Book Haven: Thursday 10-5PM [9-6-07]

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana got the store ready for customers in quite a cheeful mood. Then she opened the store and settled down with a good book.

Pizza Planet [evening]

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Luke still wasn't sure how this had happened, but there he was.

At a pizza place.

Waiting for Jo.

To have a date.

He wasn't sure if he should be hoping she was wearing a shirt this time or not.

[OOC: Luke's here for Jo, Pizza Planet's available for everyone else, there will be SP for great time zone justice.]

Groovy Tunes, Thursday

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

Today was Charlie's last day at work. With the new semester starting up, she'd decided to see if she could get by on her savings and allowance for a semester, and Melody had been okay with her quitting, since there were so many new kids coming in too.

She was going to keep coming in to play with Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail, though.

Groovy Tunes was open.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Thursday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary was in a really good mood as she settled in for her shift. She had a party to look forward to tomorrow and her conference over the weekend. Things were looking really good.

The specials board was back today, but due to some sort of miscommunication, all the specials were desserts. Perhaps Gunther was indulging his sweet tooth.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's specials
Chocolate Chip S'mores
Peach Cobbler
Tropical Fruit Trifle
Profiteroles with Mocha Pastry Cream

Have a very sweet day!

Beach [Thursday Late Morning]

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

With his classes over for the week, Lee decided that he wanted out of the dorms. Once he was awake enough, he wandered his way down to the beach slowly, taking time to get his bearings, examine the area for quick exits and mentally map the town in his head.

It might be useful.

Once he'd arrived at the beach, he took a seat in the sand, far enough away from the water that he wouldn't get wet but close enough to hear the noise from the waves. The book he'd shoved in the back pocket of his shorts came out and he opened it up, rifling through the well worn pages.

Now, just to hope that it didn't rain. Or maybe he wanted it to rain. Who knows.

[Beach is open! Bother Lee, use it for other purposes! Gimme pie...oh wait.]

Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday all day

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel had received a letter yesterday, but it hadn't been from God. Hence he was in a bad mood, despite the fact that Emma's and Ares' invitation meant free food and drinks.

The broken window was still hanging from just one hinge, and Gabriel glared at it.

[The church is open and the ex-archangel is grumpy]

Turtle & Canary; Thursday [ 09/06 ]

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"What do you mean, they didn't come in?" Turtle's voice was a slightly shrill shriek as she gawked at Apu. He'd just finished unloading the last of today's truck, and there was not a single jug of new Red to be seen. She was confused and feeling helpless, and that made her even more angry, because she hate, hate, hated that. "I just talked to them, Apu, they said they'd be here! Why aren't they here? What did you do to them!"

"I did not do anything to them, Miss Turtle," Apu argued back with a roll of his eyes. "What would I do with two hundred cases of Red flavor? I do not even really like it, unless it is the Red followed up with the word Curry."

Turtle sighed in exasperation. "Great," she muttered, "just peachy. So we'll have to keep using all the bad Red."

"You know, Miss Turtle, no one has mentioned anything except that boy, and he does not really seem all that--"

"Just!" Turtle interrupted sharply, "just unload and try to push as much freight as you can, Apu, and I'll check the inventory lists before I leave; I've got a phone call to make."

The glittery sign about hiring and benefits and all that crap was still up.

Today's Squishy flavors: Blue, Green, Bad Red.

Turtle & Canary is open!

Pixie Dust, 10 a.m. - 4 p.m.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Armed with a coffee and a stack of fashion magazines, Isabel opened Pixie Dust on time.

( Here's that pretty sign! )

[It was always in the right comm. Really....]

Wonders of the World, Thursday

[goodoldbo.livejournal.com]

Bo had found out all that how-to-hold-down-a-job stuff from Daisy the night before, so opened up the mini-golf course and go-kart track without fuss. And of course he had to check that the go-karts were all in good working order. For a while.

Wonders of the World is open. Really.

( Course List )

Nast Sporting Goods [9/6]

[bigbrothersean.livejournal.com]

Sean opened the shop on time and took up a position behind the counter instead of hiding out back in his office. He was in a good mood, thanks to the fact that business was slowly but steadily picking up.

The help wanted signs were still in the windows.

[Wait for the OCD is up]

The Junkyard - Thursday after classes

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

The Acorn was still in one piece, and River ran her hand along the rough metal surface of the main doors, wondering where this particular piece had originated. The squirrels had been quite resourceful. As daylight struck the floor of the cargo hold - the only large space inside the ship, the dust covering the floor became a little too obvious. Not enough people around to stir it up, River thought. She looked around the room,  trying to decide of a good wall for the mural A.J. had promised her. The IKEA furniture - which Buffy had helped her chose - was firmly attached to the floor, but was looking a little to dusty to be particularly inviting. She switched on the lava lamp, hoping it would improve the atmosphere of the ship.

[River is here to meet Anakin, but post is open if you want to stop by.]

Caritas, Thursday Evening (9/6)

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders was a liiiiiiiiiiiittle bit late making it in for his first shift, which earned him the first dirty look of the evening from Tino. By the time he had the band taped up and ready to go, they bore a remarkable resemblance to a badly beaten-up basketball team . . . because that's what happens when you let a jock put a band together. (The guitarist and bass player had steadfastly refused to let him give them finger splints, no matter how much he argued. He pretty much gave in when he realized they were about to refuse their heads right off, and he'd already gone through enough athletic tape.)

Tino gave him the second weird look of the night when he got behind the bar.

"What?" demanded Anders. "It's not like I'm not back here all the time on Thursday nights anyway."

He didn't get it at first when Tino rolled his eyes and walked away, but ten minutes later -- when he was staring at the bottles with a completely lost expression on his face -- it occurred to Anders that while he might be used to being on this side of the bar, he'd never exactly been paying attention to what exactly the person on this side was supposed to do.

Well. This could be interesting.

[OOC: One clueless (and slightly mopey) bartender, at your service! AFK until about 8:30 EST, and then I'm around all night.]

The Devil's Nest - Thursday 9/6

[iftheseshadows.livejournal.com]

Neil was in a fairly chipper mood as he bounced through the door to the Nest that night. He had his backpack filled with homework which he'd delve into after he'd cleaned up the lounge and waxed the dance floor.

After all, priorities!

In the meantime Musubi was behind the bar to serve drinks.

Photo Hut, Thursday

[mr-hippie.livejournal.com]

Leo was sweeping up styrofoam packing peanuts, which were proving to be elusive little buggers.

The sign was still up in the window, as it was occasionally rather lonely around here.

( cut for image )

The sign in the window said "HELP WANTED".

Fast Eddie's, Late Thursday Afternoon*

[needsaparrot]

Bowling might not be on the top ten list of recommended treatments for OT3 separation anxiety as published in So Now You're A Menage a Un^**, but hey, what's more uplifting than badly-fitting shoes and overpriced nachos?

Look, at some point this seemed like a good idea, okay?

__
^* By which we mean "Before Caritas opened."

^** ...and by God Xander loved Hiswillow, but no, he wasn't going to buy that for Anders even with the very generous 25% off amazon coupon she'd included along with the 2-page bibliography when he e-mailed her for advice.

[OOC: Xander's here with futurebucs_star and bridge_carson but it's open for all your posted on time RLY bowling needs.]

Fandom Post Office: Thursday [06.08]

[norglomofnit.livejournal.com]

The Post Office was butterfly free today.

Probably because they'd all been eaten.

Moist was sitting on the front counter, flipping through the account books, ignoring Not Tiddles as she attempted to hunt frogs. She wasn't very successful. One cat, even a probably-a-demon cat, when faced with an entire Post Office full of frogs, was rather spoiled for choice. Tail lashing, she kept looking from one to another to another to another to...you get the point.

Guess what came out of the Sorting Engine this morning?

He really should find someone to look at it. Either that or hire some more students, so it would be their problem and not his.

[ooc: still one last opening at the Post Office - for Thursday. Check here if you're interested!]