The Causeway and ONWARD!, Friday Morning.

[perfectmissyork.livejournal.com]

The cab came to a stop at the end of the causeway, and the passenger in the back seat drew in a tentative breath. "Is this it, then?" Charlotte asked, leaning forward enough to glance out the window in earnest pursual of what all the brochures had lead her to expect. "Oh, that's right; this is as far as you can go, isn't it? I read in a magazine that there aren't any cars on the island, because the streets are too narrow and unfit for them. I wasn't sure if I really believed that, I mean, it's just hard to imagine, isn't it? It'll be a little tricky to get used to not hearing cars and traffic, but I bet it's nice when you're u--"

"Ma'am," the driver muttered, "just get out of the cab. Unless if you want to pay me for running at the mouth, that's your prerogative."

For a slight second, Charlotte's mouth opened in a small, silent outrage (he called her ma'am! Did she look like a ma'am? Oh, she probably did, a worn down, used old maid! This was not good!), but then she shut it in a tight-lipped, embarrassed expression. "Sorry," she said, embarrassed. "I'll just...Here." She handed him the money for the fare, opened the door, and slipped out, heels clicking on the pavement and tightening her jacket around her a little more, rubbing her arm. It wasn't cold, not really, but it was...looking over the islands, the buildings and trees cropping up in their quaint little setting. It was so different. Nice, but different, and if only the circumstances had been differe--

Charlotte's reverie was cut off by the sound of a thunk nearby and she jumped, eyes wide. It was her suitcase, tossed over by the cab driver. "Hey!" she objected. "Be careful with those, those are very expensi--" Her shoulder bag joined her suitcase in a similar manner. "Hey! This is-- I gave you a good tip and everything!"

"I know," the driver said. "That's why I'm helping."

"This is not helping!"

So, after a few more huffs and shouts, the cab driver eventually left and Charlotte, feeling abused and harried, pressed her lips together so tightly that they practically turned white with her indignation. She had her shoulder back slung, and both of her hands were holding onto her luggage, but she still managed, somehow, to grab a tourist map from the pocket of one of them and start looking it over as she started forward. "Okay," she told herself, "let's see. The Arms Hotel. Okay, there we go..."

[[ yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay *kermit arm flails* mostly establishing Charlotte's arrival, but certainly open to anyone who might want to run into her ]]

Groovy Tunes; Friday [ 03/21 ]

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad hadn't done it in a while. It was Prince Oscar Pedro's idea, really, although, apparently, the fact that Prince Oscar Pedro was the one who brought his attention back to it was enough course to blame the kitten. But, besides, Chad hadn't gotten any phone calls from those agencies he'd visited over spring break, so he was feeling a little down and needed the pep-up anyway.

Chad came to work today wearing the mariachi jacket that El Professor had given him ages ago.

He wished he had a little version of it for Prince Oscar Pedro to wear.

The music he was playing today, though, was jazz. He didn't want to overdo the theme.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

[the_merriest]

It was a beautiful day, birds were singing, the store was full of guns, and John Sheppard was very, very high up on Rikku's list of Bestest People Ever, for being an awesome droid-babysitter.

Well, she figured he was an awesome droid-babysitter. He had taken the droid-baby, and really, that was the important part of the equation.

The Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center was so very open.

Luke's Diner, March 21 (Friday)

[queen-of-zagreb.livejournal.com]

There was, yet again, no sign of Yitzhak in the diner today except for the state of the place, which was even more unkempt and disarrayed than it had been yesterday. He'd actually bothered to order more supplies -- much to the shock of the kitchen staff -- but the napkin holders were getting perilously close to empty, the sugar jars were following their example, and if you weren't careful and sat down at the counter on the third stool from the left you might end up having certain parts of your anatomy checked out in a less than desirable way later on.

Actually, if you followed the phone cord across the floor into the storeroom, you might find Yitzhak in there; today, he was getting his jollies by calling up talk show radio hosts and . . . not saying a word.

Luke's is open -- if you dare.

Book Haven - Friday - 3/21 - 10am to 5pm

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir was a little late to work, mostly because he hadn't slept very well. Part of that had been the pounding headache right behind his eyes most of last night (and into today, unfortunately) and part had been that Andrew's tik tok baby (which still put the heebs in his jeebs) had woken up a few times in the night.

As such, while his grooming was impeccable, Liir looked a little rough as he straightened the store, put out the cookies and the drinks, and placed the platter of Millie's lunch under the counter for her. His eyes were darker than usual, his skin was paler than usual, and he kept finding his teeth grinding without his say so which didn't help the headache.

It was going to be a long day, but the Book Haven was open.

Bluth's Original Frozen Banana Stand, Fri. 3/21

[redintraining.livejournal.com]

Sky was... OK, not exactly in a VERY good mood, but definitely more upbeat than he usually was when opening the banana stand for his first shift in several weeks. He didn't even mind the attentions of Eddie and Edwina, who were perched on the counter and alternating SQUAAAAAWK. Screeeeeeee. at him, very much. He was still riding the "my friends are safe" and "I GOT LAID ON MONDAY" highs, but wearing The Suit was a bit of a damper.

Once the stand was ready for the day's business, Sky settled behind the counter to read as usual.

( Menu~ )

Bluth's is open!

[Bouts of SP are possible today.]

The Perk: Friday Afternoon

[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

The coffee machine at the police station had been fixed... eventually. However to Dale's palate the coffee coming out of it appeared to be off.

No one else but Dale seemed to have noticed or cared.

As a result Dale is imbibing his beverage of choice in the corner of the shop as he reviews the strategic plan the FBI has set up for the next few years.

Dale of course finds it riveting.

Turtle & Canary - Friday All day

[key-of-heart.livejournal.com]

YAAAAY Store!!

Sora was happy to be back at the store again with a normal job after last week. He even hugged Apu when he first got in.

Apu wasn't sure what to make of that.

Either way Sora was there and very bouncy as he sat on the counter making doodles of things.

Today's Squishy flavors: Grape Judas, Red, Sunshine!

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River lay on her back on the desk, thoughtfully chewing on an apple. She had felt creative today, and was quite proud of the menu.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Grated Celeriac with cinnamon custard
Tomato soup with dead fish

The Arms Hotel is open.

Pizza Planet, March 21 (Friday)

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

It wasn't as if Jen was the type of person to skip work in the first place, and all things considered, even if she was she'd much rather have been at work than on her way to go fight Doombots in Latveria.

Okay, maybe that was a bit of a stretch since she'd actually rather enjoyed that.

Being at work definitely beat being locked in a dungeon in Latveria, though, that was for sure.

Today's Special
Western Bacon Pizza
Bacon, Ground Beef, Onions, Mozzarella/Cheddar Cheese Blend

She was making long-distance calls to Jungle Karma Pizza again today, only not so much with the hanging up; this time she was calling under the pretense of asking them what kind of specials they had. Most of the time Fran picked up the phone, sounding kind of harried -- maybe something was attacking Ocean Bluff again -- but once Theo took the call. Oh my god.

Magic Box, Friday

[exwatcher.livejournal.com]

Giles opened that shop that morning in a good mood.

The spur of the moment trip he'd handwavily taken last week and had just returned from had been fruitful and he'd acquired a number of rare texts from an estate sale. They were being shipped and should arrive next week.

Plus, there were no strange golden eggs in his inventory this year so he doubted he was going to have cheeping bunnies come Sunday again.

So he was humming under his breath as he went through the accounts.

The Magic Box was open.

Cafe Fina - Friday

[wannabe-samurai.livejournal.com]

Kurogane was putting together new chairs and tables.

Why? To stop Fai from whining at him about setting them up.

He was not whipped! Shut up!

Still, so there he was in the middle of the floor of the cafe, with a million pieces around him as he tried to understand the directions.

Who the hell ever heard of a table with a person's name anyways.

And the Help Wanted! sign was still up and promanent in the window.

The Graveyard: Friday Evening

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

After a spending a few days in Cairo and approximately 85 years in stasis, Mel was very much in the mood to get outside and patrol. Even if there weren't any vampires, demons or stone angels with ability to rutting send you back in time in space.

Stupid statues.

However after going through her usual trek through the preserve and then the park what she found waiting for her in the graveyard was not what she expected.

"What are you doing here?" she asked suspiciously.

( I thought I could join you tonight... )

[ooc: Preplayed with the Sensational Zuko. NFI though OOC cherished like pie]

Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

[all4thewookiees.livejournal.com]

Tino had brought an old TV out onto the bar for the purpose of watching The Dance. Like he was going to miss Round 1 of the tournament just because Jolee wanted him to do work.

Jolee, for his part, used The Force to keep changing the channel to the doctor show with the women. Tino hated the old man sometimes.

[OOC: I get out of work early and what do I do? Get Caritas up nice and early? Nope! Take a nap? Yep! And I'd do it again!]