Wellspring Arms, Tuesday

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

Temari had managed to somehow lose the damn atlas of Europe upon setting it down... somewhere at the front desk of Wellspring Arms. How... was beyond her. But now she was digging through things to find the damn thing before anyone realized her insanely stupid mistake.

If this was the island playing tricks, she was going to hit something.

Book Haven, Tuesday

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

There was something to be said for working in a bookstore on the day your script went missing and you had rehearsal and therefore needed it.

Hinata still wasn’t sure how, exactly, her script had gotten lost but she was privately blaming Yei.

Either way though, the store had other copies (thank goodness), and she was behind the counter reading one of them.

Book Haven is Open.

Turtle & Canary; Tuesday [ 09/30 ]

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

The toothache was, blissfully, gone and she got to train a freaking unicorn in her store today, but Turtle was still seething a bit at that stupid Stephanides kid and his spitting. Who spit on people? Who spit on girls? Something wasn't right with that kid...

...but she was training Jan today, and, really, that would have made everything better even if she still had the toothache. She'd just have to remind herself to be extra careful not to nuzzle him too much, as that might be inappropriate since he was her employee now.

Today's Squishy flavors: Grape Judas, Hay, Green Green Grass

(She figured he'd like those flavors).

Turtle & Canary is open!

Trooper Station: Tuesday

[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

The staff at the station was giving Dale a wide berth today. Much as they had for the last week.

To say that his loss at the tournament upset him was quite possibly an understatement. To lose to Windom in such a manner was quite frankly upsetting on several levels to Dale.

However today there was a bigger problem.

"What do you mean we've lost the coffee filters?" Dale snapped at Ralph. "Go find them!"

Atlas Gym, Tuesday morning-ish, September 30

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

Murdock was a little late arriving to the gym, having another small errand to take care of. Of course, the limp didn't help him move any faster either.

And he really didn't have much of an idea of how to work around it for Amber's usual session either.

He'll probably think of something, however.

(the usual meetup, but totally open if anyone else wants to join in :)

The Boards - Rehearsal - Tuesday, 9/30

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

He hadn't had much of a weekend, other than his usual slinking around his theatre, working on ideas for the production. A part of him was wanting to dress it up since they had some funds to spare, but another part of him loved the bare-bones production style regardless of how much money they had. It made the actors work harder and as far as he was concerned, that work was worth a lot more than quality sets and costumes. That said, no one had ever really hurt for having a little help and this wasn't anything particularly deep. It was as deep as a comedy could go, really, especially an amateur production, but...

He sighed and opened the door.

He'd have to talk to Tony about it.

[ocd coming up!]

Malchanceux Harris Apartments [Tuesday]

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

After a brief stop at the school to check in, Fraser was now opening up the still new apartments. He'd gotten word of a few new arrivals and wanted to make sure that they had the ability to rent if they so desired.

Dief took up a spot near the door, head on the floor and just watching the activities going on outside.

Fraser was at the desk, leafing through a few files from Mayor Summers that Robin had given him yesterday.

[Please see this post for MHA information. There are twelve ten open apartments.]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday [9/30/2008]

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary was feeling a little lost after her clipboard went missing. She was on the verge of taking apart the front desk, having already emptied out all the drawers looking for her clipboard. Little did she know that Gunther had hidden it in the basement just to mess with her.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's special
Bruschetta with Sundried Tomato and Mozzarella

Cafe Fina, Tuesday [9/30/2008]

[lordofthecats.livejournal.com]

Lion-o had a huge grin on his face. "Try the special. I made it myself," he was proudly telling customers as he sat them at tables. Behind him, the cheese grater and Snarf were shaking hands, congratulating each other on having taught the boy to cook.

Today's Special
Easy Mini Pizzas

The Perk, Tuesday morning

[fancypantsdoc.livejournal.com]

Simon had remembered the Perk from his previous visits. River had recommended the apple cake, and he ordered one, and a cup of tea to go with it, and found himself a table by the window. No sign of his sister, and the worry he felt for her mingled with a little uneasiness about what he had left behind on Serenity. Despite this he had slept surprisingly well - perhaps sea air really helped? He sipped the tea, watching the street outside.

[very open]

Groovy Tunes, Tuesday [09/30]

[athosborn.livejournal.com]

Teyla greatly preferred it when the weather was mild, so she had the door to the store open again to bring in fresh air as she went around and made sure everything was in its proper place. Today's music was a little strange but Teyla was finding it very entertaining.

[Open and OCD-free!]

Covent Garden Flowrs (sic) - Tuesday, 9/30

[loverlyviolets]

"Everything else will be sent on ahead" had been, Eliza found when she'd reached 35 Mallard Way on Thursday, either a bald-faced lie or the saddest definition of the word everything she'd ever heard. Thus, though she'd meant to get out and explore the town, instead she'd spent the weekend sorting out the mess that was her new shop, cataloging what was there, what was missing, and what was... something dried and dead-looking she didn't remotely recognize, smelling vaguely of tea.

By Tuesday she at least had the place sorted out enough to consider opening up to the public, though the list of things she would still need to order was longer than a market-square pickpocket's arm. Including an "E" for the sign over the door.

At least the one she hung in the window was spelt right? Even if it did have that bit at the end that she'd argued against for weeks with Colonel Pickering. She'd no idea how she was ever to make a profit she could pay him back with, if she spent it all on hired help. Though truth to tell it was the thought of being in charge of somebody else, some shopgirl like she once hoped to be herself, that made Eliza uneasy.

Still, there it was, and here she was, behind the counter, watering a rather sickly-looking bundle of lilies, and wondering just what sort of people her sign might bring in.

Covent Garden Flowers

Eliza Doolittle, prop.
Fresh flowers from nosegays to bouquets!
Delivery available upon request.

~~~~Now Hiring~~~~

Photo Hut, Tuesday

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack opened the shop, feeling like he'd been just out of it for the past few days. He took a few pictures of himself to show he'd been here, if he got lost again.

[Open!]

J,GOB, Tuesday Afternoon

[noboynextdoor.livejournal.com]

It was entirely possible that going out and being gluttonous after Ethics class meant he had kind of missed the point, but Jess was hungry and not in the mood for anything too healthy. So, it was off to the bakery he went, for something to eat while he scribbled notes to himself in the book he was re-reading.

[Open!]

The park, early Tuesday evening

[makestheworld]

The Breeze blew in -- wait, no, wrong book

A raven swooped down to perch on the back of a bench and settled there for a moment, ruffling its feathers and stretching its wings as though it'd just flown a long distance.

Which it had. From Montana, even.

Then the raven opened its mouth and seemed to expand, feathers riding up on suddenly featherless fingers, pulling back and turning red as its legs grew into human legs and its beak shrank into a human nose.

And then there was a young man in black buckskin with red feather trim crouching on the back of the bench. He hopped forward and slouched down, surveying his surroundings and wishing for a cigarette.

Coyote had arrived.

[ooc: it's a park. Kinda open by definition.]

Caritas - Tuesday Evening [Open]

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

Marshall and Tino were building a pyramid out of shot glasses today.

Well, Marshall was building it. Tino was waiting on the sidelines with a broom and a dustpan.

Everything But The Monkey, Tuesday evening

[laidanegg.livejournal.com]

Dick wasn't sure what drew him to the new pet shop in town tonight, but he certainly didn't intend on buying a Norwegian Blue parrot. He was a little concerned that the bird seemed to be suffering from a total lack of movement, but the shopkeeper assured him that the bird was just tired and shagged out after a prolonged squawk.

Dick carried the caged bird out of the shop before noticing something that he missed in the shop: the bird had been nailed to its perch. Then he noticed something else that he had missed in the shop: the bird was bereft of life. He really should have realized that one earlier. Geez, Dick.

He was going to walk right back in there and demand a refund.

[OOC: This is all vkandis_son's fault. Dick's around after returning the bird. Otherwise, the post is of course open for all of your pet-buying needs.]