Book Haven: Tuesday 10-5 PM [3-4-08]

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana was happy to be back at the store, happy to be back in fandom, just happy in general. Which was why it didn't particularly surprise her that she was humming. The singing, though, that she just couldn't seem to control, was a bit surprising.

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
working in bookstores and learning 'bout crim'nals,
talking of ethics and conflicts and things,
these are a few of my favorite things!

Reading good books and then stealing some kisses,
lawyering up while I think of my wishes,
running to Selkie Cove all while I sing,
these are a few of my fav-or-ite things!

Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Upon entering the hotel, Jeff came to a stop.

Mostly because he'd accidentally run a little bit too hard and had knocked the wind out of his body on Nana's sturdy chest. Nana, for her part, had come to a stop all on her own initiative.

She was gawking at Gunther and the sous-chef, dancing what appeared to be some variant of the macarena while singing something about macaroni that she, had she had that level of consciousness, would have been exceedingly relieved to notice Jeff wasn't picking up on.

Jeff shrugged, attempted to get That Ditty out of his head again, and settled behind the desk. He wondered where all that forboding came from.

[ open ]

The Perk, Tues. morning

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Sitting at a table near an open window, Johnny was enjoying a cup of coffee, tapping his toe to music that was playing in his head. He had a sinking feeling about this and that feeling was confirmed the moment he opened his mouth and started to sing.

"Love is a burning thing
and it makes a firey ring
bound by wild desires
I fell into a ring of fire.

I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down
down
down
and the flames went highter
and it burns
burns
burns
the ring of fire
the ring of fire..." 

[ooc: the Perk is open for all your perky needs!]

Groovy Tunes, Tuesday, March 4

[meetingsnoopy.livejournal.com]

Melody skipped into the store, obviously refreshed by her road trip, and sang as she started unpacking some new CDs.

Oh, Oh, Oh
Woke up today
feeling the way I always do
Oh, Oh, Oh
Hungry for something that I can't eat
Then I hear that beat
that rhythm of town
starts hauling me down
It's like a message from high above
Oh, Oh, Oh
Pulling me out to the smiles and
streets that I love ...

Good Morning Fandom Town
Every day's like an open door
Every night's like a fantasy
Every sound's like a symphony

Good Morning Fandom Town
and some day when I take to the floor
The world's gonna wake up and see
Pussycats and me

As she sang, she drummed out a little rhythm on the CD racks. This song was totally the Pussycats' next hit single.

Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Tues., 3/4

[george-m-bluth.livejournal.com]

"Day-o, Day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Me say day, me say day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home

Work all night on a drink a' rum
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Stack banana till the mornin' come
Daylight come and me wan' go home

Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home..."

Squawk! Squawk! Squawk!

"I... I don't know."

Squawk! Squawk!

"SHUT UP, EDDIE! I DON'T KNOW!"

"It's six foot, seven foot, eight foot BUNCH!
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot BUNCH!
Daylight come and me wan' go home..."

( Menu Board )

Atlas Gym, Tuesday Morning

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

You know, when Deadpool started singing as he waited for the spar to begin, it really wasn't very odd.

He was all musical, you see.

But the being unable to stop and timing a few of the warm up moves in beat with the music? WEE BIT ODD.

I'm living on shattered faith
The kind that likes to restrict your breath
never been a better time than this
suffocate on eternal bliss

In a city
that swells with so much hate
you seem to rise above
and take its place
the heart pumps until it dies
drain the blood, the heart is wise

All my friends are murder
Hey, all my bones no marrows in
All these fiends want teenage meat
All my friends are murderers

Away....

I never met a pearl quite like you
who could shimmer and rot at the same time through
there's never been a better time than this
To bite the hand of the frost bitten eminence

All my friends are murder
Hey, all my bones no marrows in
All these fiends want teenage meat
All my friends are murderers

Away....away......away....

whoa whoa whoa whoa.....

I'm alive in uterine
a star in the dark a new day has dawned
open up and let it flow
I'll make it yours so here we go...

All my friends are murder
Hey, all my bones no marrows in
All these fiends want teenage meat
All my friends are murderers

Away hes gone away...

He blinked. "Can we pretend that didn't happen?"

[[OOC: the merc is there for someone, but the gym is very much of the open!]]

Our Lady of Fandom, Tuesday all day

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

"What's the reason behind it all?
Can you tell me, why this fall
from grace?
Why this place?"

The word just appeared out of his mouth. Gabriel stared at the altar in confusion.

The Cat didn't seem impressed and stared back.

[The church is open]

Wellspring Arms: Tuesday

[im-fullmetal.livejournal.com]

"I've been working on the raaaaaailroad.  All the livelong day..."

Ed shut his mouth, refusing to let any more words out.  Until he couldn't help it and the song just burst out.

"I've been working on the railroad just to pass the time away.  Can you hear the whistle bloooowing?  Rise up so early in the morn.  Can't you hear the captain shouting?  Dinah, blow your horn."

This was going to be an unbearable day.

Through the Streets of Town - Afternoon

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly wandered slowly back through town.  For some reason the sky seemed bluer and the birds were chirping in some sort of unison as what sounded like background music swelled around her.

She frowned.  "Not happening again, thank you," Aly muttered, thrusting her hands in her pocket as she sped up, trying to get home before the urge to sing struck again.

" Why do they think up stories that link my name with yours?
Why do the neighbors chatter all day, behind their doors?
I know a way to prove what they say is quite untrue.
Here is the gist, a practical list of "don'ts" for you.
Don't throw bouquets at me
Don't please my folks too much
Don't laugh at my jokes too much
People will say we're in love!"

"Dammit, there's no one else here," she snapped, biting off the next verse.  "Who am I supposed to be in love with?"

Wonders of the World, Tuesday

[im-afrog.livejournal.com]

Adam was there, bright and early. And for whatever reason he couldn't stop humming, the song was stuck in his head. It was going to get annoying, fast.

He checked out the place, making sure things were working properly, before he got settled in the ticket booth. Yes, still humming.

( Course List )

[OOC: OCD is right around the corner ready to go!]

Jeff, GOB's, Tuesday Morning

[withoutverona]

Romeo ordered his coffee by pointing at the menu, his pastry by pointing at the case, then took a seat at the window to watch for Dojima and try to ignore the chorus of bakers singing about the proper way to mix muffin batter.

He was idly wondering if he could manage a conversation without melody, lyrics, bridge or chorus.

[OOC: Open.]

Pizza Planet, Tuesday

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan was humming as he opened the store -- not a new thing for him, really. What was new was when music -- first a strong, angry cello -- began to swell. As he began to sing, he was backed by a rock band.

( Cut for lyrics )

Special
Late Summer Hurry
[Grilled chicken breast, red, green, yellow, and orange bell peppers, parmesan and fontina cheese, lemon-zest/garlic/cracked-black-pepper/olive oil glaze]

Also, Tom had set up a karaoke machine. In case anyone felt like coming in and using it on purpose.

The Graveyard: Tuesday Night

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

It's your typical night of patrolling. So far Mel has been pretty grateful that she hasn't been affected by this whole singing thing. She can't help but wonder if maybe it is something more than just Fandom weirdness. Maybe a demon? A dancing demon!

No.. something isn't right there.

And as thoughts of demons and patrolling occupy her mind she neglected to notice the rise of music around her as she began to twirl and dance between grave stones.

( Going through the motions: The Melaka Fray version )

Mel finished her little solo standing on a gravestone with her arms outstretched and her head looking up at the heavens.

She then quickly hopped down and quickly looked around in the vain hope that no one saw her.

[ooc: Open though I will be mostly AFK until late this evening.]

Caritas - Tuesday Evening [Open]

[lightishred.livejournal.com]

Donut came in belting out Madonna's "Material Girl" at the top of his lungs.

Of course he did that every time he came into work.

[I'm around but -gasp- actually doing homework so I'll be slow. Mod Tino for speedy service]

Lobster Statue by the Pond, Tuesday Afternoon

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

After striking out once again with Anenome, Robin had made his way down to the pond and perched on one of the claws of the Lobster statue.

"It's not easy, being green.
Having to spend each day,
The color, of the leaves.
When I think it could be nicer,
Being red, or yellow, or gold.
Or something much more colorful like that.

It's not easy, being green.
Seems you blend in with so many other,
Ordinary things.
And people tend to pass you over.
Cause you're not standing out like flashy sparkles in the water,
Or stars in the sky."

[OOC: Open of course.]

Luke's Diner, Tuesday 4 March

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael came in and opened the diner.

And then there was ( singing )

Michael looked horrified and went in search of something to gag himself with, forgetting to put up the specials.

Luke's was open.

Turtle & Canary - Tuesday

[bigbluekitty.livejournal.com]

Sulley couldn't stop humming as he set up for his shift at T&C in the morning.

"Mister Sulley, why must you insist on that most annoying humming?"

"Oh, uh, sorry Apu," Sulley replied sheepishly. "I must have a song stuck in my head. Don't you ever get that?"

"No, I do not," Apu lied, ignoring the reprisal of 'Who Needs The Kwik-E-Mart?' from earlier this morning. At least this time he hadn't ended up on the roof howling at the moon and pining for his old store.

"Oh. I'll try to keep it down, but it's just so tempting to sing, y'know? After all, everybody wants to be a cat," Sulley sang, "because a cat's the only cat who knoooows where it's at."

Apu sighed. "It is going to be an unbearable and tone deaf day."


Today's Squishy Flavors: Good Vibrations (tastes like sand and pineapple), Toxic (not really toxic), Red

Fandom Post Office - Tuesday

[pyroliz.livejournal.com]

Liz was rather puzzled as she came into the post office on time for her shift. She had woken up singing for some strange reason and it hadn't stopped by the time she had made it the post office.

"She sits in her corner
Singing herself to sleep
Wrapped in all of the promises
That no one seems to keep
She no longer cries to herself,
No tears left to wash away
Just diaries of empty pages,
Feelings gone astray
But she will sing"

She sighed as she set up for her shift, the songs seemed to be hitting close to home and she hoped that they would stop soon.

[ooc: wait for the OCD is up!]