Book Haven: Monday 10-5PM [8-13-07]

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana opened the store and set out the tea and cookies for the customers, before settling down with a good book.

Not so deep in the Preserve, Monday afternoon

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew found a suitable clearing and began setting up. 

( In which Andrew summons flying monkeys to Fandom... )

"Okay.  Um, let's go!"  Andrew took off towards the school at a jog.  Behind him, ten flying monkeys took to the sky, their howls of delight ringing out across the island.

[ooc: Mostly establishy.  Feel free to mod observing the monkeys in flight - they're pretty darn visible with the big ol' wings and all.  OOC comments are wonderful as well!]

Photo Hut, Monday

[mr-hippie.livejournal.com]

Leo continued his exploration of modern music with R.E.M.

Photo Hut is open.

Corner of Leprechaun and Minotaur (near the Junk Yard), Monday afternoon

[deandestroyer.livejournal.com]

Here on a street corner stood a chicken. The chicken looked around curiously. After a few minutes, it crossed the road. It stood on the other side for a few more minutes, its curiousity apparently not yet satisfied. Finally, it crossed back to its original position. Still the chicken seemed curious and seemed compelled to cross back the way it had just crossed twice.

The chicken did this over and over and over, countless times all afternoon, never seeming completely satisfied with where it ended up. Every time the chicken reached where it was heading, the faint sound of a rimshot could be heard, seemingly out of nowhere.

Finally, when afternoon turned to evening, the chicken flew away.

Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to the other side, of course.

[OOC: The chicken is not up for interaction, but people are free to notice it, attempt to feed it, etc. It will simply ignore you as it quests to get to the other side of the road over and over again.

There is an explanation for this. That will be up shortly.]

The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Lucifer was behind the bar this evening, waiting for a certain upset doctor to arrive for their usual get-together.

There might even be extra wine out for the occasion.

Musubi? Waiting for the entertainment to start.

Caritas - Monday evening (Open)

[carbontelepath.livejournal.com]

Emma was still trying to forget the sight that had met her when she entered the church on Friday. She was hitting the Cosmos like they were going to be banned any second now.

ooc: Up early 'cause now is when the net is working. Chat with Emma or mod Tino!

Selkie Cove, Monday Afternoon

[water-wonder.livejournal.com]

It was a beautiful day out, especially for surfing, but Tori didn't feel up to it. Instead, she just sat on the sand and stared out at the waves, her head resting on her arms.

She'd be leaving Fandom in about two weeks, give or take a few days. And she realized she didn't want to.

[OOC: Open for anyone.]

Luke's Diner, August 13 (Monday)

[queen-of-zagreb.livejournal.com]

. . . so apparently his employee was still a puppy, as Yitzhak found out when the frantic busboy came banging on his door to interrupt him in the middle of some Quality Time (tm) with his most recently acquired dress.

He was Not a Happy Drag Queen when he arrived at the diner, just long enough to open it . . . because he had other things to do.

Luke's is open, sans figure of authority -- this may actually bode better for anyone happening by.

[OOC: Go me, I forgot. Damn Mondays. Please to be server-modding, as Yitzhak's off to conspire. Ahem.]

Fandom Post office: Early morning, Monday [Before it opens]

[norglomofnit.livejournal.com]

Moist was a (reluctant) man on a (reluctant) mission, that fell perfectly into the category of 'seemed like a good idea at the time'. Arriving at the post office in the pre-dawn light, he unlocked the doors and peered into the creepy shadows, a bit taken aback by the weird noise echoing off the walls.

He tracked it to the back room. Not Tiddles, growling and hissing, was crouched on a box (a pink one), and from the box came a muffled mewing. "Nice kitty." She swiped at him, and growled louder, but even Moist wouldn't leave poor, innocent kittens to Not Tiddles' tender mercies.

After a brief, and disturbingly pointy, interlude, he claimed victory over the demon cat and freed the box. "Plates? I risked life and limb for a box full of plates? With," he pulled one out, "kittens. That woman really is evil."

It was with a certain amount of satisfaction that he closed the box, bandaged his hands, gathered up the rest of Umbridge's mail and left the post office. This should make both the good sheriff happy and aggravate that horrible woman.

Moist really loved a plan with no downsides. (But he was seriously beginning to dislike cats.)

[ooc: That Moist was at the post office and savaged by a turbot Not Tiddles is fine for broadcast, what he was doing not so much, thanks. Umbridge's mail modded with permission.]

Sparky Repairs - Monday

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

Naomi came into work on time and set up for her shift.

Sparky's is open.