Luke's Diner, Friday, 8/15

[ella-obeys.livejournal.com]

It was a slightly disgruntled Ella who stood behind the diner's counter today. She wasn't entirely used to pants, and Bermuda shorts were even worse. And, of course, going to work meant detouring past the beach, through the science classrooms, and around the pond in the park.

At least the shorts were more practical in the kitchen than her skirts.

The Diner was open.

Specials
Fried Clam Platter
Gazpacho
Pineapple Upside-Down Cake

The Park, late morning Friday 8/15

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

There was a dog. Well actually, there were two dogs. One was running around a bit, trying to convince the other to play. The other dog remained firmly where it was, hiding under a bench.

Or attempting to hide as said bench didn't exactly provide a lot of cover.

Murdock sincerely hoped nobody would find him this way. Even if he hadn't the faintest clue of what to do with himself.

Being a dog sucked.

(omg so open! he is expecting one to find him, but he's there for others to taunt/pet/otherwise embarrass him too. *g* any other threads would be before Abby Irene.)

Former Echolls Mansion: Friday Morning, 8/15

[needsaparrot]

No, actually, he just felt like wearing shorts today. He felt it was in keeping with the theme of the day, which was, "Short workday! It's totally because I love you all and appreciate how hard you've been working and the care you've taken not to drive drywall screws through your heads, and nothing at all to do with it being my last day on the job or having a tux fitting in another dimension to get to this afternoon."

It did leave Xander a little confused about why everybody else was wearing shorts, though. Not that his pants didn't all transform? It's just that he'll never know it because he only opened the Tacky Bermuda Shorts drawer today.

[OOC: Open! Not the last day of construction, just Xander's, as he's honeymoon-bound this weekend. We leave you in the capable hands of Constable My God If You Haven't Seen Men With Brooms You Should.]

Pizza Planet, Friday

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

Jen, in an unusual turn of events for her practical and no-nonsense self, had her wardrobe on her mind today. Not because she was worried about what she'd wear to the wedding tomorrow, but because . . .

Okay, she was worried about what she'd wear to the wedding, having set aside her best Time Force uniform for the occasion (it seemed appropriate) only to discover this morning that the shiny and pristine white top half was now attached to a pair of incredibly loud fuschia-colored bermuda shorts. As had every other uniform she owned. And her jeans, and her skirt, and even her sweats.

Which was to say, exactly seven pairs of bermuda shorts. (Look, it was significant progress from the size of her wardrobe two years ago in 2001. And yes, that sentence made sense to her.) At least they were all pink. Funny how that worked.

Hoping desperately that her clothes would be back to normal tomorrow, and in an attempt to keep herself from getting too mopey over the thought of weddings and happily ever afters, she was behind the counter polishing her badge and Chronomorpher to within an inch of their lives.

Today's Special
Barbecue Beef Focaccia-Style Pizza

[OOC: OCD-freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.]

Atlas Gym, Friday

[suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com]

There were days when Barney was just so bored with sitting around, waiting for one of his plans to go through or for his friends to give their car a death sentence a hot chick to arrive at the gym, that he whipped out perfect squares of brightly colored paper and worked some Japanese origami magic.

Barney Stinson, Master of Folding, Personal Trainer, Gym Manager was at your service.

Or, you know, hiding in Wolverine's his office from the cycling dudes. Their legs were scary.

Book Haven - Friday - 08/15

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir made his way to the store, slipped in, cleaned the front, neatened the shelves, and put out the tea and cookies. Then, with a touch of trepidation, he searched through the bin at the back until he found something on the subject he was interested in at the moment.

Then he settled at the front with his book and some fresh lemonade he'd made earlier this morning.

The Book Haven was open.

Pixie Dust [Friday]

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny was digging through the racks at Pixie Dust, swearing about how the fairy was going to kill her if she didn't figure out where the pants had all gone and why they'd been replaced with those.

Maybe it was some kind of joke someone was playing on her? If so they would pay.

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

[the_merriest]

Ooooh, funky! Rikku's shorts were all festive today, for no good reason. Longer than her usual, but bright and splashy. She'd deal.

The Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center was even more colorful than usual. And chipper. And hanging out and all that good stuff. And, of course, open.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River was sitting behind the desk at the hotel, writing in her notebook. Perhaps today's special was a little bit on the conventional side, but she had wanted chocolate. Besides, to make it more interesting she had added blue cheese.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's special:
Chocolate cake

[open and OCD-free]

Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

[all4thewookiees.livejournal.com]

The boss had taken the night off, so Tino was having the time of his life.

He expressed this by making the zombies play "(I've Had) The Time of My Life" repeatedly while he danced behind the bar.

[OOC: Feeling nasty, so I'm taking the night off. Please mod Tino.]

Caritas, Saturday- Three Minute Dates

[fates_jaye]

Jaye was actually at work, and there early for once, which shocked the hell out of Tino. But see, she got to host tonight, and she was actually excited for it. She'd even brought popcorn to watch. Maybe someone could get slapped in three minutes and the slapper would end up in the pond. When people arrived, there was even a sign on the door.

Caritas Presents
THREE MINUTE DATES
Hosted by Jaye Tyler
Reject People! Speedily!

When everyone had gotten there, Jaye took the stage, mic in hand. "Hey there, so you should all know how this goes by now, as we've had way too many for you to be clueless. Unless you're new. In which case, ha ha, suckers. So, dating sucks, so we get you through the process really really quickly. Now you can find out within three minutes that the person you're talking to is not the one you want to spend even four minutes more with.

"Here's how it goes: I call your name, and someone else's. You get together. You talk for three minutes, get to know each other, and then you'll hear this," she said, pulling an airhorn from behind her back to sound it. "Then I'll call your name with someone else's and you switch. You'll hear this sound," she said, blowing the horn again just because she could, "five times total. Any ques- good. Enjoy!"


[Three minutes = ten comments, which means each person gets five comments in a thread. You don't have to do these chronologically, but try not to Joss yourself. Slowplay is totally fine omg.

Also wait for OCD becauase if you interrupt me I WILL come over there. Ready! Set! Go kill my inbox!]