Playground in the Park, Saturday Night

[mr-hippie.livejournal.com]

Leo and his brother Charlie were...well wasted would be a good word. Tomorrow Leo might be miffed that his brother had irresponsibly gotten out Leo's best stuff. Tonight they were sitting huddled on the merry go round, spinning it so no ghosts could sneak up on them.

"Charlie did I bump into you?"

"No Man."

"Don't lie to me Charlie. If I bumped into you, say that I bumped into you. Even if I didn't bump into you, say that I bumped into you. Because if I didn't Man, we're gonna die, you know that don't you?"

"Okay, you bumped into me."

"Okay, now don't lie anymore."

[Come scare the drugged out hippies. It's fun. SP though.]

The Perk; Saturday Evening.

[ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com]

After quite possibly the quietest dinner ever, two dark haired, pale eyed women sat at a table in the Perk. Both dipped their teabags into the steaming water the same way, except that one of them dropped it with her left, the other with her right. If it weren't for the could of age hovering of the right handed one, or the significant slump of the southpaw, they could practically have been twins. But, no; the timing was wrong, and the slumped one already had a twin, the reason for the slump, or so they thought, but Adah liked to think she'd know if something happened to Leah, in the dual nature of the condition of their coming into the world, something shared beyond chromosomes and birthdays. Orleanna dipped her teabag again. Once. Twice...up to four times, one for each daughter. They were so quiet, but the silence was typical. A relief for one, a standard for the other.

And then Orleanna's eyes grew wider as she glanced through the large pane of glass beside them.

( Adah noticed the shift... )

Adah was left staring, blinking at the wall in utter confusion. Of course she knew what had just happened. It was just a matter of understanding it as well.

[[ open for all your perkly needs, although Adah's the only one there now. certain focal gentleman modded briefly with permission. Up late because I have evil work. ]]

Fandom Post Office: Saturday [21.10]

[norglomofnit.livejournal.com]

The Post Office was open, as per usual. Gladys was diligently sorting mail, Not Tiddle was diligently stalking some poor, innocent, fuzzy creature, and Moist was diligently giving off the air of being diligent.


The only thing that was at all unusual today was the large sign, just outside the front door:

The Post Office accepts no responsibility if you did not receive letters from your child/ward/sibling/etc.

Don't blame us if they didn't write you.

Moist wasn't taking any chances with possibly angry parents this weekend.

The Beach (eventually): Dawn

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Trenor watched forlornly from his stall while the Nice White horse and Talking Girl Horse disappeared from sight.

He'd tried to follow them - it was easy to open his stall door - because they were so nice and they looked like they were having fun, but the Nice White Horse had made him come back. Heaving a deep sigh, Trenor went to nose around in the bottom of his feed bin, to see if there were any apple bits left from last night.

Having returned Trenor to his stall, Florian and Hwin cantered away from the stables, through the preserve, and at last stepped onto the beach.

Florian snorted, curving his neck towards Hwin. :You picked perfectly. This is beautiful, and all that sand looks like the perfect place for a run.:

[ooc: The beach is, of course, open, but the Horsie date thread is locked to them!]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Sunday

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

It was a special kind of weekend.

And Cable paid meticulous attention to the radio.

He had not, in fact, been hiding. He'd just been waiting.

Today, he'd flipped the Open sign on the door. If she was going to show up, it was going to be before the weekend was over.

He settled back. And waited.

[ open ]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Sunday [10/21]

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

There was a rather somber Mary behind the front desk today. Gunther thought that maybe she was sad about having to eventually say good-bye to Ed, so he kept bringing her more coffee and strudel even though he technically didn't serve food on Sundays.

[SP for me until this evening.]
 

Atlas Gym, early Sunday morning

[solo_sword]

Sparring had been Mara's idea. Jaina trusted her aunt's ability to gauge what she was up for, but until she was able to actually talk to her about how she was doing, she wasn't about to suggest it herself. Also, it was the only reason she was getting up that early. And at first Jaina had tried to take it easy, but it became pretty clear very soon that Mara wasn't going to go easy on her.

When they'd finally finished their match, Jaina shut down her lightsaber and took a seat on the mat. "Glad to see you're feeling better," she said dryly, trying to catch her breath.

( cut for preplay )

[NFI, though the gym is open for you athletic types. Or unathletic types trying to get athletic. Or... you get thepoint.]

Book Haven, Sunday, October 21

[ladycfitzgerald.livejournal.com]

Rhe fact that she had had no visitors coming in for the weekend was a very good thing indeed, as far as Anne was concerned, as she feared that even her imagination would not suffice to explain away the . . . quirkier aspects of the island to any visitors from home, and what few glimpses she had caught of classmates and their families through her dorm room window only bore up that conclusion.

She was in quite a good mood as she opened the bookstore this morning, and spent an extra half hour arranging the pastries into an artful display accentuated by floral sprigs and carefully plucked leaves.

Unfortunately, so caught up was she in this endeavour that she ruined the first pot of tea and had to brew a second; regardless, she considered the end result aesthetically pleasing enough that no mere ruined pot of tea could put a damper on her day.

Pleased with herself, Anne turned the sign to "OPEN" and sat down in the window chair with several Latin grammar texts, for break week or not there was studying to be done.

The Perk, Sunday Morning

[intraspective]

She hadn't actually been in here before, but the place was nice enough she supposed. Ino didn't know for sure if her Dad would be here this morning, but the odds of it were high. He liked his coffee after all.

So she sat at a table sipping a tea and waited to see if her hunch was right.

[Thread with Ino and Inoichi locked to them. Otherwise open for all your coffee needs.]

Sunday Brunch at Café Fina

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Everything seemed to be ready. The buffet tables were sparkling and filled with some of Fina's best. The cheese-grater was wandering with tall glasses of juice - although if anyone wanted something a little stronger, a few words and it could be provided. (So long as they were adults, of course.) The plates were rehearsing their kickline. The pepper-shaker was nervously zipping around here, there, and everywhere, expecting to find something wrong.

Naminé had refused the suggestions that she should costume herself as some sort of kitchenware. At the last moment, as a concession of sorts, she tied a ribbon in her hair and changed into a pinafore, figuring she could pass for meta for Alice. That was a costume, wasn't it?

The Specials Board read:

WELCOME PARENTS, RELATIVES, AND FRIENDS!
PLEASE ENJOY A SUNDAY BRUNCH WITH US!

Café Fina was open.

Turtle & Canary; Sunday [10/21]

[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

Victor had returned to the island after successful assembly and preliminary testing of his experiment.

Now, though, he was back in his blasted apron and dreading the thought of an island even more packed than usual disturbing him. He was in such a good mood, as usual.

Today's Squishy flavors: Brother Blue, Sister Strawberry, Red

Luke's Diner; Sunday [ 10/21 ]

[by137.livejournal.com]

Knowing that there was a big parent's day brunch over at Fina today, A.J. wasn't expecting the diner to be very busy at all, which suited him juuuuust fine, because he could just kick back and draw and 'experiment' with milkshake combinations he already knew tasted good so that he could just sit there and 'test' them to make sure they were 'acceptable.'

The specials board today has been turned into one big inkblot test. A.J. liked when his art met psychology met business. What do you see? There's your special. Ha.

Luke's is open.

Nast Sporting Goods [10/21]

[bigbrothersean.livejournal.com]

With the whole Parents' Weekend thing going on, Sean had been trying to stay out of sight, just so Paige wouldn't see him. Because really, they didn't need to explain this to her.

Sunday, though, he had to open the store. And so he did, figuring it was safe enough, considering Paige wasn't likely to come into the store because A: she didn't do sports, really, and B: there was all the end of Weekend stuff going on.

And yes, the Help Wanted sign was still in the window.

[Wait for the OCD is up.]

Devil's Nest, Sunday Evening

[sound-loyalty.livejournal.com]

Kabuto arrived for his shift a little earlier than usual, and set to cleaning almost immediately. Tonight, the place had to be spotless.

When he was finally satisfied, Kabuto unlocked the doors. The Devil's Nest was open, for whatever possible things soon to come.

The Park, Sunday Morning

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Nana was galloping through the park like a mad dog, sticking her nose in places and skittering from one side to the other.

As such, there was also a Jeff, sticking perilously close to anything even remotely approaching a tree as he frantically called for her. "Come back! We can't be out too long! She'll know where to find us! She's got a homing beacon and everything, I'm certain of it! Nana!"

[ open park omg ]

The Magic Box, Sunday

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

Sure, Robin had family and friends in town, but he still had a job to do. So, he opened the Magic Box as always, and set about making sure things were squared away.

The Magic Box is open.

Serenity Cove, Sunday evening

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Johnny flew out over the ocean and circled the island a few times before he settled down on land, extinguishing himself and finding a large rock to sit on and reflect over the last two days. Much had happened and he wasn't sure whether or not his sister would run back and tell his parents that their money was being wasted on classes that taught him things like... well, how to be the next Top Model. He thought it was pretty cool but Sue certainly had her own opinions. She also had a big mouth.

Then there was Savannah and Paige and the whole threatening to send her home. Yeah, that would totally piss him off did that happen. It wouldn't happen. He would... torch something. Yeah.

Anyhow, he was there, sitting, reflecting, and shooting fireballs out across the sand.

Because he could.

[la, it's open, yo.] 

Bluth's Frozen Banana Stand, Sunday, 10/21

[george-m-bluth.livejournal.com]

George Michael Bluth was a little late in opening the stand today because his muns been gone all day long.  But that didn't matter. What mattered was that he was here now and really not counting on getting any customers. That's why he made himself a banana, leaned on the counter, and ate it lazily.

At least that was until Eddie swooped down and plucked it right out of his hands.

Seagulls were so stupid. Everyone knows they don't like chocolate!

( Menu Board )

Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB watched as Michael sat down at the bar. "Michael," he greeted.

"GOB," Michael responded. "Have you thought about what we talked about the other night?"

"No, but I did think about this," GOB said. He unzipped his pants and pulled a dove out. He, of course, zipped up right after the dove came out. Just in case anyone was wondering.

Michael stared at GOB's face for several moments after the dove was pulled out. "I... What?"

GOB simply smiled wisely. "You know what, Michael. You know."

Michael blinked, still looking mortified. "No, GOB. Not in the slightest."

GOB nodded. "You know."

Michael turned away and glanced at the stage. "Is that a dead dog playing guitar?"

[OOC: Sticking with Tino tonight. If you want to talk to GOB or Michael specifically, it might be best to poke me in IM, e-mail, or OOC thread.]