Along the beach by Serentiy Cove, early Wednesday Morning

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Stan was up early, eager to get some fishing in before the day truly started. A new stock of lures, some reworking of old lures, and a feeling of almost boyish glee had him out at the beach by the cove, trying his luck.

[open!]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Wednesday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

There was a tiny orange kitten prancing around the lobby as if she owned the place. Which, in fact, she did. Gunther was nervously watching the kitten and wondering if it was time to make a panicked phone call to Ed Deline. 

(Open! My Internet access is really sketchy so mod Mary Kitty and Gunther.)

Fandom Post Office - Wednesday

[southernbender.livejournal.com]

Katara was perched on top of the counter in the post office with a fishing rod in her hand.  With any luck, she could keep Not Tiddles distracted by the furry mousey thing on the end of the line.  A distracted Not Tiddles meant a happy Katara and - well, it wasn't like she could tell, but she thought it meant a happy Gladys too.

Magic Box, Wednesday

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew was in high spirits as he went to open the Magic Box, but he frowned when his key didn't seem to want to turn in the lock.  Then he heard a voice.  It was as if the door was speaking to him, saying, "When is a door not a door?"

Andrew stared at it blankly. "Umm..."

"When it's ajar!"  The key turned and the door swung open.

Andrew shook his head and rushed around to set up the shop.

The Magic Box is open for all of your phantasmagorical needs.

Our Lady of Fandom, Wednesday all day

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

It was clearly time to go shopping for more books. At least the cat in the bookshop hadn't attacked him. Gabriel was also a little concerned about Karal's behaviour yesterday. The boy seemed quite sensitive, and perhaps he shouldn't have been pushing the issue of witch burnings.

[The church is open]

Photo Hut, Wednesday, 8/15

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Johnny was at work.

All was right here in the land of cameras and film.

Photo Hut is open.

[Yeah, brain is still in bed. Bouts of SP today as I have many errands to run.]

Turtle & Canary; Wednesday [ 08/15 ]

[fastestkidalive.livejournal.com]

Bart slunk into the store today, really hoping Apu wouldn't tell Turtle he had missed Monday because is mun is a moron and forgot he was playing that cool RPG online. He was a twelfth level rogue!

Apu simply gave him a dirty look and he went about making sure everything was in place. Five times. He was bored already.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Red, Mana, Ale

Dear Deadpool, Wednesday

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

( For the triumphant return! )

[[Any questions or pleas for advice from Deadpool, please to be going here]]

Luke's Diner, August 15 (Wednesday)

[queen-of-zagreb.livejournal.com]

Yitzhak was feeling a little bit friendly today -- thus the clean-shaven, made up, glammed-out, and stunningly feminine look.

Was it a coincidence that the dress of choice for the day was pink? Well, of course not -- the color could use a little bit of redemption, and really, who better to pull that off?

Yitzhak as bizarre fashionplate Jesus figure? Scary, scary thought -- but Luke's is open.

Trooper Station: All Day Wednesday

[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

Dale is at his post at the front desk today covering any incoming calls... which are pretty much nonexistant.

Which is why he's probably babbling on to his tape recorder.

"... and while I believe my most recent class on civil disobedience to be successful, I can't help but wonder what kind of danger I might have put my students in. My only hope is that I can monitor the school announcements for any mention of my students names and intercede on their behalf."

Dale turned off his recorder thinking his monologue done... only to have his hand reach again for the record button.

"One more thing Diane... While I initially thought that having a recreation of Albert and the Sheriff's department at Twin Peaks would be an appropriate setting for the class, it has set off a chain of thought that I've been trying to ignore for quite some time. I've been in Fandom for several months now and I still have no recollection of the precise events that have brought me here. I've tried various meditative techniques and other methods to try and reclaim some of those memories only to be unsuccessful. My only hope is that somehow my appearance here in Fandom is the result of a higher power and that I serve some higher purpose in being here. Even if that means supporting the local economy by drinking coffee and massive baked goods.

Still... I can't help but feel a little homesick after seeing Albert yesterday.

Or perhaps I'm using this as an excuse to avoid doing paperwork.

That's all for now Diane. I'll catch up with you later.

Devil's Nest, Wednesday Night 8/15

[sound-loyalty.livejournal.com]

Kabuto was only a little bit late for work, but Musubi had already opened the bar for him. He nodded his thanks to her as he made sure the place was clean, then took his place behind the bar. Pulling out his notebook, he went back to the project he'd been working on for the past few days.

Caritas- Wednesday, August 15

[solo_sword]

When Jaina got to the bar, there was a tall, hairy being staring down a zombie. "Can I help you?" she asked, going to duct tape the drummer's hand to the drumstick. It had been coming loose lately.

"Are they supposed to be here?" he asked in a low, gruff voice.

"Yeah. That's the band," Jaina said. "We're not open yet, but if you wait a couple minutes I can get you set up."

"Oh, don't worry about it. It's my night behind the bar," D'Argo said.

Jaina paused. "No, it's mine."

"Tonight's Wednesday?"

"Yeah."

"I was told to start on Wednesday."

"I'm killing him," Jaina muttered, and headed to the phone at the bar to make a quick call. Once that was done, she folded her arms in the face of the alien a whole foot and a half taller than her, and said, "I'm not leaving until I hear differently."

D'Argo matched her position and said, "Neither am I."

And that would be why anyone who showed up tonight might have two bartenders fighting over them on principle.

[I however have a spinny room deal going on. Please to be modding Tino if you can.]

Movies in the Park, Wednesday at Dusk (08/15)

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Just before dusk, the temporary movie screen is set up, with a large grassy area in front. A few people have arrived early to share picnic suppers, and to visit with their friends.

[OOC: The movie begins at dusk, and the screen will be removed afterwards. OCD threads will be up for your movie-going use. Anyone who needs the park for other purposes will find that the outdoor cinema takes up only a portion of the park, with plenty of space available for non-movie needs.]

Edge of the preserve, Wednesday Late Morning

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Robin stood waiting for Gwynn wearing a hip pack, slung across his chest like a bandoleer. It held a compass, and some trail mix.

Fandom Post Office: Early Wednesday morning [before it opens]

[norglomofnit.livejournal.com]

Once more, Moist was at the Post Office nice and early, and this time the noise that greeted him was a muffled... "Neighing?" he asked aloud, very puzzled.

Again, he tracked it to back room. There were several parcels next to the Sorting Engine, but only one was making noise and, sure enough, it was addressed to Umbridge.

Since she was never going to get it, he ripped it open and pulled out a plate with a pony on it. Like the kittens, it was moving and making noise, an oddly squeaky, high-pitched whinny as it tossed its head in the air, looking distressed.

"That doesn't really sound right," he said as the pony started to cough. Suddenly, the light dawned. "Oh, I see. It's a little hoarse."

From out of nowhere came a Bad-dah boom!

[ooc: Umbridge's mail once more modded with permission. The pun's all my fault, though.]