Town Hall, Monday

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Apparently, not even taking Wade into the office was going to keep the dingo from bringing him dead birds whenever he was lost from sight for as little as a minute. Cable's trashcan in the office was starting to get a little full, and the expectant glances he got were...

Weird.

"I'm not getting you any bacon while I'm here," he said, "Um."

[ open! ]

Atlas Gym, Monday Morning

[atreideslioness]

Ghanima had felt oddly twitchy this morning, and found herself down at Atlas to try and work it out of her system before she started climbing the walls of her suite in sheer frustration. It had felt like someone was looking over her shoulder all night, and it was at the point she needed to get out or go insane.

( She was well into her second-round on the punching bags when the vision struck. )

She gritted her teeth and pushed to her feet, quick steps carrying her over to the sparring mats on the far end of the room. Space. She needed space.

I will not fear.

Her crysknife was out of the sheath before she'd realized it, and Ghanima settled into the opening stance of the bindu.

Fear is the mindkiller. Ghanima let the focusing power of the Litany infuse her as she lost herself in the movements. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. Harder. Faster. I will face my fear, I will let it pass through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. She pushed herself farther, forcing her muscles to work at the top speed she could force without dropping into the Weirding Way.

Where the fear has gone there will be nothing - Her knife flashed, and the ghosts of memory spilled their water upon the sand in sacrifice.

Only I will remain.

"Shai-hulud curse you for a coward, father," she sighed, pushing hair from her eyes before resuming her battle stance. Again. "And me as well, for caring."



[OOC: Open after Ghani's IAWL vision for interactions.]

Luke's Diner, December 22 (Monday)

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Lacey had a bit of a hangover and a vague memory of wandering into Caritas at some point the night before, but as she tended to do, she was repressing that memory. She was good at that.

Today she was trying her hand at making a cake again, but this time without the rum -- or any other kind of liquor for that matter -- and decorating it with the gold chocolate coins that had fallen from the sky.

Lacey kind of loved it when inspiration struck; she just wished that this time it hadn't struck so literally. Ow.

Today's Special
Spaghetti and Meatballs
Macaroodles

Luke's is open, and Lacey still doesn't remember what comes before or after the "FIIIIIIIIIVE GOOOOOOOOLD RIIIIIIIIIIIIINGS."

Wellspring: Monday

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

While Worf had Wellspring open and ready to go he was avoiding all interaction with customers.

Well, more than usual.

This might have something to do with a large gorch on the side of his nose. Which is the equivalent of a human pimple... just uglier and meaner.

[OOC: AFK for most of the day. Please mod meditation room. Shooting range open only to those on the list.]

Coyote Medicine, Monday

[makestheworld]

Coyote Medicine was being run by a polar bear, today.

What? It was cold out. And Coyote liked the way this particular form totally didn't care.

Coyote Medicine
Tribal artifacts and Medicine Man services
The Medicine Man is IN (we swear)
~~ hiring ~~

Freelance Police HQ [Monday]

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela had had a long weekend. Hilshire's unhelpful letter had said he would be in contact again "soon", and she'd restlessly be waiting for "soon" to come.

It hadn't yet.

Work was a welcome distraction from all that so she'd actually shown up a little early. The tension in her shoulders relaxed ever so slightly as she went about her morning routine. It was good to have something to do.

Android's Dungeon, Monday, 12/22

[saveyoulater.livejournal.com]

It took until well into the afternoon, but Sarah finally remembered she'd promised to cover for Teddy today and, with Christmas so close, she didn't want to leave the store closed and lose any chance of sales. She sheepishly opened the shop and took her place behind the counter, idly playing with the fistful of gold coins that she'd caught on her way over.

[OOC; Open and OCD-free, yep!]

(no subject)

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

Despite the cold, work at the keeper's house was proceeding nicely. The major repairs had been completed, and the dry wall was up. The windows and doors were fixed, so once the central heating and cooling were installed Tully could get rid of the space heaters.

Right now it was at the most boring part really. Mudding and sanding.

He'd gotten a few books on cd, and listened to them as he worked.

The Help Wanted sign still hung at the end of the drive, but with the holidays here he wasn't really expecting anyone to take him up on it.

He expected that he'd be ready to start on the Lighhouse itself by the spring.

[Open as can be, but my computer's being weird today so SP is the order of the day.]

Turtle and Canary, Monday

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

So, today it was raining chocolate coins. Guess what was on sale at Turtle and Canary?

Sokka was starting to worry that he was getting too predictable.

SALE: Chocolate coins
4 for $0.25


Today's Squishy flavors: Gefilte Fish, Latke, Grape Judas

Stark Industries, Monday

[endsthegame]

This was the third night in a row that he'd slept badly. It was the dreams, of course, but while usually Ender was resigned to them and simply took his sleep when he became too exhausted to keep going, the last batch had been more vivid than usual.

So it was with circles under his eyes and a mind more sluggish than usual that he took his usual perch behind the holoprojector at Stark's. He knew he was late, but he doubted that Stark would even notice.

He discovered, after about an hour of frustration, that he simply wasn't working as smoothly as he usually did, and he actually caught himself wondering if maybe it'd be better to do something else for the day.

[ open! ]

The Magic Box, Monday

[stylin-wizard.livejournal.com]

Alex was excited as she opened up the Magic Box on time. She was heading home tomorrow and had managed to get all her Christmas shopping done in the nick of time. That was probably the source of the excitement.

She was humming Christmas carols as she re-organized some shelves in the back.

The Magic Box's open!

The Gig, Monday

[shiniernyours.livejournal.com]

Coins falling from the sky didn't interest Bender. Not after the first few had turned out to be chocolate. Instead, he'd found a post to lean on out back watching the horses. Also, an umbrella.

"Hey, aren't those poisonous to you walking glue factories?" Not that Bender was trying to stop any them.

Smudge snorted her disdain to Bender and kicked the chocolate coins away. She wasn't going to eat it.

"Eh, what do I care," Bender shrugged; he was busy being lazy over here.

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