Luke's Diner, Wednesday, 10/29

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Johnny was just going to be over there in that booth, totally resting his eyes. He figured Sean was feeling much like he was which wasn't too hot at all.

There were no specials listed.

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Wednesday

[intraspective]

Ino was rather thoughtful today, slumped in Cable-san’s chair with a notebook after opening and tidying the store. Nibbling on the cap of a pen she idly doodled in the margins of her medical notes and contemplated... stuff. Stuff about boys, and about her studies, and about her dad.

So yes. Stuff.

Wellspring Arms is Open.

Stark Industries - Wednesday

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

Naomi was on time for her shift. As she made sure that everything was set up before she opened she couldn't help but wonder if Jack would stop by today considering what happened on the weekend, she actually wouldn't blame him if he stayed away B'Elanna did tend to have that affect on people.

Stark Industries is open.

Pixie Dust, Wednesday, 10/29

[withoutverona]

The unexplained polka music was back.

Some days, Romeo really hated his job.

He was under the counter, poking at the computer that ran the sound system as if he had the first clue what he was doing.

Pixie Dust was open, and the shopboy would be ever grateful if you just made the noise stop.

Sale
Halloween fashions
20% off

[OOC: Open and OCD-free.]

Covent Garden Flowers, Wednesday

[unddann]

Lola was behind the counter, attempting to get the broken off head of a white carnation she'd found on the floor while opening up to stay in her hair.

Not easy to do when the thing had no stem to speak of.

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 had decided that the reason why he wasn't getting as many customers as he wanted was because his sign wasn't sparkly enough.

Which is why his building alone would have rivaled the entire Vegas strip, today.

Not that you could really notice, since, uh, day light. And he'd be closed by sunset.

Coyote didn't always think things through, properly.

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

Coyote Medicine was open.

Strokes of Genius, Wednesday

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Still utterly unaware that anyone had come for her over the weekend, and only vaguely aware that she'd escaped interrogation by Francine's mom, Katchoo set up camp behind the store counter with paper and oil pastels (time for a new experiment in messy) and found some classical radio station to listen to while she worked.

That lasted all of two minutes before she went for the classic rock station instead, and the radio got a little more colorful. The dial did, anyway.

[OOC: OCD-free, open, SP until early evening, etc. I hate the end of the month.]

Trooper Station: Wednesday

[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

Already finished with his morning paperwork, Dale is now looking up new techniques using infrared spectometry to analyse trace evidence on the web.

And while the information is highly technical, he still finds time to consider the various places in the station where he could hide Ray's M&M stash.

Cafe Fina - Wednesday - 10/29

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir had a beastly headache today, and as such the specials board was rather empty. He left the dishes to do with the kitchen staff and headed out to have his headache away from the strong smells there.
Today's Specials
Tea
Zucchini Bread with Homemade Honey Butter
Rice Noodles in a Light Chicken BrothThe Cafe Fina was open.

[and OCDless]

Turtle & Canary, Wednesday, 10/29

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

After taking a bottle of aspirin, or close to it, Amber settled behind the counter with a large coffee, wearing sunglasses.

Last night had been fun, but it was hell waking up this morning.

No specials were listed.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Red, Red, Red

Turtle & Canary is open.

Atlas Gym, Wednesday Afternoon

[tyler_gone]

After a blissful morning watching bad talk shows, Tyler remembered he'd promised a sparring match to ... whatshisface, that guy in the bar. Plans made when he was that drunk usually didn't stick, but he was due for a workout anyhow, so he went to the gym and dutifully stretched out. If his partner didn't show, at least he'd get in some time with the weights.

Pirate Radio [Wednesday afternoon]

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

"Happy Friday, me hearties!" Barbossa crowed into the microphone.

It was possible he was very, very intoxicated, yes. "Today be th' day where ye dress up in yer little outfits 'n come by me station 'n give me candy! Or rum. I be likin' rum."

You know, in case someone had missed that.

"Ye can also call 'n ask fer songs about candy or rum or hatin' Celine Dion or ask me fer advice about yer love lives 'n yer terrible families." He hiccuped. "Th' phone lines be open. Bother me!"

He flipped on "I Want Candy" and cranked it.

Arms Hotel Lobby, Wednesday

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff's mother hadn't found him all weekend.

He was happy. Gleeful. Ecstatic, even. He was grinning all throughout his shift, in a careful, Jeffish kind of way.

He had, however, so far had trouble detaching himself from the mask that, in his opinion, had saved his life. That might've gotten him some stares from Gunther, yes.

[ ooopen. ]

MHA Lobby, Wednesday Late Afternoon

[flipped-god-off.livejournal.com]

After sparring with Tyler in the gym, Loki wandered back to his stupid job in the sort of nice apartments he sort of managed and flopped down behind the desk. He didn't intend on working but he liked being able to see people walk past.

It was easier to flirt with people that way.

[Mostly for one or two specific apartment renters but can be open, if you need it to be. Info post!]

Groovy Tunes, Wednesday

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice had finally moved on from the Hs and had discovered some interesting music in the Js. Angry, sharp-edged, and horribly improper for a young lady such as herself. Which may explain why she was playing it so loudly.

Caritas, Wednesday, 10/29

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

Penelope settled behind the bar, Tino already having fixed her her regular beer, and sipped quietly.

She wasn't much in the mood for conversation. But like any good bartender, she'd listen.

[OOC: Up a little early as I'm headed out to get more medicine. Please mod Tino for speedy service. I have the plaaaaague and feel like crap, so will ultimately be terribly slow. But if you don't mind, then sp is total love.]

The York Gallery; Wednesday [ 10/29 ]

[perfectmissyork.livejournal.com]

Moving Dale into the apartment had lead Charlotte to lay low for a while, with plenty to do and wanting to more immediately reap the benefits of a live-in boyfriend. However, eventually, it would have to be time to get back to work, and back to work Charlotte went, slipping down into the gallery to work at the desk on some posters to go up advertising the start of the next exhibit next week.

And she even managed to keep herself from getting distracted by online shopping.


[[ gallery isn't open, but the post definitely is! Door's not even locked anymore, heh. ]]

The Gig, Wednesday

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

Edmund was feeling much better about himself after the visit from Lucy and Mr. Tumnus. He and Lucy had had one of their chats, and Edmund's mood was remarkably better than it had been.

Aside from the usual cleaning and grooming, Ed found himself trying to have a conversation with Bold despite the language barrier. Bold was thankfully very patient.

[OOC: OCD free and info on The Gig is over here]

Strokes of Genius, Thursday

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Day by day we lose our civility when night by night we play with hostility . . .

Oil pastels had made smoking a royal pain in the ass yesterday (also, tasted kind of gross), so Katchoo was back to pencils and loud Griffin Silver music today -- the latter coming through the open window so she could hear it from her smoking spot on the porch.

Seeding our hearts with constant desire, burning the proof in heavenly fire . . .

Pencils were familiar and comfortable, and also getting used up really fast. Almost as fast as the cigarettes, even. Having two expensive habits was kind of a bitch, but it wasn't stopping her.

[OOC: ZOMG, going up early in a rare fit of "WTF LJ never went down, okay" common sense, though the usual SP disclaimer during the day will be very pronounced due to yet another priority project, WTF. Lyrics attributed to Griffin Silver actually written by Terry Moore.]