't think of a better way to break curfew.

[I have laid claim on the computer and am around tonight! Huzzah!]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening (08/07)

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Now that Wilson was gone back to New Jersey to find out what the hell was going on back at PPTH, Aziraphale found himself with a lot of fretful energy on his hands.

So once the drink specials were chosen, he set about cleaning the place from top to bottom.

Between him and Neil, the Devil's Nest was probably the cleanest business in town.

Tonight's Drink Specials
Doctor
House Destruction
Mess You Up

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Wednesday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

It was going to be one of those days. Mary had run out to Wonka's before her shift and picked up a pound of chocolate. She finished it within thirty minutes and started pestering Gunther for more.

"Gunther! We have to have more chocolate somewhere in this hotel! What kind of chef are you if you don't keep extra chocolate around?"

For his part, Gunther hadn't seen Mary this agitated in a while. Come to think of it, it had been a month since the last time he'd heard whining like this. He made a note to order extra chocolate in 28 days, just in case.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's specials
Champagne Truffles
Chocolate Macadamia Nuts
Chocolate Lollipops
Chocolate Hazelnut Brownies With Mint Chocolate Frosting
Chocolate Mousse

[Open! Up early because I have to be at work insanely early to let a contractor in. SP until 5 PM when I can finally escape.]