Turtle & Canary Tuesday 6/17

[gkar-lastkhari.livejournal.com]

Another tropical island was at Fandom's doorstep. This one sans volcano. G'Kar had actually been wishing for someplace just a bit drier. He was kind of used to desert environments, after all.

There was an impromptu sign in the window:

Sale on all Volcano Survival Gear!
10% off all ponchos, galoshes and rubber hats.

Yes; it was actually all rain gear, but G'Kar figured if he could sucker someone gullible enough to believe it make at least one sale, it'd be worth it.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Passion Flower, Red, Zebra Stripes

Book Haven: Tuesday 10-5PM [6-17-08]

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana opened the store and enjoyed a volcano-free day.

Pixie Dust, Tuesday, June 17

[withoutverona]

Another Tuesday, another day near a tropical island that Romeo had to spend working. He lazily reorganized the swimsuit rack and unpacked fresh suits, taking frequent breaks to stand and stare spacily out the window.

A new collection of purses from a local designer had arrived, and Romeo admired their colors -- as much as he could admire handbags, anyhow -- as he put them with the other accessories.

Pixie Dust was open.

Park Renovation, Tuesday 6/17, All Day

[needsaparrot]

A not so early Xander today, made up for (possibly) by a dorky grin and an easy job. "No screwing around on the job today, because we're working on a very, very important safety project," he told the assembled grads, oglers, civic-minded volunteers, masochistic teal deer and passing squirrels.

"Testing out the playground equipment. Not kidding <snicker>, folks. This is serious business! Anybody I see having fun is totally fired."

[Open! Grad project, but open to anybody who wants to help.]

The Boards - Tuesday - 6/17

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

Today, Geoffrey had pulled out the costume rack (...the single. rack.) and his box of props. Both were utterly moddable. As people walked in, he directed them to the front.

"All right, everybody, here's what we're going to do here."

He pointed one hand at the box and the other at the rack.

"This is a box of props. And this are some costume pieces. I'm sure you're familiar enough with the idea of costumes and props and everything, standard theatre fare, but as we haven't actually had a production yet and the people from Visa are hunting me down as we speak, this is what we've got.

"Pick one prop and one or two costume pieces that you want for your character. Don't worry about what I'll think about it, don't even think about what fits. Just feel it. Slip into your character's shoes and pick something that you want to use on the stage. Something you want to look at or monologue to or even just... sit on. It's entirely up to you.

"Then I want you to sit in a circle up here on the stage and we'll discuss what you picked as well as a few other things like schedules and performances because we're getting close to that time. All right?"

[ocd up!]

Wellspring Arms, Tuesday

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

Calmly adjusting the bandage, Temari sat down behind the desk for work.

She had her fan-- which needed work after the first real fight with it-- and plenty of other weapons in case she really needed them.

Wellspring Arms was open for business.

The Beach, Tuesday Morning

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

He'd gotten to the beach early: early enough to have seen the sun come up. Staying at the apartment to rest seemed, intellectually, like the right idea (sleep to catch up on, baby materials to clear out of the house), but the restlessness in his limbs wouldn't let him. So Nathan sat, alone, a bottle of water by his side, watching the tide come in.

For a while, his eyes were pulled to a crab, struggling to move through the sand. Then to Madagascar, far and yet close.

Maybe he should pay it a visit. His powers might've been limited to the island, but that didn't mean he had to be. Permanently or temporarily.

For the moment, though, he just sat.

[ open like a beach. ]

Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Nana was still pink. And Jeff was still fixated on the football.

Having now figured out which channel the matches were broadcast on, he spent most of the morning trying to figure out how to compensate in terms of timezones.

There was no way he'd miss out on France versus Italy. No way. ...Above all, however, he might have been rooting for the team in the other game to win so they'd both wind up out of the competition.

Sometimes, football bureaucracy was excellent.

[ open with no ocd! ]

The York Gallery; Tuesday [ 06/17 ]

[perfectmissyork.livejournal.com]

Charlotte was feeling a little on the left of exhausted right now, but she was also feeling fairly well. The installation of the next exhibit had been a little more work than she had anticipated, but everything was mostly set, the main gallery closed off until tomorrow. She had just handwavily finished putting up posters around town advertising the Bansky exhibit starting tomorrow, which she had touted as a bit of intriguing post-modern urban critique, and now all that was left before all the finishing touches tomorrow was to put the larger posters up in the windows on the gallery.

That was always a bit of an ordeal because she insisted on having them perfect, but could never seem to get the straight.


[[ gallery's not open but the post is! ]]

Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice was having an interesting time with the mid-Cs. Chemical Brothers and Crystal Method seemed to mean staticky interference and driving bass lines with high repetitive vocals. Both required further investigation. Coldplay and Counting Crows featured singers feeling grandly sorry for themselves, and were both quickly dismissed. She'd no idea why Color Me Badd couldn't spell properly, but they were even more worthless than the whiny bands.

Really, her current favorite involved a group she couldn't pronounce with difficult accents and unusual ideas about harmonizing. Intriguing.

Groovy Tunes was open.

Caritas - Tuesday Evening [Open]

[lightishred.livejournal.com]

The zombies were glaring at the BANDages. The BANDages were glaring at the zombies. Donut was tempted to get on the piano and start a jaunty musical number just to see if they would rumble with jazz hands.

[I'm kinda busy so mod Tino for speedy service]