The Park: Friday, around noon

[advicefrommice.livejournal.com]

The park was somewhere Coraline had yet to explore, which was why she was there. She'd been hoping to find a squirrel or two to ask them about radio, but she'd been distracted by the sundial.

It was making some very odd chiming noises, so, of course, she had to go and find out why it was making those noises.

Coraline had very little warning when suddenly it exploded. She ducked down low, watching, eyes wide, as part of it went sailing over her head.

The explosion didn't seem to have harmed the sundial, and Coraline eyed it suspiciously, waiting to see what it was going to do next.

Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Saturday, 1/19

[george-m-bluth.livejournal.com]

George Michael should have stayed home with Mary today cuddled in her nice warm bed. But, Mr. Manager has responsibilites to his banana customers who enjoyed his bananas and nuts. He couldn't disappoint them. It just wasn't in him.

However, that did not mean he had to be nice to a glaring Eddie. The seagull was perched on the counter today demanding some sort of attention with his head cocked and his black eyes ominous and hard. "What?" George Michael asked. "Your girlfriend break up with you? Shoo. Go away. This is unacceptable and unsanitary! I have to work here! Shoo!"

George Michael waved his hands towards the bird without much affect. "You can't have my nuts!"

NOW HIRING!

( Menu Board )

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Saturday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary would much rather be cuddling in bed with George Michael, but they both had to work today. At least Mary could make Gunther do all the hard work while she sat at the front desk, daydreaming.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Please join us for afternoon tea.

( Menu )

[OOC: Please mod Gunther today. After all, Mary's making him do all the hard work.]

Turtle & Canary; Saturday [ 01/19 ]

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Apu was starting to fidget nervously behind the counter with a frown on his face. It was very well into the morning, and Miss Turtle was not here yet. Miss Turtle was never late for work unless she specifically mentioned that she was going to be, and he knew that she would especially not be so on her only remaining day of work.

Apu knew all too well what this meant, and he quietly prayed to Krishna for strength.

Fandom was about to have one of those weekends.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Pink, Cranberry Peter, Yellow

Turtle & Canary is open!

[[ plz to be modding Apu today, as I have other plans for Turtle! ]]

The Perk, Saturday Morning

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

A familiar form strolled past the windows of the Perk, paused, then backtracked towards the door. The staff held their breath (and their coffee).

The door opened. They edged away.

Leeloo stuck her head in.

They shoved coffee at her. "Coffee?"

She cocked her head curiously. Paused. Then beamed. Broadly. "Co-fee!"

The staff backed away further. She launched into an indecipherable rant of epic proportions, and bounced in.

[ open! ]

J, GOB [early afternoon]

[sith_happened]

Anakin being completely self-absorbed as usual had missed his housemates behaving oddly because he was a little too wrapped up in not being able to get up to Connecticut until later today.

Stupid flight schedules. Why couldn't they work hourly like they did back home?

And yes, he was vain enough not to want to freeze all the way up to New Haven and back by taking the speeder.

So he was sulking in J, GOB, eating a giant cinnamon bun and drinking a large cup of coffee, completely oblivious to the changes around him.

[OOC: Everyone comes in before Padmé so that Anakin is not catatonic, yay!]

Caritas, Saturday evening

[iqof39.livejournal.com]

D'Argo was so far oblivious to any weirdness that was overtaking the town this weekend, and happily so. He was just going to set up the bar, and considering what he went through last week at this time, make Tino do the work. He felt a little owed for having to work through that, see.


[Yeah so I think tonight's gonna be a mod Tino night as the AU'ed characters are totally getting the attention omg.]

First National Bank of Fandom, Saturday Afternoon

[withoutverona]

Still dressed in his pilot's uniform, Frank was smug as he leaned against the outside of the bank building. Whoever this Montague kid was, his last name should have been spelled M-A-R-K. Frank had relieved him of his burdensome cash, sending it all via a wire transfer to an account in another false name in a Swiss bank.

He just wondered why the teller had looked so surprised by his "I'm a pilot on a layover from Pan Am and I need money to get home" cover story. That always worked like a charm. And he had no idea what the Aytiem machine she kept asking him to use was.

Whatever. He'd gotten away with it again. Whistling, he began to walk back toward the dormitory building where his day had begun.

[OOC: Totally and completely open.]

Streets of Fandom, Saturday Afternoon

[a-no-brainer.livejournal.com]

"Now I know this isn't Oz!"

The Scarecrow was going up and down the streets, looking for anything that resembled yellow brick. He gave a thoughtful scratch to his straw-filled head and spun on his heels to go back the way he came.

Five steps in, he tripped over his own feet, or possibly the air right next to his feet, and took a tumble. Bunches of straw fell from his torso and onto the road. "Oh, goodness!" he cried to himself, looking just about as distressed as a man made of straw could ever look. "This just won't do, falling apart all over this strange place!"

A crow flew down and sat on his shoulder. It regarded him curiously for a moment before grabbing a bit of straw in it's beak and flying away again.

"Fine, just fine! Pick at me while I'm down, why don'tcha? Horrible little," and this last the Scarecrow shouted with extra vehemence, "thief!!"

He shook a straw-stuffed glove in the direction the crow had flown as he bounded up from the ground. "I hope the Witch makes a meal outta you!"

With another great, unexplainable sigh, he bounded off in the first direction he saw that was away from the crow, arms swinging overly much at his sides.

[ooc: Open, as streets are wont to be!]

The Beach (Galactica Point) - Saturday Morning

[bigbluekitty.livejournal.com]

Rex wasn't sure how he'd gotten to the beach or where the now familiar New York skyline was. Maybe Captain Neweyes had transported him here while he was asleep. Eh. These things happen. "Well, could be worse. At least it's not Jersey."

[OOC: Open! Sleeeeeep.]

Trooper Station - Saturday

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

Lust stalked through the trooper station, vague memories flashed through his mind, but they were of little consequence to him now. Humans were weak, inferior to homunculi and yet, a part of him wished that he understood why the human whose face he wore held such great value to this place.

It had something to do with protecting human lives. Lust sneered and let his hand trail over the desk before he leaned against it, considering the empty lobby. Human lives were nothing but raw material to create the philosopher's stone and to give him power. He absently touched the ouroboros sign on his chest, his shirt unbuttoned and showing off unmarred skin. Already in this was he better, more perfect than the human in his memories. So why did he...?

No, he needed to find an alchemist. Or maybe he could have some fun in this town. He did like fun.

((And Roy is now a AU version of Lust, one of the homunculi in FMA.))

The Perk, Saturday Afternoon

[offthelisthero.livejournal.com]

Wandering the streets of Fandom had failed to find anyone that Mohinder thought could obviously be identified as dangerous but it also lacked anybody who he felt could be trusted to help. All that had told him was he was on an island.

Mohinder had, however, located a coffee shop and a wallet in his borrowed suit. Two cups of coffee later, and a third in his hand, and he was now ensconced at a corner table - looking around carefully.

[Open]