The Arms Hotel Lobby, Monday [11/19]

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

"Gunther? What the heck is that?" asked Mary, staring at the platter Gunther was carrying out from the kitchen.

"Turducken!" said Gunther enthusiastically. "I vatch Food Network last night. You take the chicken and stuff it in the duck, then stuff the duck inside the turkey with stuffing and sausage and roast it all together." The sous chef came running out of the kitchen with a carving knife, and Gunther started carving up his masterpiece.

Mary continued to gawk. "I think I'm sticking with safe and simple chicken noodle soup."

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Turducken
Chicken Noodle Soup
Potato Gratin

[OOC: It's the Union Reunion! Arms employees, please be sure to drop by and freak Mary out.]

[ETA: Welcome new teachers! Temporary lodging is available at the Arms. I should be around on and off all day or you can find me on AIM as evilthena if you have any questions.]

Fandom Post Office, Monday, 11/19

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette had spent some great times in this building and couldn't resist from coming in and taking over for the day. But to see it as it was back then was a bit of a shocker. Nothing seemed to change. Nothing at all. She was mildly thankful for that as she set about to meet and greet any customers who walked in.

Oh, and she couldn't resist in setting out the little bell, however this time with no note.

The Post Office is open.

Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Monday, 11/19

[george-m-bluth.livejournal.com]

George Michael Bluth was at work today and enjoying every minute of it. He was in a good mood, and thinking of a certain someone while he chopped nuts and melted chocolate. 

And Eddie wasn't bothering him a bit. Actually Eddie looked drunk, wobbling around like he needed a cane or something. That just looked weird so George Michael didn't concentrate too much on the seagull.

His portable mini-heater was running and he put in his earplugs, rocking out with Madonna's Papa Don't Preach. Gotta love the 80's.

Book Haven: Monday 10-5PM [11-19-07]

[livingasheth.livejournal.com]

Millie arrived back early in the morning from an unexpected trip back home last week to Chrestomanci castle. She opened the store as usual completely unaware of all the goings on last week or the suddenly older students around town.

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Monday

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

First a plague.

Now, time travel.

It was like he'd never died and gotten stuck elsewhere left. With that in mind, Cable flipped the Open sign on the store, rifled through some gun cases, spent some time staring at the map in the back of the store, then settled down.

As always, he had work to do. Neither death nor weirdness would ever stop him.

As per usual.

[ open ]

Jeff, God of Biscuits [mid-morning]

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

Aravis couldn't have coffee, or tea the way she'd like. She'd learned that when she was pregnant with RJ, and had mistakenly reached for a teacup only to have Seely practically bat it away from her.

What she could have, however, were pastries.

Which was why a rather pregnant Aravis had made herself comfortable at a table with an assortment of goodies. She might put on more than the baby weight, but at least she was keeping herself content -- no easy task these days.

[oooooooooooooooopen.]

Trooper Station, Monday

[not-an-answer.livejournal.com]

After she had been handwavily shown where the station was, Renee had no trouble finding it again today.

Of course, this also meant she'd have to do something with her desk.

She sighed and started shifting through paperwork instead. Nice and distracting.

[[Ooooopeeeeen!]]

Turtle & Canary; Monday [ 11/19 ]

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Ah! The old homestead! Sure, T.R. had peeked into the business that sort of started it all on her journey toward her multi-billionaire status yesterday, but today would be different. Thanks to Victor having already been there and being significantly weirder, she didn't have any trouble at all convincing Apu to let her work a bit for fun.

And she was very impressed that he seemed to have maintained her same filing system after all these years.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Crow's Feet, Saddle Bags, Grape Judas

Turtle & Canary is open!

Mauvaise Chance Office/Lobby, Monday, 11/19

[needsaparrot]

Xander wasn't sure if the number of twenty-years-older students roaming the island should make him nervous or curious, so he'd decided to try out the first yesterday, staying holed up in his apartment after Bridge left. Nervous had quickly turned into bored, and there were only so many times you could type "I will not disappear from all available contact and give Willow a heart-attack, nor will I die without sufficient warning filed in quadruplicate with the appropriate authorities" into an e-mail before you realized you could just use the cut and paste function to make it to the requested 1000 without getting carpal-tunnel syndrome.

So today he was trying out curious. At least as far as heading out to the office, putting out the Guy With Tools signs, kicking back with an oh-so-enthralling printout of Willow's notes on prophetic Slayer dreams, and hanging out behind the counter to see if any familiar faces wandered by. Or new ones, since those were the kind that tended to actually want apartments.
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[OOC: Open for ladies, gentlemen, and monsters of all ages.]

Groovy Tunes; Monday [[ 11/19 ]]

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Knowing he'd have to stop by the record store at some point, Chad half expected it to have been changed again, but it wasn't. Right down to...

"Oooh, kittens."

Groovy Tunes is open.

Café Fina, Monday [Nov 19]

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Even with all the weirdness of the previous week, the plague and then the time shifting stuff, Cassandra had made a commitment Fina so she wasn't going to miss her shift. In a way, she was sort of looking forward to it. It gave her something to do, after all.

She snagged the specials board and took it back to the kitchen with her when she arrived. Then she got into a long discussion about her proposed special for the day. It wasn't that they couldn't do it, of course (this was Fina, after all), but that it was so... plebeian. It was a simple idea, but lacked any sort of understated elegance. Still, in the end, they had to admit that Cassandra's idea was at least a very tasty choice, and that won them over

( Cut for image )

Cassandra stood looking out over the cafe with a grin on her face. Maybe she was starting to get the hang of all this.

The Park: Mid-afternoon Monday

[atreideslioness]

The park was quiet, despite the reunion strangeness that was currently happening around the island, when a strong gust of wind whipped through it, sending the scent of spices and heated sand swirling around the tree trunks.

When the wind cleared, there was a blond woman standing in the middle of the park, looking torn between being mildly perturbed and highly amused, a single bag at her side. 

"Leto Atreides, I don't care if you are the God Emperor.  You are a dead man."


[Arrival, establishy, and open!]

The Beach, Monday morning

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

Charlie got up early, still finding it weird to be back in a dorm after years gypsying around the world, and headed for the beach, hoping it would be deserted for a while. She got there fairly early, and found it empty. Looking around, she turned toward the bay, and grinned. Closed her eyes. Concentrated.

Just for a minute, steam rose from the ocean for as far as the eye could see.

"Still got it," Charlie whispered, then blinked.

The steam dissipated, and Charlie kept walking down the beach, picking up shells as she enjoyed the ocean breezes.


[open, though I'm at work 'til 7pmEST. So will be erratic but here.]

Photo Hut, Monday

[mr-hippie.livejournal.com]

Leo had somehow gotten hold of some bad pot. He was currently paranoid, and hiding under the counter.

Photo Hut is open.

The Park, Monday Afternoon [After Classes]

[oncourtandstage.livejournal.com]

There were tables around, some laden with food, another with nametags. A big sign read, "Welcome Back, Alumni!"

The interesting thing? No one was there setting it up. Need provides, after all. Or, perhaps, in this case? Fandom provides.

There's a party. Everyone's welcome.

[OOC: It's like there's a party in my mouth the park, and everyone's invited! Because there is, and they are! If we explode this one, I'll put up another post later. Plz to be waiting for OCD is up!]

The Perk, Sunday morning

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

The coffee and the apple pie looked exactly the same, as did the staff. River sank down on a chair by a table next to the window, leaning her head on her elbows as she stirred the coffee. She did miss the food at Fandom. She closed her eyes for a few seconds. She missed everything at Fandom. She missed friends, youth, hope, dreams, emotions - she missed having a life besides fighting.

She took a bite of the apple pie. It tasted the same too.

[open]

Our Lady of Fandom, Sunday all day

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

He wasn't dead. Gabriel was still pondering that fact. Also the church no longer smelled and there were two candles bruning on the altar. On the door there was a note.

Do-it-yourself Sunday Service

[The church is open]

Caritas - Monday evening [Open]

[all4thewookiees.livejournal.com]

By some calendar timing, today was Jolee's birthday. He hadn't shared this with anyone because it wasn't their business how old he was or how old he was now.

He was still taking the night off, though.

[OOC: Please mod Tino tonight, thank you!]

Sparky Repairs - Monday

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

Naomi wasn't sure why she had chosen to open up Sparky's for the first time in 20 years but she felt that she ought to do it while she was in Fandom again because she probably wouldn't get the chance to work at her old job again.

She was amazed that this place hadn't changed since the last time that she had opened Sparky's, she came in and set up for her shift.

Sparky's is open.