Fandom Post Office, Monday, 11/12

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette walked into the post office to find Not Tiddles jumping off the walls again. "Oh-no." Another attack cat day... but... She ran to the back, ignoring the cat for a moment and found where she stashed the cat nip. "Oh man." It was torn into by some feisty cat claws. "Oh crap."

Deciding that it would be terrible if she got all clawed up today by an insane freak of a cat, Annette searched and searched until she came across totally modded omg postal wear: kind of like a snowsuit but with less padding. It was blue. Had a patch on it that said Fandom Post Office. Maybe someone wears it when it gets really cold and has to make deliveries. It was way too big, way too long. Annette could give a crap. She zipped it up to her neck and shuffled out to the front office where Not Tiddles was mewling low at something under a chair.

"I need to get my taser back from Father Gabriel, dammit."

Not that she would ever taser the cat. Seriously.

The post office was open for business.

Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Monday, 11/12

[george-m-bluth.livejournal.com]

George Michael had his hands wrapped around a hot mug of hot chocolate when he came into work today. It was cold, or he was cold. The ocean looked cold.

But that didn't keep him from opening up business. He was Mr. Manager after all and had a reputation to uphold. It was just too bad that he didn't know about that tiny spider that had taken up residence behind the napkin dispenser. Not that it was there anymore. It moved. No one knows where. Creeeepy.

( Menu board )

 

Café Fina, Monday [Nov 12]

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Last week hadn't been bad, really. Cassandra still wasn't entirely sure what all she was supposed to do at Fina, but she was actually starting to think that this might be something she could learn to do. That made her grin.

Last week she had pretty much exhausted her knowledge of desserts for specials, so this week she wandered back to the kitchen to talk sugary things. After a quick tour, and a few samples, she nodded to herself and got the specials board down to note today's.

( Cut for image )

Another Monday with Fina open.

Groovy Tunes; Monday [ 11/12 ]

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad might have woken up feeling a little bit like death this morning, but he figured it wasn't a big deal. Probably ate some bad tomatoes or something. Wait. No such thing as a bad tomato, no matter what anyone said. But, really, he was good for work. It wasn't like he was going to do much, just maybe a little bit of...

Okay, maybe Chad wasn't going to do anything besides slumping a little bit over the counter with the occasional grunt. As the day wore on, he was starting to think that just not moving was going to be the best way to go.

Today's music: Something really, really quiet.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Monday [11/12]

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary was entirely too perky for a Monday morning. It was more than Gunther could take. He brought her a strudel and some coffee, then retreated to his kitchen.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Roasted Asparagus Wrapped in Prosciutto
Tomato Vegetable Casserole
Chocolate Cherry Trifle

Mauvaise Chance Office/Lobby, Monday

[needsaparrot]

The office is open, the signs are out and as glittery as ever, and Xander is sitting behind the counter with his laptop open. Practicing copious abuse of the delete key, it would appear.
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[OOC: Open for all; the b-word-person's thread just comes last, chronologically.]

Pixie Dust, Monday

[tinkerbitch.livejournal.com]

Tink had a store. Look at it! Filled with clothes and ever-so-chic accessories and oh-so-many shoes.

Was there anything in the world as wonderful as Tink's Emporium of Utter Fabulousness, With Your Host, Tinker Bell? No. No, there was not. If there was, Tink would find it and vaporize it.

( cut for image )

Tink's House of Style was ever so open.

Our Lady of Fandom, Sunday all day

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel had woken up tired, cold and in a worse mood than yesterday. He really hoped Karal wouldn't let him down and decide not to show up. You never knew with monkeys. Whatever was God thinking when he came up with free will? Despite this foul mood - or perhaps because of it - he put up a note on the church door:

Do-it-yourself Sunday service

He was still out of candles, however.

[The church is open]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Monday

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

For the first time since he'd arrived on the island, Cable was... distracted... from the mess building up at home. There was something worrying about the previous day's encounter. Not enough to keep him from slapping the Open sign on the door and settling in for the day.

But enough to unsettle his mind.

With this in mind, he was a little more serious (if that was possible) today, quietly working through forms and books on his desk.

[ open ]

Caritas - Monday evening [Open]

[all4thewookiees.livejournal.com]

Jolee had officially discovered the game of darts. This troubled Tino. Not the fact that he was playing, but the fact fact that the dartboard was in the lounge, Jolee was behind the bar, and he wasn't touching the darts.

Still, this was Fandom, even that wasn't too bad. But every now and then one of the mysteriously thrown darts would go way off target. It was bad when the bass player took a dart to the forehead. It was worse when the glass Tino was drinking something very strong out of shattered as a dart flew through it. If Tino didn't know better - and he didn't, actually - he'd think Jolee was doing that on purpose. The laughter the accompanied the occasional wild throws didn't help that thinking.

Jolee would probably stop when a customer entered. Just to keep messing with Tino.

[OOC: Around, huzzah!]

Sparky Repairs - Monday

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

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

Sparky's is open.