Pirate Radio Station [all day]

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

Barbossa was wrapped in every layer he had (he was a pirate from the Caribbean, dammit. He didn't do cold), sitting out in front of the radio station with a beat-up ballot box in front of him.

He was playing the greatest hits of Jimmy Buffett and thinking warm thoughts (when he wasn't answering and returning phone calls, of course). It wasn't working. The flask of rum was.

The Beach, V. Early Sunday Morning

[always-damp.livejournal.com]

It had been weeks since Kevin had disappeared and still Toby hadn't heard from him. Wandering along the beach where they'd washed ashore so many months ago in a sweater and jeans, Toby continually flipped his phone open and closed, debating whether or not he should make the call.

Okay, so he like, debated for twenty seconds before hitting speed dial. Same difference. Oddly enough, the call didn't connect. "Huh." Toby's face twisted in confusion. Sometimes technology was hard.

"Oh, not enough bars!" He stepped into the water, thinking the closer he got to the underwater portal, the better reception would be while his phone dialed. Feeling anti-speed dial, he pressed the buttons deliberately, not noticing the large wave descending on him as the cell connected to the phone system.

Sparking as it connected with water, both Toby and the Fandom Telephonic Network were wiped out.

Oops.

[OOC: AND THUS CRAZY PHONE DAY BEGINS!]

Turtle & Canary, Sunday January 18

[gkar-lastkhari.livejournal.com]

It seemed like another quiet Sunday in Fandom. G'Kar enjoyed the walk in the brisk morning air as he headed to the store. Apu, as usual, was already hard at work.

He had a copy of Henry V and was making notes in the margins as he read over it.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Grape Judas, Hot Cocoa, Ice Water

The Gig, Sunday

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Firekeeper had had a pretty busy week, social-wise. And now she was continuing the trend, updating the horses on what she'd been up to. And blissfully unaware of any weirdness that might be happening with her phone. For the moment, anyway.

[ooc: open and i am bored!]

The York Gallery; Sunday [ 01/18 ].

[perfectmissyork.livejournal.com]

It was so, so nice to have thing back to normal again, putting Charlotte in a very bright sort of mood as she came down to open the gallery today, and taking extra care to make sure that the Sunday tea was all nice and ready, even though no one ever really came and had some.

She kept herself busy in the reception area, being neat and tidy and generally cheerful instead of going into the main gallery with the Larson exhibit. It was just too cold in those pictures for a sunny disposition. And, of course, there was always work to be done at the computer, after making at least one quick phone call to Dale.

The "Now Hiring Satudays" sign was still in the window, as well.

The York Gallery is open!

Freelance Police HQ, Sunday

[raspberryturk]

It was one of those days at work. The kind where, yet again, Reno was going to lean back in the chair, prop his feet up on the desk, and waste time by making a few phone calls. First off, he'd have to leave some kind of shmoopy message for Rikku, naturally. And then call to tell Doji that yes, his clothes were back, and they could go to the zoo on Tuesday. He and Romeo hadn't had a chance to just hang out and be idiots with one another lately, so he got a call too. And maybe he'd wrap it up by calling Rude back home, just to see how he was doing.

That accomplished, he set his cell phone to cut directly to voice mail and resumed leaning back and doing as little as possible. Really, the last thing he needed was to get shot at over his own phone while he was here, too.

A while later, when he checked his messages, he had to stop, blink, and, of course, return them.

[Freelance Police HQ is open! Feel free to direct your wrong numbers to the phone thread here today, too. They'll probably result in gunfire.]

Stark Industries, Sunday

[carsexual]

After Sam called Mikaela, he made his weekly run to the grocery store for Mr. Stark's frozen burritos and whatever, and then plunked himself down in his usual spot to wait for her to call back.

And, you know, help you with any tech-y needs you might have.

Stark Industries is open.

Cafe Fina, Sunday

[peace_n_war]

Warren was cranky today. Which really wasn't anything new, naturally. The reason that Warren was cranky, however, had something to do with the weird messages he was getting on his phone. At least he'd returned them, which helped.

Still and all, the dishes were keeping their distance from him, today.

Today's Specials:
40% off all poultry and flambe!

Fina was, of course, open.

Wellspring Arms [all day]

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

Biff was in the Wellspring Arms playing with his cell phone. After leaving Barney a message about Naked Week, the best week ever, Biff set up the store for another day of meditating Zen-ly.

Zen-ly was totally a word.

He was a little distracted by phone calls, but he was there to help you out, of course!

Biff definition of "helping you out" being slightly less helpful than average...

Caritas, Sunday, 1/18

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

Penelope didn't understand the phone calls she recieved earlier today, but she wouldn't dwell. It was just odd, and she would try to call th confused people back later. And honestly, a threesome? Penelope's mind couldn't even understand that concept.

She decided to wander into town for a little while and found herself at Caritas. And she found Tino standing behind the bar looking mopey. It didn't last long because he tossed a rag at her.

This is how Penelope ended up working Sunday evening.

Caritas is open!

[Please mod Tino for speedy service as I'm heading out in just a bit.]


 

The Perk, Sunday Morning

[offthelisthero.livejournal.com]

Mohinder picked up an iced tea, with a smile to the staff behind the counter that was maybe more directed at the drink than them. He fumbled momentarily for his wallet, knocking shut his cell as he handed over the money. Next time he lost his clothes he would be sure to lay in a larger supply of teas and coffees.

After a hurried draining of most of his drink Mohinder stirred the tea gently, spoon clinking against the side, while he eyed the doughnuts on display.

[Open!]

Coyote Medicine, Monday

[wantstodirect]

A shipment of dreamcatchers had arrived, so Tony was hanging them in the front window. He wondered if they could really prevent bad dreams. When he found one he particularly liked, he set it aside. It sure couldn't hurt to try and anyway, they were pretty. If nothing else, it'd look good in his room.

COYOTE MEDICINE
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
The Medicine Man is around here somewhere

Coyote Medicine was open.