Trooper Station: Wednesday

[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

Now that the drama of Soap Opera Weekend had passed, Dale was looking forward to the simple day of drinking coffee, eating doughnuts, catching up on paperwork and taking normal calls from the simple townspeople of Fandom.

"No, Miss. I'm afraid we can't pass a law to enforce that young man to walk around shirtless. Especially with winter coming up."

Okay, the mostly normal phone calls from the simple townspeople of Fandom.

"... Yes, Miss. I'm sure he is very tasty."

All right, he had coffee and doughnuts.

[open]

Luke's Diner, Wednesday 10/22

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Coming into work today, Johnny went straight to a booth and slumped over, dead tired. He didn't sleep well last night and he was feeling it big time.

The kitchen staff could handle things today and he'd just be there to look sleepily hot. Or whatever.

Today's Special
Chicken Noodle Soup
Saltines
Chocolate Milk

Luke's is open.

Pixie Dust, Wednesday, October 22

[withoutverona]

When Romeo opened the store
A package sat close to the door
He opened it up
Saw it full of frump
And made the choice to look no more.

The box went close to the pit
A fire so soon would be lit
But Romeo feared
Flames close to his ears
So at the store counter he'd sit.


[OOC: Open, and limerickish!]

Flower Delivery, Wednesday, 10/22

[loverlyviolets]

To MHA Apartments, Number Three

( For the Mary who didn't come from Vegas )

( For Abby Irene )

Both from HM Murdock.

Park, Wednesday Morning

[flipped-god-off.livejournal.com]

It was way too fucking early to be awake but he was awake anyway. And he sure as hell wasn't going to spend all this unfortunate wakefulness staring up at the ceiling in his apartment.

He was getting out of that box even if it meant people stopped, waved and chatted with him about today's weather. Whatever, he could always try and piss them off. He had a knack for that and he hadn't met anyone here yet that made it not fun.

So, on the week anniversary of his arrival, he was back in the park, sprawled on one of the benches and staring idly at the sky.

"You're laughing your fucking head off, aren't you?" he asked skyward. "Yeah, laugh it up. You might be the Voice of God but you're still a fucking prick."

Metatron didn't answer. Of course.

"Fuck you," Loki muttered before turning his attention back to the park at large.

[Open, of course! I didn't forget to mention that, shhh]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Wednesday

[intraspective]

Ino, if asked, would say that she’d much rather be reading in bed or something today rather than at work. It was just her mood though, and she knew better than to even think that was a good excuse to call in.

Because, seriously, really wasn’t. As such, Ino was curled up in Cable-san’s chair with a case of the ‘blahs’ and practicing drawing up her mental walls.

Wellspring Arms is Open.

Arms Hotel Lobby, Wednesday

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff was in a thoroughly pleasant mood this morning. He'd met his good friend Steve, and so far, he had heard nothing about his mother returning to the island.

That didn't, however, keep him from quietly gathering objects around the hotel throughout the day, to stash underneath the desk in case there was an acute need of a barricade. Nana did her part by sleeping on said objects, which was only occasionally a burden.

[ ooopen ]

Turtle & Canary, Wednesday 10/22

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber was totally grooving in the make-up aisle today. Headphones on, she was bopping around to rock tunes and tap dancing much to the chagrin of Apu who had better things to do than listen to her insistent click click click click click... Get's annoying, you know?

Like she cared. She was having fun and there was no place better to do it than at work. That's why a very small, miniscule selection of tap shoes were on sale. Okay there were only two pairs but whatever, Amber could totally order more.

ON SALE TODAY!
TAP SHOES!
HALF OFF!
HURRY IN WHILE THE OFFER STANDS!

Today's Squishy Flavors: Candy Corn, Pie, Grape Judas

Turtle & Canary is open!

Cafe Fina - Wednesday, 10/22

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir was in a reasonable enough mood today, considering that he'd spent most of the last two days in his room other than while he was at work. That said, since he hadn't been in the kitchen, he went a little overboard today.
Today's Specials
Grouper with Risotto
Spiced Hangar Steak with Stella Artois Pan Sauce
Plum and Ginger Chicken
Amaretto Almond Streusel Pumpkin Pie
Cranberry Bundt Cake

The Cafe Fina was open (sans OCD).

Covent Garden Flowers, Wednesday

[unddann]

Lola was behind the counter, nodding her head along to a bit of classic German techno as she flipped through her flower book and wondered if Eliza would get mad if she made some wreaths or chains with the stock.

Covent Garden Flowers

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

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

Covent Garden Flowers was open.

Coyote Medicine, Wednesday

[makestheworld]

Coyote didn't so much open the store today as happen to have forgotten to lock it while he took a nap outside with his coyote headdress pulled down over his head.

He'd be sure to wake up for any suckers customers who might stop by, though.

COYOTE MEDICINE!
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
THE MEDICINE MAN IS IN LAZY
~~ Now hiring! ~~

James T. Kirk Causeway and Into the Island; Wednesday Afternoon [10/22 ]

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

Daisy had say at her desk, and wanted to sigh, but she didn't. Sighing, she felt, usually gave people the wrong impression, even if there were no people in her office at that time besides herself. The chief had just left, having told her the jolly good news of her transfer, using his words and certainly not hers. "Lovely place, Detective Constable, lovely!" He was not a man to use the word 'lovely' often; this did not bode well.

"Nice quiet town in the States; you'll love it."

Needless to say, Daisy was doubtful, since she loved very few things that could be considered quiet, especially when it came to her job.

Again, she wanted to sigh, but, instead, she looked around her office. Technically, it was hers until five, so she picked up the phone. She called up her flatmate; she called up her landlord; she called up the airport. Everything had been rather neatly taken care of. "Bless, they were thorough," she remarked to her desk. She wasn't in the habit of talking to inanimate objections, but the London PD had knever been known to her to be thorough, either, so it balanced out.

She sat at her desk and she made some calls, and it was still not five, so she turned to her computer and worked until then, doing what she could, dutifully, before she left. Any signs of suspicious activity went toward someone she hoped would handle it, but knew better.

She did what she could and then there was a plane, which gave her the chance for at least a nap, because picking up and switching spots wasn't something anyone should do without a bit of rest. Especially when there would be considerable jet-lag to combat.

And then she was there, stepping out of a cab and walking beyond a causeway. Smaller island, smaller job, smaller everything.

This time, Daisy did sigh, and that, too, was small.

[[ and there she is; open, naturally ]]

Sushi Station, Wednesday evening

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary got there a little early and picked out spot at the sushi bar, right in the middle of the action. Since this wasn't technically a date, she wanted to avoid anything too cozy. Besides, the fun part was watching the colorful plates sushi going around in circle.

She glanced at her menu and played with her ring as she waited for G'Kar.

[Mary is here for her date, but the restaurant is open for anyone else needing sushi.]

Groovy Tunes, Wednesday

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice was still working on the Hs. Rather, she was lingering there. Hs were perfectly made for lingering. She could show you the highlights, if you liked.

Caritas, Wednesday, 10/22

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

Penelope hurried into work after spending the afternoon still being played out with Tully Mars. She was somewhat winded, somewhat exhausted, but of the good kind.

Her scarf, however, was in place as she settled behind the bar. She accepted her usual beer from Tino, muttered a thanks, and got ready for the evening.

The band was rapping. She had no idea what they were saying but she caught the words 'In the closet' and they just didn't make sense.

Caritas is open!
 

The graveyard, Wednesday night

[iruinenglish.livejournal.com]

See Buffy.

See Buffy patrol.

See Buffy come back with coffee and a "Everyone still dead? Good," when she gets bored.

Patrol, Buffy, patrol.


[It's been a very long day. Open!]

Strokes of Genius, Wednesday

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo wasn't hiding today; she didn't have music blaring, but she wasn't cowering behind a newspaper either. She'd had about enough of that.

Okay, so she kept glancing around twitchily, but not hiding was an improvement, right?

[OOC: I didn't forget, exactly. I just fail at time. Or possibly just having any, today.]

The Gig, Wednesday

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Being dressed to ride probably wasn't necessary, but Edmund thought it best to be prepared. While he and Rosie hadn't settled on exactly what his duties would be, Edmund had been around horses enough to know how to keep himself busy, and the horses happy. That was why he could be found around grooming, cleaning or engaging in some sort of busy work.

[OOC: Info on The Gig is here.]

Stark Industries [Wednesday]

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

Naomi came in on time for her shift. Once she had made sure that everything was set up and had opened, she sat down with a transmission that B'Elanna had sent her that morning, telling her that she would be coming to visit her for Parents Weekend. Naomi was definitely looking forward to seeing her on the weekend.

Stark Industries is open.