Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Yesterday evening was something Cable was Not Going To Talk About. It was all in the past, and he'd been able to get out without being bodyslid right back in, which meant it had been awkward and vaguely aggravating but not a major disaster.

To make up for lost time, he was spending a lot of effort on scribbling things on the map with erasable marker, almost as if he'd forgotten the Open sign was on the door.

He was also back in the shooting range from time to time, out of sight but aware of what was going on.

Life continued as usual.

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Groovy Tunes; Friday [ 11/23 ]

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

After a day of handwavily eating a lot and sleeping a lot, Chad was ready to just continue with the trend, but he figured that he shouldn't. He should do stuff. Like work. Although work meant pretty much sitting there behind the counter with a magazine and some good music playing, which wasn't doing much, but it was still something, right?

Right.

Today's music: Classic classic rock mix.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Magic Box, Friday

[exwatcher.livejournal.com]

It was Giles' first time back in the shop since his trip to Sunnydale and it felt very strange. The place looked good, his student employees obviously had done a good job maintaining when he had been gone.

There was a fair amount of paperwork to catch up on and Giles threw himself into it as a welcome distraction.

The Magic Box was open.

Photo Hut, Friday

[mr-hippie.livejournal.com]

Leo was out front, scraping the Thanksgiving paintings from the front window.

Photo Hut is open.

Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

[all4thewookiees.livejournal.com]

Jolee was behind the bar tonight, levitating shot glasses onto a massive shot glass pyramid. In theory he was doing this to count how many shot glasses he had. In reality he was trying to see how long it would be before Tino accidentally broke them because he didn't like the shot glasses and wanted an excuse to buy new shot glasses.

Tino was proving to be better at not tripping than Jolee imagined. That's when the pyramid started moving as a unit towards him.

[OOC: For speedy service, mod Tino. For slow and grumpy service, wait for old man Bindo.]

The Perk, Friday Afternoon

[offthelisthero.livejournal.com]

Mohinder had had a quiet Thanksgiving, an evening of hypothesizing only interrupted by an awkward, brief phone call from New York.

Only theories were all very well, but they needed to be backed up with solid numbers. And Mohinder had neglected to bring any chai with him. So this afternoon found him sitting in the Perk, behind a laptop screen of scrolling figures, rather than his apartment.

The additional caffiene may have been why his attention was straying from genetic migration algorithms to the cup of iced coffee at his side.

[Open for any Perk-type needs]