Book Haven: Sunday 10-2 [8-12-07]

[livingasheth.livejournal.com]

Millie opened the store in quite a cheerful mood after meeting Stanley for tea the day before. She set things out for the customers, then settled behind the counter to catch up on some business-y things while the store was quiet.

Magic Box, Sunday

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Robin opened the shop, and then set about stocking the shelves. It was quite a job to one who was kneehigh to a knee, but that didn't stop him.

Magic Box is open.

Photo Hut, Sunday

[mr-hippie.livejournal.com]

All in all, Leo would rather be at the beach today. Instead he's set up a big beach umbrella and lounge chair outside and had beach type music playing on the stereo.

Photo Hut is open.

Flag football practice, the Park, Sunday afternoon

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Those who responded to the handwavy memo about flag football practice would find Willow waiting for them in the designated spot in the park. She had her whistle, hat, clipboard, and of course her hedgehog Philbert in a snuggle sack. Willow took bonding with her hedgie very seriously.

Not dirty.

Once folks were assembled she got to speaking.
( And lo' did the teal deer gather 'round )

"See? That way we learn, but also do not die. I feel both of these things should be a priority. Work with your teams or practice alone if you want. Feel free to go as many times as you like so long as you're not stealing someone else's turn because that would be rude. " Willow pointed to a nearby bench. "I'll be over there with Philbert if you need me. And have fun, YAY!!!!"

[ooc: OCD a-coming is up! All are welcome. In fact, if anybody felt like joining the flag football folks in their practice, Willow would not stop them. Fun for all! And the flag football crew is only in one spot of the park, so plenty of room in other places for folks who'd like to do non-flag football things.]

Luke's Diner, August 12 (Sunday)

[queen-of-zagreb.livejournal.com]

Yitzhak had woken up late, not used to opening the diner on Sundays any more, and caught the podcast of last night's radio to find out his employee had turned into a puppy.

A puppy. Seriously?

So he got into the diner a couple of hours late to open it up, much to the obvious disappointment of the kitchen staff, and immediately parked himself behind the counter with the crappy gigantic pseudolaptop.

Was he looking up rhinestone-studded pink dog collars? Noooooooooooo. Not at all.

Luke's is (belatedly) open.

The Perk, Sunday Late Morning

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan held the door open for Anemone as they entered the Perk, smiling warmly. "So," he said, "tea and debate. I do believe that tea is the first order of business; what would you like?"


[OOC: Thread with Anemone locked to them, otherwise open for regular Perkly business!]

Devil's Nest, Sunday Night 8/12

[sound-loyalty.livejournal.com]

The Devil's Nest was already pretty clean when Kabuto showed, up, but that wasn't enough to stop him from going over it again. When he was finally satisfied with the way everything looked, Kabuto sat down in his usual place behind the bar with a pen and notebook. He was making a list.

The Beach, Sunday Afternoon

[water-wonder.livejournal.com]

Tori was all set to go for the surf lesson she was giving Robin. She had her surfboard on her lap and was waxing it, while waiting for him to show up.

She had a feeling this would be fun.

[OOC: For robinthefrog.]

The Park - Late Sunday Evening

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

It was dark by the time Wilson reached Fandom, quite dark and quite late but he wasn't really aware of the time.

He'd spent most of the drive remember the good times with House and quietly mourning the loss of what had been a very important friendship in his life. Wilson tried to tell himself that he shouldn't think in terms of absolutes but he had to accept the fact that it was going to be awhile before he could even think of speaking to House again.

These thoughts stuck with him as he pulled his luggage out of the boot of the Aston Martin and began to make his way through the streets of Fandom. He made it as far as the park before being distracted by a certain park bench.

For some strange reason, he'd remembered that tonight was supposed to be the most active night for the Perseid Meteors and it seemed a good idea to sit down on the bench and perhaps search the night sky for the bright streaks of atmospheric fireworks. Setting his luggage behind the bench, Wilson settled down and looked up towards the night sky in an attempt to remind himself that the week's past events were actually quite small in the grand scheme of things.

[ooc: It's a parks and parks are open...even late in the evening! :)]

Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB was behind the bar and going about his work in a completely conventional and not at all moderately bizarre way.

This was boring.

But he just didn't have it in him to make Tino put up a sign or anything tonight. For shame.

[OOC: I am seriously uncreative in the post tonight. But worry not, I am around and slightly more creative when it comes to interaction! Possibly.]