Turtle & Canary [14.10]

[firebringerborn.livejournal.com]

Jan was moping around the store while Apu rolled his eyes at him.

He hadn't even been sure he should come in after Sunday, but it was his job until someone told him otherwise, so here he was.

On time. Absolutely, indisputably, and unquestionably on time. Really.

Today's squishy flavours: Blue, Red, Duckpond

Luke's Diner, Wednesday, 10/15

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Johnny flew into work. He'd had this awful nightmare in which he wasn't a superhero; no powers, no flying, and he was barely four feet tall. Scared the crap out of him. So, yeah, he flew to work and decided to stay flamed up. Reassurance and all that.

Today's Special
Grilled Cheese & Tomato Sandwich
Onion Rings
Cherry Coke

Luke's is open.

Turtle & Canary, Wednesday, 10/15

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber hated colds. She woke up yesterday morning feeling like crap and that crapness only progressed throughout her day. Doping herself up didn't seem to be working, neither was hot tea. Stupid colds, stupid body aches. She'd missed rehearsal and that sucked.

She dragged herself to work if for no other reason than to buy more cold medicine, something new, something that will hopefully work. Apu took one look at her and decided to work in the back. 'Course he would come out to help anyone, especially if Amber suddenly killed over.

On Sale Today
Free Tootsie Roll Pop with the Purchase of Any Cold & Flu Medicine

Today's Squishy Flavors: Lemon Drops, Grape Judas, Pink Bubble Gum

Turtle & Canary is open!

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Wednesday

[intraspective]

Ino... was wearing sunglasses today. Yes, while inside. She was a bit hungover (though she’d claim it was just a headache!) and utterly hated the fact that whenever something was up with her head, her eyes went all stupidly sensitive.

So, she was curled up in Cable-san’s chair, drinking a good bit of water, and contemplating more pain killers. This was all Reno’s fault, Ino decided petulantly. Him and his taunting her about sticking with girly drinks when he was paying. So, of course, that had meant she couldn’t stick with girly drinks.

...one day, maybe, she’d stop being so easy to talk around into things just because people phrased it as a challenge. One day. But hey, at least the headache meant she couldn't brood about Cal.

Wellspring Arms is Open.

Trooper Station: Wednesday

[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

Dale was more chipper than usual this morning, which is surprising considering how many phone calls they getting from the various NPC townfolk regarding the previous weekend.

"No ma'am, I'm pretty sure that if you didn't have an evil twin before the weekend you're not going to have one now. Just one of those strange events here on the island... No I doubt your husband is still an oil baron... Were you sleeping with your neighbor before this weekend? ... Well then you are still having an affair and quite frankly you should be ashamed of yourself. Ma'am?"

Dale chuckled and hung up the phone only to have it ring two seconds later.

"Fandom Police Station, Special Agent Cooper. Yes? No, sir, I'm afraid we don't know who the young woman with the spectacular breasts was. Missing person report? I'm afraid we'll need to have more than just the name 'Boob girl'. I'm sorry sir."

It was most likely going to be a long day.

The Magic Box, Wednesday

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Even though he usually missed the nearly perfect weather back in Sunnydale, Andrew had to admit that Fall was rapidly becoming his favorite season. He propped open the front door to the shop and set about doing a bit of cleaning, softly singing various show tunes as he went.

Open!

Park, Wednesday Morning

[flipped-god-off.livejournal.com]

Well, it wasn't Wisconsin, that was for goddamn sure. Of course, that didn't make...whatever the hell this place was any better. It just wasn't Wisconsin. He'd take that for now.

He'd been walking for awhile, given instructions on where to go and when to be there and told not to deviate from that path or face the consequences. And Loki had been sure Metatron had been smirking when he'd doled out those instructions. Smirking bastard.

So, he was here. On some stupid island called Fandom, he was supposed to work. The only work he'd known for years was killing those who deserved it. And now he couldn't even do that.

He really missed his flaming sword. Goddamn Bartleby. All his fault. That didn't mean Loki didn't miss him, of course. He was just blaming him. He could do that. He was allowed.

Deciding to take his time (look, he'd made it there, he'd get to the new job in due time), Loki took a seat on one of the benches and looked around. It was quiet, almost whimsy. Loki half expected a bird to land on his shoulder and start chirping. It wouldn't be his fault if the bird ended up dead if that happened. Just giving that warning now.

A park on an island. Him working. It could be worse.

"Fuck," he muttered.

No, it couldn't.

[And arrival! Feel free to come bug him but just be warned that he's surly and outspoken and he won't be afraid to take it out on anyone. Him =/ Me. And it always said Wednesday!

ETA: Details of Joan's conversation with Loki are NFB please!]

Strokes of Genius, Wednesday

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo had not particularly enjoyed jumping ahead 45 issues or so the weekend, but three straight days of hiding in her room (yes, she'd smashed another alarm clock) made her at least partially inclined to think that maybe in all the insanity, nobody would clue into the fact that what happened to her could, well . . . actually happen someday. Probably would, at that.

That might have been a factor in the latest batch of broken clock pieces.

She was at work today, but lurking at the back of the store, trying to stay out of view and keep an eye on the door. Just in case.

What a pain in the ass.

[OOC: Busybusybusy like WHOA today, and will likely be quite slow until I get home, so you might wanna mod your shopping.]

Pixie Dust, Wednesday, 10/15

[withoutverona]

Work offered some further normalcy as the oddness of the weekend continued to fade, and Romeo was grateful to have it.

Not, of course, that that meant he did much actual work. He sorted out the mail, unpacked some boots and did a desultory culling of the sales racks, looking for things Tink might want to burn, before settled behind the counter with his muffin and Amelia. He might even have a chance to finish his reading for Lit class this week.

Pixie Dust was open.

The York Gallery; Wednesday [ 10/15 ]

[perfectmissyork.livejournal.com]

If Charlotte looked busy on important work at the desk, she wasn't. She was fairly good at pretending, though, completely absorbed in another project that involved a lot of sketching, erasing and thinking. It really almost did look like she had something important on hand and, if you asked her, she would insist that it was.

After all, figuring out exactly how to divvy up her closet space now that Dale was going to be moving in was pretty important.

It was getting to the point where she brought out her calculator to estimate how much trouble it would be to just get another closet put in.


[[ the gallery isn't open, but the post is, especially for artists to pick up their works! And she's still keeping the doors locked for safety reasons, so you'll either have to knock or make a lot of jumping around hand wavey motions in the windows. ]]

Cafe Fina - Wednesday - 10/15

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He'd spent most of yesterday in his room (during everyone's rehearsal) and with his father (after it), going over details but mostly just spending time together. There'd been mention of a bit of cooking instruction but it hadn't happened; really, Liir had spent the time telling Fiyero about some of the things that'd happened at school and the things he'd learned and how his progress was.

All in all, there'd been more productive days but not many better ones.

That was why he was more relaxed than chipper, more content than necessarily prone to smiles, and cooking up things that were a little more like home than here. Home. He could call Oz home today without feeling odd.
Today's Specials
Spiced Chicken Soup with Vegetables
Lamb and Minted Jelly
Candied Pearlfruit with Sticky Rice
Summer Ice
The Cafe Fina was open.

[Fiyero lightly godded with permission]

Covent Garden Flowers, Wednesday

[unddann]

Lola was flipping through a book on flower arranging. Reading it was going a little bit slowly, since she'd only been able to find one in English, and her reading comprehension wasn't as good as it could probably be, but she was trying.

And that was what was important, right?

Covent Garden Flowers

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

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

[ooc: open!]

Coyote Medicine, 10/15/08

[makestheworld]

Coyote had discovered the radio broadcast. He was now standing in the doorway to the sweat lodge and peering in.

"It doesn't look unsanitary to me," he said. He looked down at the cockroach by his feet. "Do you think it's unsanitary?"

It didn't.

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

[ooc: open]

Arms Hotel Lobby, Wednesday

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff was not entirely his usual anxious self today. He was, in fact, reaching a few new levels of anxiety he hadn't previously categorized yet, and it was making him nervous.

Nervous anxiety. It wasn't good.

The cause of this were a letter and some plane tickets he'd gotten from his mum. Cardiff. She wanted him to go to Cardiff. Oh god, there was absolutely no way his life could get any worse than it was at this very moment.

Nana did her part and drooled on his shoes for most of the day.

[ ooopen. ]

Atlas Gym, Wednesday Evening

[suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com]

There was a large signboard in front of Atlas Gym proclaiming the evening's event:

Swim Suit Up and Grab a Noodle!
Wednesdays at the Dive-In
Tonight's Feature - Mandibles


Students, townies, and teachers alike could cuddle up on a raft or a noodle in the heated, Olympic-sized pool or the bubbly jacuzzi and watch an enormous fake shark gnaw people to bits.

Barney fully expected at least five of the boys to try to freak out the girls or the new lifeguard. She was hired to look pretty, not to save your lives.

The Perk, Early Wednesday Afternoon

[likethegun]

Amazingly enough, Sam was actually finding himself kind of looking forward to cheerleading practice as he went out for coffee. Sure, there were other things he could have been doing with his time - very enjoyable things as he learned yesterday - but with no classes for the rest of the week, he figured he and Peter would have plenty of time later.

[Expecting at least one, but open as well!]

Groovy Tunes, Wednesday

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice was musing to herself as she flipped through the Hs. Strangely, she found herself missing her locket from this past weekend. Which was particularly odd, as the portraits inside had not been her real mother or father at all.

Groovy Tunes was open.

Caritas, Wednesday, 10/15

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

Penelope was hardly the epitome of dashing bravery, but she did decide to leave her scarf in her room in favor of daring the adventure of going without. After all, so far only one person said anything to her about her nose in a somewhat unkind manner. And that was said this last weekend when apparently people were just not themselves, including her.

There was a certain calmness about her this evening and while the band played something or other about the Discovery Channel (in which Penelope ignored their rather seemingly rude body gestures, ew), she was creating a lovely little origami flower with a bar napkin, occassionaly sipping her beer that Tino had poured her.

From the Docks to the Lighthouse, Wednesday

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

The Lucretia docked in the morning, and it took most of the time before noon to unload Tully, Twain, and his boat. Tully was the easy part of course. Years on the run had gotten him in the habit of packing light.

With a wistful sigh, Tully patted the hull of the Lucretia before it pulled back out into the bay. Then he turned towards the island.

He'd seen the castle from the deck, but at the time the chores of pulling into port had his full attention. Now he could fully boggle.

"A castle. Cleopatra sent us to an island with a castle."

Twain snorted. He didn't care if there was a castle, he was not going to be doing any jousting.

Tully shook his head and lead Twain off the docks to the street. "She's got a weird sense of humor all right, but I'm already a cowboy and a sailor and a lighthouse keeper. I'll be damned if I'm gonna be some kinda knight."

[It's open!]

The Gig, Wednesday [15.10]

[waytoomanynames.livejournal.com]

After a busy morning Rosie had taken a short break to eat. And feed the sparrows, who showed no sign of leaving. She'd spent her break alternately giggling like crazy or staring in fascinated horror. (They'd filled her in on some of the weekend's activities. She was even more grateful she'd stayed safely in The Gig for the duration.)

Now, she was grooming the horses. It was interesting, being responsible for them on a daily basis. The closest she'd come before Fandom was sitting with a foundering mare for several days, and this was much different.

The contented mutter of a happy horse was soothing, and Rosie was humming under her breath while she worked.

[ooc: Yup, open, of course. I sleep now, though, cause I just walked home through a storm after a twelve hour day, and that requires boozey hot chocolate and sleeeeep.]

Stark Industries [Wednesday]

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

Naomi arrived on time her shift, making sure that everything was set up before she opened. At least focusing on work gave her more time to think about other things that were not related to the weekend. She down with some engineering texts and began to read them while she waited for anyone who might need her help.

Stark Industries is open.

The Gig: Thursday [10-16-08]

[elephantgadget.livejournal.com]

Helen was enjoying her work at the Gig. She loved the horses and they seemed to like her as well. Which was why that was where she could most readily be found.


[Info on the Gig is here. No OCD today. My availability will be rather sporadic to non-existent due to manadatory state testing for my students, meetings till late and opening night of my play.]

Groovy Tunes: Thursday [10-16-08]

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

Peyton had much happier music on today. She did still feel like she had to find Lucas at some point and apologize for how bitchy she'd been to him over the weekend.


[No OCD today. My availability will be rather sporadic to non-existent due to manadatory state testing for my students, meetings till late and opening night of my play.]