Book Haven: Monday 10-5PM [9-17-07]

[livingasheth.livejournal.com]

 The store is open, but Millie is nowhere to be seen. Instead Proudfoot is curled up on the counter watching the door.  No worries, though.  If a customer comes in, Proudfoot will let Millie know.

Fandom Post Office, Monday, 9/17

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette was still using her crutches but once she was inside the post office, she leaned them against the counter and limped around, doing what needed to be done before any customers arrived, which included giving Not Tiddles some catnip.

After thirty minutes Annette wondered if she might have given the cat too much. She was racing around the front office chasing something Annette couldn't see. And her eyes seemed oddly dilated and her claws were all out, like in full force. Every now and then Not Tiddles looked at Annette and hunkered way low to the ground, tail twitching.

This did not bode well.

"Come near me Miss Kitty and I'll whack you with my crutch." Okay, not really, but it was a good threat.

Didn't faze Not Tiddles. She launched herself through the air, over the counter, at a wide-eyed Annette.

"Holy Mother Ma--" On her back she went, a speed demon of a cat making strings of her sweater before it launched herself off and started chasing unseen objects again.

The Post Office was, however, open.

Turtle & Canary; Monday [ 09/17 ]

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Bart had spent most of the weekend with a panduppy to play with. Work was...

Slightly less interesting to him. He'd already read most of the magazine---Ooh! Was that a new National Geographic?


Today's Squishy Flavors: Panda, Puppy, Red V 2.0

Groovy Tunes; Monday [ 09/17 ]

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

There was no time for Chad to play with the kittens today; of course, there was also no time for Chad to do work-work today, either, as he had a performance coming up. Sure, it was just something for class, but it had been a while since he performed, and he'd missed it, anyway, and wanted to make sure it was really good. Of course, he'd help any customers if they came in, bu, in any of his free time, he was plucking away quietly behind the counter, trying to find the right mix of styles he was hoping to present.

Today's music: mariachi and classical Japanese played very low in the background

Groovy Tunes is open!

Luke's Diner, Monday

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Someone had given Jude a cookbook.

Someone had given Jude a Chinese cookbook.

Someone needed to tell Jude that not all food belonged on sticks.

TODAY'S SPECIALS

Vegetable lo mein on a stick
Almond soo guy on a stick
Ginger beef hot pot on a stick
Mushroom fried rice on a stick

The last . . . well, you might not want to know how he managed that.

[[Mmm, I have leftover Chinese in my fridge . . . Open, will be slowplayed for chunks due to class and meetings and stuff.]]

Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Monday, 9/17

[george-m-bluth.livejournal.com]

George Michael was standing there, staring off into the wild blue yonder. Should I hire someone? Should I not? What if they don't chop nuts right? What if they play in the chocolate? What if they steel the bananas and put them in their pants? 

George Michael sometimes thought too much.

He added a sign to the counter. It read: Do you want to work here?

( Menu Board )

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Monday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary was back at the front desk today taking delivery of the new television set that Jeff requested. And while she hadn't planned on watching anything, it's not long before she found a "Great Hotels" marathon on the Travel Channel that kept her occupied for hours.

Gunther quietly set up the specials without disturbing her.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Seafood Risotto
Tiramisu

[Open!]

Mauvaise Chance Apartments Office/Lobby

[needsaparrot]

The sad thing about the fact that Xander is behind the counter playing with Legos is not that he's a grown man who has AutoCAD on the laptop next to him, 3/4 of a degree in construction management, and a sign on the door advertising his professional services not dirty. Nor is it the fact that he's been doing it for three hours, or that the Ultimate House Building Set was supposed to be a present for Bridge, but he couldn't resist opening it when it arrived, just to, uh, check that all the pieces were there.

It's that he's currently building a scaled-down version of the former Echolls Mansion as it might look turned into a waterslide park.

What - it's an idea.
___
[OOC: Open for new tenants and old, passers-by, random aardvarks, and Canadians. No mimes, though.]

The Perk; Monday Afternoon, after 4th Period.

[by137.livejournal.com]

Considering that he had a promise to introduce Beauty to ice cream tomorrow and coffee shops were generally more conducive to pretentious artsy types like himself, anyway, A.J. had handwavily left a message of Charlie to meet him at the Perk instead of Chilly Boulder like their last jam session. This might have been a potentially bad idea. He was already charged up from using pastels in the art class that had just finished and was now drawing some stylized versions of the scenes in their graphic novels with the little pack he had brought with him. Adding such volatile creativity to caffeine, massive amounts of it, no less with lots and lots and lots of sugar, could be more creativity than one little coffee shop could handle once Charlie got there. But only time would tell.


[[ post is open for all your coffee-nated needs; A.J.'s here to meet with girl_zippo, but feel free to catch him and say hi before she gets there! ]]

The Causeway, Monday Evening

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool hesitated before going to bodyslide off the island. A sudden surge of guilt over not saying a real good bye to anyone.

Not that he was worried about this. Nope. Poking at Apocalypse and Sinister for answers? No problem!

And yet...

He hated that guilty feeling.

[[For three people who know who they are please. Otherwise, open for your causeway needs.]]

Photo Hut, Monday

[mr-hippie.livejournal.com]

In his ongoing quest to make Photo Hut, one happenin' place, Leo was practicing taking headshots and portraits. Of himself. He rather liked the blue sparkly background.

Photo Hut is open.

Down to the Causeway - Monday afternoon

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

With Karal's bag over one shoulder, Molly walked hand-in-hand with him down the hill towards town. Since these walks to catch a portal were going to become a regular thing, Molly kept a tight rein on the sadness she felt at having to say good bye again. She hated saying good bye. Hated it. There was always a small part of her that feared that whoever she was saying good bye to wouldn't come back. Which, of course, was what had happened several times now. The fact that she and Karal had quite a few good byes already with successful returns always following didn't really keep the small fear from making itself known.

Putting those thoughts firmly behind her she gave Karal's hand a light squeeze and smiled up at him. "Nice day for a walk," she observed.

Besides distracting herself from her own thoughts, she hoped to distract Karal enough to keep him from noticing her slip a bit of paper into his bag.

[[OOC: For Karal (modded with permission) obviously and their thread locked to them, but open for all of your afternoon walking to the causeway needs.]]

The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

[dawn-bearer.livejournal.com]

Musubi was finding very little for herself to do with so many of the other employees spending their shifts cleaning.

She was half tempted to 'accidentally' drop a bottle just so there was something for her to do.

And it certainly didn't help that her employer was busy playing the piano this evening, not even ordering a drink.

Such a bore.

Caritas - Monday [Open]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB wandered over to Caritas and was surprised to find it closed. He didn't think that he would get away with pretending to be sick if he was opening it himself tonight, but he wanted a drink. If Emma didn't dress wildly inappropriately all the time, she would be in some kind of trouble with GOB for making him ditch his perfectly believable excuse for not doing work.

[OOC: I am around. Huzzah!]

The Beach: Monday morning, quite early

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Karal hadn't slept well, and since he was awake when the sun rose, he thought he might as well do the same. Once Trenor had finished his breakfast, Karal had saddled him and they'd ridden down to the beach.

Neck arched, snorting at the surf, Trenor danced sideways and Karal let him, gently curbing his more dramatic antics, but otherwise letting him have his head.

It wasn't Trenor's fault Karal hadn't ridden him in what felt like weeks, and given the gelding's tendency to fidget even when he hadn't been cooped up, he was actually behaving very well.

[Open post is open.]

Sparky Repairs - Monday

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

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

Sparky's is open.

Magic Box, Monday

[slr-mercury.livejournal.com]

Ami came in on time and opened the store.

[open]