Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Tuesday

[intraspective]

Flipping the sign to Open Ino went through her regular routine of sweeping and dusting, before taking a seat at the desk and pulling out her list of weapons to ask Cable about and working on that.

Wellspring Arms is Open.

Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

[meetingsnoopy.livejournal.com]

It was freezing and looked about to snow -- a perfect day to hide in the listening corner with a good book. And so, after feeding the cats and starting a Sarah McLachlan CD in the sound system, that's what Melody did.

She squinted at the page, following the panels with her finger. She didn't remember the part where the fat orange cat suddenly grew a squid's body and moved to the ocean! And the dumb sweet dog, he had never had an alternate personality that was a canniballistic psychologist before.

Groovy Tunes was open.

Our Lady of Fandom, Tuesday all day

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel had woken up from a bad dream that included difficulties in breathing, to a waking state that including having a purring cat sitting on his chest staring at him. As if that wasn't enough, the cat poked his nose. He screamed and waved his arms, which seemed to be the reaction the cat had wanted, as she jumped away and trotted over to her bowl and miaowed.

Gabriel was in shock. This was the reason he gave to having climbed out of bed to feed the cat.

[the church is open]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff had entered the hotel entirely too early this morning. So early, in fact, that he beat Gunther there, and quite possibly anyone else who might have wanted to check in.

This meant he'd fallen asleep at the desk. Despite himself.

The quiet snoring quickly found an echo in the dog.
Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Pea Soup
Chips & Sausage
No Tea

[ open! ]

Photo Hut, Tuesday

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack was running a bit late to the Photo hut as he had grabbed some reading material to occupy the time. Some books on photography, some books on working out, and a couple books for fun.

Those were abandoned as he poked at the shiny cameras for a while.

Pixie Dust, Tuesday

[way-black.livejournal.com]

Blackheart actually made it to work on time today. And he felt like doing something productive. Something productive would, at the very least, made a little headway toward quelling that uneasy feeling he had that something was going to creep up on him any day now and attempt to smash his face in.

Not that anyone would ever be able to. He was ... well, him.

Still and all, he was actually doing something remotely related to work. That rack behind the counter, the one with all the reject clothes hanging on it? He was putting them all out of their misery.

With Hellfire.

Never let it be said that Blackheart wasted the stuff.

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Pixie Dust
Fine Apparel and Accessories

Pixie Dust is open, don't mind the stench of sulfur. It should clear up quickly.

Mauvaise Chance Apartments Office/Lobby: Tuesday, December 4th

[needsaparrot]

The Guy With Tools could currently be located behind the counter peering at the directions for programming the holosuite, and strongly suspecting that he should re-name his business "Guy With No Clue." At least when it came to futuristic high technology that didn't involve pushing buttons for food.
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[OOC: Open for bidness! Or pleasure. As long as you don't mind sticking with Quark's idea of pleasure, or letting a Guy With No Clue design your holosuite experience.]

Robin's Show Will Never Have a Name. We Need to Come to Terms with This.

[canadianpopstar.livejournal.com]

"Hiiiii Fandom," Robin said, spinning in her chair. "I got here on time today, and set up, and the lines are open. Call in and entertain me with questions."

Café Fina, Tuesday

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé had rather enjoyed yesterday's field trip to the Art Gallery, and had brought along the book on Dadaism to browse while it was slow.

Today's Specials Board:

What is art, anyway?
If something declares itself to be art, is it?
What if it announces that it isn't?

It wasn't quite a special, but perhaps she could call it a post-modern reinterpretation of a specials board?

Café Fina was open.

Caritas - Tuesday Evening [Open]

[surferboy-09er.livejournal.com]

Dick left puppy!Annette under Sparkles' care and headed off to work. He was sort of glad to go there. That dog was yappy. He might even do some actual work today.

The Perk, after classes

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

Charlie settled in with her notebook full of questions and a mocha, and waited for Detective Montoya to get off-shift. In the mean-time, there were the further adventures of Lieutenant Ildiko and Officer Z to finish, now that they'd met the underground resistance cell and were hiking toward enemy territory.


[open for all your Perk needs]

Turtle & Canary - Tuesday

[bigbluekitty.livejournal.com]

Sulley busied himself with making sure that all of the cans on the shelves were facing the right way, noting the contents as he went. "Huh," he murmured as he lined another set of cans up. "Latvian sprats. Weird."

Today's Squishy Flavors: Furball, Tuna, Grape Judas

Fandom Post Office - Tuesday

[pyroliz.livejournal.com]

Liz came in to the post office on time and set up for her shift.

[ooc: wait for the OCD is up!]