The Mean Streets of Fandom [Late Sunday night]

[sith_happened]

Anakin was pissed. And wet. And bruised.

And plotting a way to buy Fandom Island and ship all of the Winchesters to Outer Mongolia via FedEx.

After he bought himself new shoes.

And possibly divorced his cheating wife.

His jaw muscles quivered just a little at that thought.

Nope. There was no way his night could get any worse.

[OOC: For the one who is going to make his life worse.]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center: Monday

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Yes: Worf does remember what happened this weekend.

No: He's admitting nothing.

Yes: He's denying anything.

And Yes: He's in a bad mood.

Wellspring Arms is open. Beware the testy Klingon.

The Park, Dangerously Close to the Duck Pond, Sunday

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

Despite spending the entire night staring off into the distance, remembering how Johnny had bought the farm, how Billy Bob had bit it, how Charlie had gone to that baseball diamond in the sky, and how Tiny Tim...oh poor Tiny Tim, Seely had managed to hear radio, to hear the name of his girl, the only one who'd ever understood his secret past, the one he could never go home to, she was here, but here with another man.

Perfect manly tears slowly trickled their solitary paths down his cheek as he wandered near the pond.

[ooc: Seely's here for one in particular, but open for anyone needing a duck pond for their catfight to end in]

Luke's Diner, October 13 (Monday)

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

There was no sign of Lacey today, if you wandered into the diner; the surly hairnetted cook would probably look up at you and give you a half smirk and maybe cant his head in the vague direction of the storage closet.

She was around, sure, but scarce today, and if you just happened to catch a glimpse of her you might notice the ankle-length skirt, stockings, and high-collared blouse. Who, Lacey? Have issues about being naked? Naaaaaaaaaaaaah. Oh wait.

Today's Specials
Pigs in Blankets
Bacon-Wrapped Stuffed Chicken

Luke's is open. The proprietor, not so much, thank you.

The Arms Hotel - Monday Morning

[pyroliz.livejournal.com]

Liz woke up feeling like she never wanted to eat food again. It took her a moment or two before the events of the past weekend had come flooding back.

She was just glad that she hadn't really made that big a fool of herself.

It had taken her a bit longer than usual to get ready before she rushed to work, opening up slightly late, as she got everything set up she knew that she definitely wasn't going to be telling Hellboy about the events of the weekend any time soon.

Welcome to the Arm's Hotel!
Today's Special Spring Vegetable Frittata

Turtle and Canary, Monday (10/13)

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka blamed Apu. The "Caution: Wet Floor" sign was nowhere near where he'd mopped. It had nothing at all to do with the fact that he was a little dazed from waking up after dying from an aneurysm of the brain cancer.

Whatever the reason, he'd slipped on the wet floor and cracked his head open on a shelf. He was bleeding, and might even have needed stitches, and maybe had a concussion, but after walking around all weekend telling people he had brain cancer, no way was he going to head to the clinic. He just slapped a band-aid on it and got to work.

Today's Squishy flavors: Morning After, Hair of the Dog, Grape Judas

Jeff, God of Biscuits - late Monday morning

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

After (a) waking up on freaking Galactica Point with Ronan, and (b) showering for about an hour to get the sea smell out of her hair, Parker felt... almost human. Nicotine-deprived, mildly hungover, and in caffiene withdrawal, but human. Now. If only they made amnesia in pill form, she'd be all set! Until then, there was pastry.

[open open open, especially if you encountered Parker at any point this weekend, sane or Soap Opera'd
ETA: The Isabel thread is last, but feel free to ping in with a 'previous' thread, or use for your own J,GOB and facepalming needs.]

Coyote Medicine, 10/13/08

[makestheworld]

Coyote stepped out into the street in front of his store, dressed in his usual buckskins and his very best coyote headdress, and lit a cigarette. It'd been a very good week-long sweat, but it was time to get back to getting money so he'd have something to bet the unicorn when they raced.

If he ever heard about all that he'd missed that prior weekend, he'd be very, very, very disappointed.

The store was all set up, shelves arranged with native paraphernalia ranging from the authentic to the stereotypical to the downright absurd, and the sweat lodge was nicely sage-y. The sign out front was as brightly lit, sparkly, and garish as any of Vegas' greatest signs, letters flashing on and off in complex chase sequences which Coyote personally found a bit hypnotic.

As a whole, the sign currently read:

COYOTE MEDICINE!
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
GRAND OPENING
also hiring

[ooc: Back and ready to get this biznatch underway! Open.]

The Park by the Pond [afternoon]

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Luke woke up this morning kind of wanting to kill himself (he'd kissed Grace Winchester! Never having sex. Ever. Ever. Ever. Sorry, Ben.). After realizing he couldn't fit under the bed at the hotel to hide there for the rest of his life, he'd come up with another solution.

Which was why he was in the park on a bench holding up a sign that read: "GREMLINS: Look, a Skywalker! Please Bite Me!"

So far, no takers.

[OOC: Open like a park!]

Covent Garden Flowrs - Open [10/13]

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

As far as weirdness goes, Joan figured she got off lucky this weekend. Oh, sure she thought she was some guy's long lost sister, but from the radio broadcast, she gathered it could have been a lot worse.

Which was why she was happy to arrive for her first day of work at the flower shop. She made sure that the temporary "E" was firmly in place and unlocked the door.

The Perk - Monday Noonish

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

Chris was kind of afraid to go back to his dorm room. He wasn't sure if Summer was going to stab him with a fork or not.

And since it was too early for the bar, he opted to head to the Perk and indulge in coffee. Lots of strong coffee.

[expecting one; but open to all!]

Atlas Gym, Monday Afternoon

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Nathan supposed he could find someone to spar with if he really tried. Beating the crap out of someone had seemed like an utterly satisfying idea all of a sudden-- especially if they posed a challenge. Unfortunately, he was also aware that would probably be unethical, considering.

Maybe he should call Kurogane. The man seemed like he might be up for a fight. Then again... Sigh.

To make a long story short, this line of reasoning led to a very large half-metal man beating up on a lot of comparatively fragile heavy bags for most of the afternoon.

[ open gym, of course, and cable's available if stoically pissy ]

Chilly Boulder, Monday afternoon

[iruinenglish.livejournal.com]

Let's see, Buffy had had some bad mornings before, but waking up on the bank of a duck pond had to be up there in the top five. She'd gone back to the dorms, cleaned up by way of like three showers (despite having beat up the Willow lookalike in a body of water, she still felt sort of dirty), and then decided she wasn't doing anything today. Okay, later she'd patrol. But right now, she was going to sit here with a sundae and pretend she'd never had any caffeine pill-induced breakdowns.

At one point while thinking the weekend over she said aloud, "What the hell?" only for the clerk to replay with "YEAH I KNOW."

[Ooooopen. Yes I modded.]

The Magic Box, Monday

[stylin-wizard.livejournal.com]

Alex opened up the Magic Box, wondering what it would take to forget the past weekend. Granted, she didn't do anything too extreme, but she'd been plotting her brother's death.

Sitting behind the counter, Alex put her head in her hands and just sat there. She was never going to tell Justin about this. Never.

The Magic Box was open.

Caritas - Monday Evening

[konoha-flash.livejournal.com]

This weekend never happened.

At least that's what Arashi wished he could say. It didn't stop him from trying to drown out the memories with the various liquors available at the bar.

Before starting his drink fest he had put a sign in the window:

Free Drinks to those wanting to forget this past weekend!**


**The bartender on duty is not held responsible for the alcohol content of above drinks.

There were probably a lot of people out there wanting to forget.

The Beach - Monday Early Evening

[wannabe-samurai.livejournal.com]

Kurogane sat on the beach, leaning on his knees and listening to the calming sound of the waves as he waited for Warren to show up.

His sword was imbedded in the sand next to him, not that he thought he would need it, but just in case it was there. He needed to see what Warren was capable of before really starting to train him.

[For one, But otherwise beach is there if anyone needs it.]

El Burrito Loco, Monday Night

[tyler_gone]

Usually, when Tyler needed a drink, he went to Caritas and made a private bet with himself about the zombies. If none of them lost limbs in his first hour at the bar, he got an extra shot.

But tonight was not any night, and Tyler didn't feel like dealing with the people who might be at Caritas. So he found himself across the island, at the new Mexican place. He downed tequila and nibbled on chips with queso.

The telenovela playing on the TV over the bar made him feel a little sick to his stomach. Or that might have been the tequila.

[OOC: For one, but open for your Mexican food needs.]

The Gig, Monday

[shiniernyours.livejournal.com]

Bender checked on the horses as soon as he got into work. He knocked loudly against the fence, startling the nearest - a white one, no Bender hadn't remembered their names, into turning to look at him.

Visible again, right.

"And don't you forget it," he said, relieved more than he'd admit to hear words rather than the omnipresent censor's beep of the last few days.

Bender pulled a bottle out and, slouched by the office window, took a swig.

The Gig was open.

[Info: OCD-less and with now uncensored Bender]

Groovy Tunes; Monday [ 10/13 ]

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Now that Chad knew that Teddy wasn't dead, he could actually focus on going to work and doing worklike things.

However, he found himself distracted. Prince Oscar Pedro was acting in very strange ways, stalking behind shelves with the same sort of paranoia that Teddy had been in, which made Chad really curious as to what in the world his cat had gotten himself into during the last weekend.*

Today's Mix: Teddy

Groovy Tunes is open.

* It involved a pair of Siamese twins, a four pack of 9 Lives, and a litter box. It's best if no one knows the truth.