Graveyard: Monday - Late Evening

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It's pretty quiet in the graveyard. Not because it is empty. Both Dawn and Mel are on patrol but after the events that happened over the weekend they aren't really in that much of a talking kind of mood.

Mel has taken to fiddling with her stake and tossing it up in the air out of sheer boredom. Yep. Nothing is happening.

She looks over to her traveling companion and barely stifles a yawn. "So you think this is getting pointless?"

( Maybe a little repetitive... )

[ooc: NFB & NFI. Preplayed with lilpunkinbelly. Plot explanation will be coming and as always OOC comments are love]

Pixie Dust, Tuesday

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Blackheart breezed into Pixie Dust without his leather trenchcoat. It had been a very nice trenchcoat. But he had been a little insane on the weekend, and if anyone dared point out that his coat was not included in today's ensemble, he might have to tie them down with a three-foot strip of chopped-off leather which once was part of a very nice coat and attempt to bite off their face.

( cut for image )

Pixie Dust
Fine Apparel and Accessories

Pixie Dust was open, and Blackheart was still wearing his vest and dress-shirt combo, very thankful for employee discounts.


(Open! And this was totally always here. For real.)

Photo Hut, Tuesday

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Jack was in the back of the Photo Hut, taking pictures of himself and labeling them with his name in case this weekend happened again.

....just ignore the part where he's putting on fake mustaches.

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Tuesday

[intraspective]

Ino flitted around the store, familiarizing herself with the layout and dusting the cases full of weapons that she didn't recognize. A quick glance in the Meditation Room proved it to be clean enough to pass inspection and she wandered back to the front and flipped the sign on the door to Open.

Then she settled in behind the desk with a scroll her father had sent her and attempted to study. She was determinedly not thinking about the weekend and anyone who brought it up would get a glare-of-death.

Wellspring Arms is open.


[It'll be SP until around 5pm CDT though~]

Luke's Diner, October 2 (Tuesday)

[queen-of-zagreb.livejournal.com]

The diner was open, the kitchen staff was properly terrorized, and the giant brick of a pseudolaptop was out on the counter.

Yitzhak had discovered ohnotheydidnt, and was highly unlikely to be torn away from it for the rest of the day.

Schadenfreude got to be such an addiction.

[OOC: As the office has now moved and I have a commute that's an hour and a half instead of 25 minutes now, as well as a lot of catchup/organization work to do today at the office, please to be modding your server as I won't be able to play during the day. Thanks.]

Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff was sleeping on the desk today.

This was because he had gotten in several hours early to escape the dog.

Unfortunately for him, Nana eventually pried open the door, slipped inside, and sat down cheerfully by his side.

And barked. A lot.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
somethingsomething
and sommat~of that
everything cur~~
*dogprint*

The board may have been lying on the floor.

[ open ]

Mauvaise Chance Apartments Office/Lobby

[needsaparrot]

Doors are open, Guy With Tools signs are up, and Xander's got his laptop open on the counter, but he is absolutely not downloading the latest issue of Ninth Wonders. Because that would be wrong.

And also wouldn't take very long; he's long past that and onto the full-season-3 torrent Mister What Classified.
__
[OOC: Open for residents, passers-by, and penguins of all known subspecies.]

Park [Tuesday Morning]

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

After getting detention, getting snapped at and getting asked to wear a skirt for class (stupid class), Lee's very glad that Monday is dead and gone. Probably the worst one he'd had since, well, arriving and he's just going to try and forget about it for the time being.

That's why he's up early, already away from the school and the dorms. The park seemed quiet, still for this time of morning so he's on his back, hands under his head and looking up at the brightening sky.

Maybe it'd rain.

[Open, of course. KOOL AID MAN/UMBRIDGE OTP. Sorry, I'm just going to do that to you all whenever I can.]

Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [ 10/02 ]

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Sometimes, work just got plain boring for Chad so he switched from one, not as exciting mix, to another, in the hopes that there might be a chance that the same thing that happened the last time he played this mix would happen again. But, keeping a good eye on the kittens, they were staying cute and adorable. Oh, well. He would have felt bad about having to play crappy music anyway.

Today's mixes: Couldn't Be More Random If I Tried and Fun Run One

Groovy Tunes is open.

Turtle & Canary; Tuesday [ 10/02 ]

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Turtle had a lot of work to do to decide what tasks she should be giving to her new Second Assistant Manager. It was difficult, though, trying to find things that she actually disliked doing. She was also wondering if she should give the other employees titles, too, just to boost morale. Morale was very important, after all. She clicked away at her laptop behind the counter, looking very thoughtful indeed.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Grape Judas, Pink, White.

Turtle & Canary is open.

Wonders of the World, Tuesday

[im-afrog.livejournal.com]

Homecoming was on Adam's mind as he opened up Wonders of the World. He was definitely intent on asking Eve to go with him, he just wasn't sure how to ask her.

( Course List )

[OOC: OCD coming right up!]

Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Tuesday, 10/2

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George Michael was whistling while he worked. He was probably daydreaming too. Probably about sex but who knows for sure, right?

( Menu Board )

 

Magic Box, Tuesday

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Giles unlocked the shop door while juggling a coffee and a box of jelly donuts. He'd spent the weekend and Monday ingrossed in translating some old Sumerian texts and so had missed all the memory excitement. The translation had been finished in the wee hours last night and sent off back to the Council for archival purposes hence the jelly donuts as celebration of a job well done.

And for once, he wouldn't have to worry about Xander stealing them all.

The Magic Box was open.

Café Fina, Tuesday

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All things considered, her weekend hadn't gone as badly as it might have. Therefore, Naminé was more or less cheerful as she opened the Café on Tuesday.

EAT, DRINK, BE MERRY
For tomorrow we may all forget who we are once more

There was still a smaller sign in the window:

HELP WANTED
Inquire Within

Café Fina was open.

Robin's Still Unnamed Radio Show [Tuesday Afternoon]

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"Helloooooooooooooooo Fandom. Robin Scherbatsky, here once again, to play the music you like and answer your questions. I'm not afraid to hang up on you, not that I'm addressing anyone in particular, and I still don't know how to get stains out of tongue. Sorry. But otherwise the lines are open!"

Atlas Gym - Tuesday Evening

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When Aziraphale headed down to open the Nest for the evening, Wilson decided to suit action to word and take himself down to the gym for a workout. Get ahead of all those Fall calories.

Planning on a vigerous game of racketball, Wilson had his racquet over his shoulder and was heading for the courts when he happened to pass the fitness room. For some reason, he paused and took a couple of steps back, peering into the room and most importantly towards the large bag that hung down from the ceiling.

"Hmm."

( In which Wilson is stupid )

[ooc: Open, as a gym tends to be. Feel free to point and mock or use for your own gym like needs.

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night (10/02)

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Aziraphale had a bunch of cocktail napkins in fall colors, which he'd found quite conveniently located under the bar, next to the reglar white napkins. Of course, they probably hadn't been there until he'd decided to look, but that was the handy thing about being an angel.

Now he was sitting behind the bar, making wee origami turkeys in orange, yellow, and red.

Okay, so the turkeys looked kind of like ducks. Just go with it.

Tonight's Drink Specials
Spiced Apple Cider Martini
Pumpkin Spice
Spice Cake

Caritas - Tuesday Evening [Open]

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

Dick had gotten to the bar on time today only to find that all of his work had been done for him. He glanced over at Tino.

"You've discovered the joys of Red Bull, haven't you?" Dick asked.

[I am around, huzzah!]

Chilly Boulder, Tuesday late afternoon

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

This time Isabel was buying. She figured it was the least she could do after stabbing Johnny with the pin yesterday.

"So what would you like? Simple cone? Or the works?"