Pixie Dust, Tuesday

[way-black.livejournal.com]

Blackheart showed up for work on time, stalked behind the counter, and proceeded to stab a pen through his homework. Repeatedly. Or at least until the pen exploded in a mess of black ink all over his handouts.

Swell.

( cut for image )

Pixie Dust
Fine Apparel and Accessories

He was in a mood. Again. Was that really a surprise at all?

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Tuesday

[intraspective]

Ino wasn't happy to be at work today. On the other hand being at work meant she hopefully wouldn’t have to think too hard about what had happened over the weekend. Which could only be a good thing.

Sweeping the floor and dusting the shelves took her longer than usual and after she flipped the sign to Open Ino curled up with a book and tried to read.

Tried being the key word. The weekend kept intruding.

Wellspring Arms is Open.

The Perk, Tuesday During Second Period (11/20)

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale headed over to the Perk a little early to make sure everything was arranged for his class. By second period, there was a small group of tables and chairs pulled together off to one side, holding a collection of tarot decks, scrying globes, and teacups, along with a few handouts on methods of fortune telling (palmistry, tarot reading, chrystallomancy, tea reading).

Each table also carried a small sign:
Prophecy Class Project: Free Fortunes.

He took a seat nearby to check off students as they arrived, and to answer questions as they arose.

[ooc: Prophecy Class meets here today for their class project. There will be a couple of threads for use by the class, and a thread for anyone who just wants to use the Perk for other needs.

PROPHECY STUDENTS: More details are in the OCD threads. This is not mandatory, but I hope most of you will choose to participate.

ANY character can come and get his or her fortune told. Just ping into the FREE FORTUNES thread under one of the students. Please wait for the OCD is now up, the class project is in session, and the Perk is available for use.

The Perk: Tuesday Morning

[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

Dale had his newspaper a hot cup of black coffee and a chocolate frosted donut. If there was a specific heaven for Dale? This would probably be it.

He unfolded the newspaper and sipped his coffee as he waited for his new colleague to show up.

[For Renee but most definitely open and]

Turtle & Canary; Tuesday [ 11/20 ]

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

There was at least one thing Turtle knew she had to do today. She gave a small smile as she peeled the nametag off the sheet and smoothed it out with the heel of her hand onto the SquishyBot, so that when she pulled back, it declared its identity to the word. "BOB."

"I'll miss ya, Kid," she said quietly, looking at it for a moment before picking herself up, brushing off, and placing a very simple Help Wanted sign in the window. Pick up, brush off, move on, just like with Sandy.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Yellow, Red, Grape Judas.

Turtle & Canary is open.

Wonders of the World, Tuesday

[im-afrog.livejournal.com]

Right after class, Adam made his way down to Galactica Point and opened up Wonders of the World.

( Course List )

[OOC: OCD coming up!]

Our Lady of Fandom, Tuesday all day

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

He wasn't dead. That still amazed Gabriel. He sat perched on the backrest of a pew, thoughtfully chewing on a donut and sipping his coffee. The candles on the altar were still burning.

[The church is open]

Photo Hut, Tuesday

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack opened the Photo Hut.

He was not in his 30s. He was relieved. He did, however, wish he had taken photographs during the past few days, of the 'reunion'.

Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Tues. 11/20

[george-m-bluth.livejournal.com]

George Michael was working on the menu board and added a few choice words. They read:

Will not serve bananas to pimp mama!

Then he took a deep breath, briefly considered that eight hundred bucks lost, and told Eddie to leave him the crap alone. The dumb seagull was no longer wobbly like and was staring at George Michael like an evil thing that was evil.

( Menu Board )

Robin's Unnamed Show: AMERICAN Thanksgiving Edition

[canadianpopstar.livejournal.com]

"Helllllllllloooooooooo, Fandom, it's Robin Scherbatsky here again, hoping everyone's feeling better and none of you are still older than me except the ones who should be." She spun in her chair, in a much better mood than last week. "I'm here, the lines are open, and bad music is just waiting to be played."

Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

There was a closet in the Arms Hotel lobby.

This was nothing particularly surprising.

The only surprising thing about it is when it flapped open, spilling Jeff onto the floor. He blinked, struggled up to his feet, pulled his shirt back in order, and trudged towards the desk.

He could have tried thinking about the last two days.

Instead, he turned on the television.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Giros
Greek Salad
More Meat
[ open ]

Groovy Tunes, Tuesday, Nov. 20

[meetingsnoopy.livejournal.com]

Melody was at the counter, concentrating verrrrry hard as she traced her hand onto brown construction paper. a bag of multicolored craft feathers sat at her elbow.

She was making invitations to a vegetarian Thanksgiving at her house. between the plaaaaaague and the older students, it seemed like time to be thankful for what she had.

Groovy Tunes was open, and the soundtrack was Dar Williams.

Caritas - Tuesday Evening [Open]

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

Tino was displeased when he saw that the less-hot version of Dick was working today. Dick just attributed Tino's mean looks to some sort of bartender PMS. Was bartender PMS contagious? He hoped not.

Dick opened up a new bag of pretzels and started eating them. He had no memory of the last few days. Only someone who has done drugs numerous times would not be worried about that. Dick wasn't worried about it.

[...there was a snarky bartender today who told me she had bartender PMS. I still don't know what it means. Anyways, I'm around!]

A decidedly non-emo portion of the beach [afternoon]

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Barbossa slogged onto shore, waited for Jack the Undead Monkey to join him, then shook his fist at the place where black sails were disappearing over the horizon.

"Damned dirty pirates!" he shouted. "How dare they mutiny and take over the ship that I be rightfully stealin'?"

Jack the Undead Monkey added a correction.

"Very well, that I be stealin' twice. The Pearl be a nice ship."

Barbossa pulled his hat up out of the surf and placed it carefully on his head. "Where d' ye think we've been marooned, me hearty?"

That was the moment that the squirrels chose to say hello, leaping on Barbossa with squeals of squirrely-delight.

"...ye've got t' be kiddin' me."

It had been almost fifty years and Barbossa was back in Fandom. He'd made deals with goddesses, double-crossed pretty much everyone he'd ever known, and died--temporarily, at least.

Not surprising to anyone who'd ever met him, other than now having a monkey fighting for space on his shoulder with three squirrels wielding notebooks, Barbossa hadn't changed a hair.

Graveyard: Tuesday Evening

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

After the somewhat rude awakening this morning and spending the rest of the day trying to figure out how two days disappeared from her life, Mel needed to get out.

Which of course meant patrolling the graveyard in the vain hope it would clear her head.

[open]

Fandom Post Office - Tuesday

[pyroliz.livejournal.com]

Liz's weekend had been fairly quiet and she was glad that it had been that way after what had happened the previous week. She came in to the post office on time and set up for her shift.

[ooc: wait for the OCD is up!]