Android's Dungeon: Friday

[talks2objects.livejournal.com]

Today was busier than most as the comics that usually arrived on Wednesday showed up on Friday due to the holiday. So Dor spent most of his morning sorting the comic books and rotating the stock as he listened to the comics argue over whether "Dan" or "Joe" was a bigger tool.

Dor of course had never heard of a tool called "Dan" or "Joe" and considered suggesting that they just measure the tools but arguing with the inanimate usually never ended well.

The Causeway, Friday Morning

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"I can do this. I am in control of my destiny. I am a capable and intelligent human being. I will help defeat the powers of darkness. I am doing the right thing..."

Andrew stood at the end of the causeway, reciting the same list of mantras over and over, desperately trying to convince himself that he wasn't making the biggest mistake of his life. He had phoned his aunt in Sunnydale this morning to let her know he was coming home. Her response had been to deny knowledge of his existence and then she hung up the phone.

His phone call to Jonathan had gone much better. His only friend back home was more than happy that he was coming back, and Andrew was relieved to have a place to stay. Jonathan was apparently out on his own now, sharing an apartment with some guy named Warren -- sounded like the perfect bachelor pad.

"I am doing the right thing," he said again with a glance at his watch. The taxi should be there soon.

[ooc: If your character would care to say goodbye to Andrew, please assume they know he's here and leaving! This is his last post in FH. Goodbye OOC post here...]

Strokes of Genius, Friday

[blinkandsneeze.livejournal.com]

Viki was in a thoughtful mood as she wandered into work a wee bit late, opened the store absent-mindedly, then sat down with her sketchbook. If dreams meant things, then Viki would have to admit that she had utterly no clue what on earth the dream from last night had meant.

Really, now. What could aromatherapy candles fighting evil mean? She sighed, and continued mulling over it. It would be easier, she contemplated, if the evil in her dream had been a smell, or something, rather than a vague outline of a person with flashing eyes.

Strokes of Genius is Open!

Pizza Planet, Friday

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

The problem with growing up in a 31st century world with no junk food and draconian liquor laws, at least within 48 hours of spending your first New Year's Eve in the 21st century not as an on-duty cop or Power Ranger was that it really screwed with your alcohol tolerance.

Two days later Jen still had one hell of a hangover, so the kitchen staff got a very stern whispered lecture about making noise today and the dire consequences thereof. After that, Jen went off to sit behind the counter and sulk consider the unfairness of how she could singlehandedly hold her own against a cyborg (sure, there had been a lot of painkillers after that but she'd at least walked out of it, albeit with help) but six . . . nine . . . never mind how many glasses of champagne could kick her ass.

Yay for funky futuristic gadgetry that doubled as sunglasses, though. This was the most useful the optical scanners had been in forever.

[OOC: *scoffs at OCD*]

Coyote Medicine, Friday

[allyofthevarden.livejournal.com]

Arya took a few minutes to try out the sweat lodge before opening up the store completely. She might try that again.

COYOTE MEDICINE Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services THE MEDICINE MAN IS IN

Luke's Diner; Friday [ 01/02 ].

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Yes, it was Friday, and, yes, Cal was working at the diner, but, no, he wasn't so late for his job that it had crossed over into the next day. He simply vied for a different day for his shifts once he realized that his Thursdays were only getting busier with two of the classes he wanted to take on that day.

So far, he was liking Fridays. Who cared if he'd only been there for a few minutes?

Today's Specials
Saganaki to help bring in a new year and a new day.
Opa!

Luke's is open!

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary started out her day with sitting on the couch in her suite and going through receipts. At some point, she realized a few of the were at the front desk, so she went down to the lobby to get them and saw that there was no one at the desk.

"That's weird. Who's supposed to be working today?" she wondered, checking the schedule. That's when it hit her that it was Friday and her day to work. Oops.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Red Velvet Cupcakes with Cream Cheese Frosting

Trooper Station, Friday

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

It had not been a bad week. Nope. Not a bad week at all.

The last working day of it (all, like, three working days this week) found Ray hunched over his desk with a cup of good coffee, considering actually tackling his paperwork.

It was truly impressive what a good week could do. At this rate, he mighta even write some before the day was done.

[ ooopen as always! ]

Covent Garden Flowers, Friday 1/02

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley opened up the shop today, still feeling on top of the world. He really kinda missed Endor.

He had debated buying a teddy bear and a tiny spear for it. He decided he was a dude, and dudes don't buy teddy bears for themselves. Silly Hurley.

Covent Garden FlowErs

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

[ooc: Flying OCD free. Have at me! Open!]

Stark Industries [Friday]

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

Kaylee all but skipped into work today. She'd missed it, and she'd missed being around so many working things, and she had a project, sort of.

Besides, she had to weld stuff, which was why she was carefully selecting materials to work with later.

[I am in and out all day today, la]

Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

[all4thewookiees.livejournal.com]

"Finally!" Jolee said. "Praise the Force, the holidays are all over!"

That's when Jolee saw Tino bringing a box of red paper hearts to the bar.

"That's not funny. Go put that box away. And put something heavy on top of it so you're not tempted to bring it back out for a month!"

[OOC: Open, but I will probably be a little slow. Mod Tino for speed. Wait for me for awesomeness.]