Stark Industries, Monday

[endsthegame]

Ender was forcing himself not to think of the situation by now. Instead, he was focusing on the holo display more pointedly now, actively trying to use it to design something rather than just experimenting.

He had to figure out the technology before he could really do anything with it.

[ ooopen. ]

Town Hall, Monday

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Cable had been going through reports for the better part of a week: old reports, from before his appointment to the office. By now, he was a little tired of them and, if he was completely honest, a little bored.

It had been two weeks or so since his last spar.

That kind of thing kept the doubting thoughts far and away from him.

[ open! ]

Luke's Diner, November 10 (Monday)

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Beside the counter upon which the freshly baked cake sat there was a human, pacing and looking very intent indeed, and brandishing Implements of Certain Doom: an icing spatula in one hand, and a tube filled with gooey royal blue icing in the other. Other such Implements of Certain Doom lay on the counter as well, far too close to the cake pan for comfort: triangular icing combs, different decorating tips, and tiny figurines. Oh, and knives. As if for . . . carving.

The bright white glow of the compact fluorescent lightbulbs in the diner's ceiling (the human was trying to be green) reflected off the more metallic IoCDs in just that sort of way that called for an ominous musical sting. There should have been one.

. . . not that the cake could tell, what with lacking ears and all.

And then -- and then! The human FELL UPON THE CAKE with its Implements of Certain Doom!

Again, the cake lacked emotion, and thus was not actually terrified by this, even though perhaps it should have been.

It also had no sense of time, so it had no way of knowing exactly how much time it took for Certain Doom to unfold. A shame, really; it really looked very pretty afterward, but again, no eyes.

Today's Special
Great Lakes Dessert Cakes
Get a sweet little geography lesson with your meal!

Luke's is open. And really not gory at all, promise.

[OOC: . . . I have no idea. I really don't. I blame the head cold.]

The Android's Dungeon, Monday

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy was now reading an indie comic book he'd never heard of before. It was about an underwater city and something about magical crystals adn was starting to get hooked.

This was officially the best job ever.

Wellspring: Monday

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

The store was set up in its usual organized manner and now Worf was now behing the counter going over the configuration of his shuttle once more and seeing if there were any improvements to be made with the weapons systems.

Coyote Medicine, Monday

[makestheworld]

Coyote had had a lovely weekend, thanks for asking!

He might have spent a fair chunk of it in dog form chasing tail in a mainland dog park. It's probably best not to ask him.

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

Turtle and Canary, Monday (11/10)

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Bob the Squishybot rolled her eyes when Sokka came in the door in the morning. Sure, he was on TIME, even EARLY, for once, but he was also whistling a happy tune. He was fresh from spending an entire weekend in Narnia with Mel, and was feeling like nothing in the world could spoil his good mood.

Bob didn't LIKE Sokka. She especially didn't like it when he was happy. Which is why, when he came over to get his first Squishy of the day, she "accidentally" leaked a little onto the floor under his feet.

The sound of the crash when he skidded across the floor into a shelf of canned goods was quite satisfactory.

Boo-yah.


Today's Squishy flavors: Victory, Oops, Grape Judas

The Magic Box, Monday

[stylin-wizard.livejournal.com]

Alex opened up the Magic Box on time, feeling a lot better this time around. No more coughing and she'd managed to get a good night's rest too! Oh, the wonders of modern medicine.

Having skipped breakfast because she hadn't been hungry at the time, Alex was suddenly famished. Smiling to herself, Alex pulled out her wand. "Commakus Pancakus," she recited and a stack of pancakes appeared in front of her. "Awesome."

Sometimes she loved being a wizard.

The Magic Box was open.

Caritas - Monday Evening

[konoha-flash.livejournal.com]

Arashi was behind the counter with Tino making sure that everything was clean and stocked, etc. It had become a usual happening after the weekend, even the zombies seemed to help out by not leaving their body parts around as much.

...kinda.

Still the bar was open and they were ready to service! Not Dirty

Chilly Boulder, Friday evening

[solo_sword]

Somewhere along the line Jaina had learned that bad times called for ice cream. Therefore that was where she decided both she and Ben needed to be after today's class. Enough ice cream counted as dinner, after all, and besides, she was going back to military food tomorrow, might as well go in on a good note.

She picked a seat, deciding to wait to order till Ben got here, and waited about as patiently as she ever knew how.


[For the cousin, but open for all your ice creamy needs. Who cares if it's fall.]

The Gig, Monday

[shiniernyours.livejournal.com]

The metal junk slumped against the smithy wall could have easily been mistaken for a Bender. Half of it was a stack of iron (76% proof) railings that he had just 'found'.

The rest of it was reading - So you've travelled back in time and left your team of atomic monsters behind - and crossing out the mistakes. There was obviously a market here, perhaps Bender could make some easy money in the publishing game.

[The Gig's info's here]

The Arms Hotel - Monday

[pyroliz.livejournal.com]

Liz arrived on time for her shift. Once she had arrived she carefully made sure that everything was in place before she opened and once she had done that she put the specials out.

Welcome to the Arm's Hotel
Today's Special BBQ Chicken Breast with Zucchini Sauce