The Gig [Tuesday]

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

It was Aravis' first shift at her first job, ever.

To be honest, she was somewhat at a loss as to what to do. She made sure to check in on the horses, taking pains to make sure each was as comfortable as possible.

...and then she tried talking to them. It was less than successful, in that none of them spoke back to her as Bree and Hwin did.

[flying ocd-free; info here.\

Wellspring Arms, Tuesday

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

Temari and her breasts were in the story today. She wasn't so much hiding, per say, as she was very busy cleaning. Something. Away from the front.

Very, very busy, yes.

Though she was still vaguely wondering if The Netherlands really did have the best medics in this world...

Book Haven, Tuesday

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

If it were up to Hinata then she would’ve stayed in her room and deliberately avoided any and all forms of interaction that did not come in the form of some small, fuzzy, and purring kitten.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t able to just avoid her obligations and she consoled herself with the fact that, at least, there were no classes this week and she could hopefully avoid most people.

Yei came with her to the store, she needed the comfort of it today.

Book Haven is Open.

Covent Garden Flowers, Tuesday

[intraspective]

Ino was, if you wanted to be technical, a few minutes late to her shift—but only because she’d gotten sidetracked by making a new ‘e’ for the sign and forgot to switch the store to open. So, really, she’d been there perfectly on time, just… well. Either way, she hung her ‘e’ up (it was made of floral wire and yellow ribbon) and settled in for a day of playing working with plants. And humming.

And doing a wee bit of fretting about tonight.

Covent Garden Flowers

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

~~~~Now Hiring for Friday position~~~~

Covent Garden Flowers is Open.

Town Hall, Tuesday

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

After working off any... issues... the previous day, Cable was back to his usual self. Nothing really vital had happened that weekend, after all. Well. He sat down to review Saturday's security footage to make sure nothing had happened.

A couple of minutes later, he was picking up the phone and calling in a cleaning crew (and kind of wishing Robin was here so he could've made her deal with it). Then he took a seat in the lobby.

It wasn't that there was anything wrong with sitting at his desk. It was just that he didn't want to get in the way of any cleaning crews.

It was only a minor annoyance.

[ open! ]

The York Gallery; Tuesday [ 10/14. ]

[perfectmissyork.livejournal.com]

With plenty of coffee on hand, Charlotte went down to the gallery to get some work done on her computer, most importantly two emails to two different groups:

( Email to York Gallery Employees )

( Email to all Artists Participating in the Showcase )

Yes, she made sure to include the part about knocking on the door; she was keeping them locked during off-hours, because she had had enough of people just coming right in and it leading to very bad things lately, thank you very much!


[[ gallery is closed (with locked doors!), but the post is very much open for knockers No, not you, Temari. Artists, feel free to completely hand-wave your pick-up, too, if you prefer. I'll be posting pick-up posts all this week and some of next ]]

The Boards - Tuesday, 10/14 - Rehearsal

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

The door was open, a few tables had been scrounged up from somewhere for the bake sale, and a note was left on a chair near the stage, but Geoffrey was nowhere to be found.

...someone was hiding from his lead actress.

[ocd coming up!]

Coyote Medicine, 10/14/08

[makestheworld]

Running a business was kind of boring, but Coyote did like the part where he could sit around and smoke as much as he wanted to. Especially if he didn't get any customers.

He was shirtless, this time, just wearing the buckskin pants and the coyote skin headdress. He let his cigarette dangle from his lips and held a small drum between his knees, tapping out a simple rhythm on it and blowing smoke figure-eights.

The sign was still up and flashing:

COYOTE MEDICINE!
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
THE MEDICINE MAN IS IN
also hiring

[ooc: open]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary was busy looking through catalogs and picking out furniture for her new home office. It was the perfect solution for that empty space in her suite. She'd already spent all day yesterday re-painting it to cover up any evidence that it had once been a nursery. Hopefully she would be able to find everything she needed by catalog because she was never setting foot in Turtle & Canary again after this weekend.

Her AA sponsor was never going to believe this story at the next meeting.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Beer Can Chicken

Cafe Fina, Tuesday [10/14/2008]

[lordofthecats.livejournal.com]

The cheese grater was probably puzzled over how Lion-o insisted on being really, really helpful in the kitchen. The pepper shaker figured it had something to do this with weekend, but didn't ask.

Today's Specials
Ham, Mushroom and Fontina Frittata
Shrimp, Watermelon and Goat Cheese Salad

The Perk: Tuesday Afternoon

[cautiousfellow.livejournal.com]

As the school was off for the week, Indy decided to skip the office in lieu of reading a good book and having a cup of coffee at the local coffee house.

However even that seemed to be a bit of a chore.

"No. I don't want whipped cream. Or nutmeg," he explained to the barista behind the counter. "I also don't want caramel, pumpkin spice, or vanilla flavoring. Just plain coffee. Black."

He got a dirty look but he also got the cup of coffee he wanted.

"The things you do just to get a normal cup of coffee around here," he muttered to himself as he took a seat by the window and started to get absorbed in his book.

[open!]

Photo Hut, Tuesday

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack was behind the counter, searching through the photos to make sure that none of the developed photos have him in them from this weekend.

He was still shaken. Him? Jack Burton? A father?

[Pester the mullet!]

Caritas - Tuesday Evening [Open]

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

Marshall still hadn't managed to scrub off the fake goatee his non-existent twin brother drew on him. Tino had definitely taken notice and started to snicker every time he looked at Marshall's face. Marshall retaliated by throwing peanuts at him.

[Getting this up before I can forget omg. I am around, huzzah!]