Post Office, Friday

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Just for the heck of it, Sokka followed Gladys around, to see what she did all day. It turned out to be much more tedious than he had ever thought possible -- apparently, what she did all day was a lot of mind-numbingly boring work. With nothing better to do, Sokka helped out.

"Soooooo, Gladys..." he eventually asked, while they were mopping the floor. "What do you do when you get bored?"

"I Do Not Get Bored," she replied.

Sokka blinked at her. "....kay." He blinked some more. "No, I mean, like, what do you do for fun?"

"I Work."


"Oooooooookay." With a shrug, Sokka dropped his mop and went back to the counter. If she liked work so much, who was he to stand in her way? I mean, really. He practically OWED it to her to goof off for the rest of the day.

Turtle & Canary - Friday

[key-of-heart.livejournal.com]

See Sora.

See Sora pull out a pad of paper and start doodling heartless on it.

See Sora hide from Apu every time he walked by.

Honestly, Sora was a little afraid to go anywhere past the counter with Apu wandering around and scolding him everytime he tried to help with anything other than the squishy machine. Maybe if a customer came in, he'd be free to move about the store.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Pineapple, Tropical, *NEW* Red

He just added more glitter to the red name.

Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand

[george-m-bluth.livejournal.com]

There was no banana costume for him today. No, George Michael was standing behind the counter watching the seagulls again.

He was thinking about adding GOB to the menu board, but everytime he tried to make one, for some reason it went limp. He was wondering why. No one wanted a limp banana. 

( Menu Board )

(I have no shame.)

Wonders of the World, Friday [09/14]

[joanna-stayton.livejournal.com]

It was Friday.  That seemed like a day people might want to play some mini golf, so Joanna decided to open Wonders of the World. 

She was bored.  She was also accepting applications for employment. 

[Please wait for the OCD is up!]

The Beach; Late Friday Morning.

[by137.livejournal.com]

A.J. had been out on a jog that morning, mostly because it was becoming a habit and it helped work out the urge to just brood at the spot on his wall in his room. Fresh air did him good, and everything, and he could probably stand to bulk up a bit more, based on his incredible fighting skills that he got to display the other day. And, yes, his black eye was still hanging around, although the swelling had gone down nicely.

As it was, he looped around to the beach again and took in a deep breath. His whole course twice. Time to sit down and take a break. Maybe even do that whole sit and reflect thing while looking at the ocean and not even talking to yourself. Or just trying to remember how to breathe. Breathing was good. Jogging was hard...

And, after a while and a lot more thinking, he pulled his phone out of his pocket (shut up, he'd gone and gotten one of those nifty new ones that could fit nicely in his pocket and didn't cost an arm and a leg) and made a call.

[[ open, yes. ]]

Magic Box, Friday

[exwatcher.livejournal.com]

Giles was going over the books for the store in Sunnydale that Anya had sent him. He frowned at one particular entry then picked up his phone and dialed his 'business partner.'

He sighed when he got voicemail, but perhaps that was best. "Anya, while we've agreed you can order stock for the Sunnydale shop, do I really need to point out that a limited edition Backstreet Boys lunchbox is not an appropriate item and I have doubts that Ebay is an appropriate place to by shop stock. Please don't try to explain to me what you need the lunchbox for; I'm sure it would just embarrass both me and Xander. Just try and keep your personal acquisitions out of the Magic Box books."

Giles hung up and took off his glasses to rub at the bridge of his nose. The worst part was he couldn't stop himself from thinking about why she'd be buying such an item, no matter how much he'd like.

The HELP WANTED sign was still on the door and the Magic Box was open.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Gunther was out of the cupboard. He and River had reached a stalemate as River had fixed him with a stare that threatened use of violence. It hadn't meant Gunther did shut up however. Occasional curses in German reached her from the kitchen. River responded by a menu board message:

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's specials:
German curses

The Arms hotel is open.

Our Lady of Fandom, Friday all day

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

The window was still broken. A blackbird peeked inside, as if it considered moving in. Gabriel glared at it.

[The church is open]

Nast Sporting Goods, Friday [9/14/07]

[walks-two-paths.livejournal.com]

Savannah was a few minutes late opening the store, but she would blame it on the weird dreams she had had the night before.

She wandered the store, making sure that everything was in the proper place and then flipped the sign.

Nast's was open.

Photo Hut, Friday

[mr-hippie.livejournal.com]

Leo had made the mistake of pointing a light at the green screen and was temporarily blinded. Not knowing it was temporary, he was attempting to teach himself brail. With the embossed cover of a book.

Photo Hut is open.

HELP WANTED
NEW GREEN SCREEN STUDIO

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night (09/14)

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale arrived to discover that all of his umbrella arrangements had been removed. He pondered putting them back, and then decided that he didn't really want to repeat the beach theme anyway. So instead he just straightened things up (not that they really needed it) and put out the specials sign.

Tonight's Drink Specials
Overcast Friday
Friday Night Special
Friday Freeze

Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"Cough cough cough," GOB coughed. He was dealing with an end of the summer cold. "Hey, Tino," he said. "Cough cough can I cough get a cough cough losenge cough?"

Tino was standing far away from GOB. And, for the sake of safety, wearing a surgical mask.

Tino passed a cough drop down the bar.

"Cough cough thanks," GOB said. "Hack hack cough wheeze."

[OOC: I am kind of sick. Probably mod Tino for speed.]

The Junkyard, Friday evening

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

After she had finished work at the hotel, River headed towards the junkyard instead of back to the dorms. A.J. had left a message on her voicemail, asking for them to meet in the junkyard to finally get started on the mural on the Acorn. That suited River perfectly. Anakin had helped her repair the ship the previous week, and she had promised Rose to go flying this weekend. A new mural would be perfect.

She patted the Acorn. That had become a habit, originally borrowed from Kaylee. But the ship had personality and she felt it needed to be looked after, like a pet. She opened the doors to the cargo hold and let in the light from the setting sun.

[River is here ro meet A.J.]