Luke's Diner, Wednesday, 11/5

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Johnny was in the kitchen, firing up the burgers that were on special today. He really hoped people liked theirs crispy. It's just the way it was. The kitchen staff didn't seem to mind since they didn't have to cook.

Today's Special
Cheeseburgers
Fries
Root Beer Floats

Lukes is open.

MHA Lobby, Wednesday

[flipped-god-off.livejournal.com]

Loki was behind the desk today, feet kicked up and arms behind his head in the perfect vision of someone who was utterly relaxed. And, while Loki was relaxed, he was also really fucking bored. This town was fucking small and things got old quick. At least if Bartleby had been around, he'd have someone to fucking talk to or punch in the face if he got too restless.

But, Bartleby wasn't around and Loki was so goddamn bored that he was considering getting a stupid pet. Him, a pet. What the fuck was the world coming to?

"I hate my life," he muttered to no one and sighed. At least he could relax while hating his life.

[Open for renting, open for chatting! Info post!]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Wednesday

[intraspective]

Liir was still a kitten today and so, of course, that meant Ino absolutely had to bring him to work with her again.

“I should teach you to meditate,” she mused, setting him down on the floor. He blinked up at her with big green eyes.

Then she remembered what had happened the last time she’d tried that when he wasn’t even a kitten. “Or not,” Ino said decisively. Last thing she needed was Liir’s spirit separated from his body while he wasn’t even his usual self. Oh well.

“Whatever,” she said, laughing. “I’m going to meditate, at least.” And settled in to do just that.

Wellspring Arms is Open.

Pixie Dust, Wednesday, 11/5

[withoutverona]

Romeo flipped through a few college brochures at the counter of Pixie Dust. He was still fairly certain he wasn't going, but they kept coming in the mail and it gave him something to do.

Eventually, he was looking for attractive students more than he was reading the actual words. It was as valid a means of picking a school as any.

Pixie Dust was open.

[OOC: OCD-free today.]

Turtle & Canary, Wednesday, 11/5

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Amber was in a relatively decent mood, considering. Yes, she might have cried herself to sleep again last night, but she still had hope that being friends with Cal was possible. After all, they had been the best of them, hadn't they? And he was right, and she was right, and being friends is sometimes better than anything else. It works. She loved him and that just wouldn't go away because they cut that line that made them a couple. She was his friend and would stay that way. If he wanted...

Anyway, she was behind the counter, going over an inventory list of cookies. Mostly because she was just trying to keep her mind busy, but then more cookies was always a good idea in her opinion.

On Sale Today!
Fruit Roll-Ups
Plush Turkey's
Cranberry Sauce

Today's Squishy Flavors: Red, Gravy, Frost

Turtle & Canary is open!

Trooper Station: Wednesday

[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

Today Dale was treating himself. There was a large cherry pie on his desk and he had already eaten two slices and was about to start on a third.

Add to that one cup of coffee... and Dale was in heaven.

[open]

Covent Garden Flowers, Wednesday

[unddann]

Lola was back behind the counter, today messing with a bunch of red, white, and blue carnations.

And wondering if she could get some yellow and black ones to do a mini-arrangement with, somewhere.

Covent Garden Flowers

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

Covent Garden Flowers was open.

Coyote Medicine, Wednesday

[makestheworld]

All that herb smoking yesterday had left Coyote with a lovely hacking cough, so he'd spent most of the night in the sweatlodge to re-purify himself.

So, now he was dehydrated and had a slight cough.

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

The York Gallery; Wednesday, 8pm [ 11/05 ] -- Exhibit Opening!

[perfectmissyork.livejournal.com]

Charlotte always felt a great rush of excitement and relief when a new exhibit opened. Not only did she love putting on the event, but having an installation just kept things nice and steady; the breaks in between, while necessary for her sanity, just threw off her rhythm.

The new exhibit, with the atmospheric and ethereal photographs of Francis A. Willey were hanging from the walls, ready to be observed and discussed. Charlotte, being a dork, had also set up a bit of a black and white theme throughout the entire gallery, to emphasize the effect, and she hoped to draw in a considerable crowd, although she didn't expect the levels she had reached with the showcase exhibit.

The York Gallery is open!

Pizza Planet [Wednesday, early evening]

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

"And that's why the squirrels are all a bunch of raging alcoholics," Biff told Daisy as he held the door open for her.

"And this is the pizza place," he said, making a little "ta-da" gesture with his hands.

[OOC: Biff is here for his date. Pizza Planet is open for all your pizza-y needs.]

Arms Hotel Lobby, Wednesday

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Today, Jeff decided, was a very confusing day.

First, he'd gotten blindsided by a random cloud of balloons. Then, he'd wandered into the wrong part of the kitchen. Finally, Nana had trotted up, sneezed, and shoved him into a cupboard.

Jeff was still in the cupboard. He couldn't find the handle.

He'd just hope Turtle would be used to the risk cupboards and closets posed to him, and would find him before the end of the day.

[ open, but probably better to mod your hotel-ly needs unless you want super-SP! ]

Groovy Tunes, Wednesday

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice was in an adventurous mood at Groovy Tunes. Feeling strangely uplifted and cheery. She was pulling CDs out at random, trying to find songs to fit her mood.

Some of this funk music was going to require further investigation.

The Lighthouse, All day Wednesday

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

The sounds of hammering, sawing, a yowling cat and some kind of power tool emanating from the keeper's dwelling today.

Tully was hard at work. He would love some company, or help.

In fact his help wanted sign was still up.

HELP WANTED
SKILLED AND UNSKILLED LABOR NEEDED
FAIR WAGES AND FOOD
INQUIRE WITHIN.

[Open like an open thing that is open-like.]

Caritas, Wednesday, 11/5

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

Penelope was at work sans scarf. What Master Skywalker said to her yesterday in class touched her and that bit of wisdom kept her insecurities at bay. At least for now.

And it was just easier to drink beer without a straw. Mmm, beer.

Strokes of Genius, Wednesday

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo was old enough to vote, yes, but on account of not wanting Darcy to be able to track her she hadn't bothered to register.

Though, looking over the newspapers today in between sketches behind the cash register, she wished she'd been registered in this dimension and had voted. 'cause wow.

[OOC: You know that "oh hai, have another project" thing? It can stop any time now, really. Thus the lateness.]

The Gig, Wednesday

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

If it seemed like Ed was deep in thought (and the frown might have given that away), that was because he was. There was a sense of impending doom lodged in the pit of his stomach and no amount of tack cleaning was making it go away. Nonetheless, it made him try all the more harder to fix his problems by ignoring them and working. By the afternoon, the horses had had enough. Well, except for Duke, who didn't mind in the least. All it took to get him out of his funk, at least for the moment, was a certain look from Bold and a nudge from Smudge that landed him in the dirt.

Ed decided, as he picked himself up, that crossness could wait until he wasn't in the presence of the horses.