Photo Hut, Tuesday

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack was flipping through some of the photography magazines, wondering what happened to those little Brownie cameras and then the Polaroid and the digital cameras...and trying to think about something to photograph, just for fun.

[open and honest!]

Android's Dungeon, Tuesday

[im-afrog.livejournal.com]

Adam opened up early, and went through the stock and placed some of the newest issues on the shelves. A few caught his eye and he decided to set them aside for purchasing. He figured Rocky might like them.

Android's Dungeon is open!

MHA Lobby, Tuesday

[flipped-god-off.livejournal.com]

When Loki came out for his weekly shift, he immediately switched on the Christmas mood lights because he fucking liked them and he wasn't afraid to admit that. Which was odd. But, whatever. The lights were on and lighting up the lobby like the inside of some high college kid's room. All he needed now was a black light to complete the effect.

Once the lights were done, he propped himself up behind the desk, feet on the counter and magazine on his lap. Not that he was reading the magazine but he thought more people would stop and talk to him if he looked fucking busy rather than bored as hell.

...what? He didn't know where that thought had come from.

Anyway. He paged through the magazine, reading a line here and there and trying not to just toss the fucking piece of shit away. The only thing that stopped him was an article on easy recipes for the beginner. He stopped and read that one.

[MHA is oooooopen!]

Book Haven, Tuesday

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

Yei was quite enthusiastic about coming with her today, so Hinata had obliged and now there were the two of them to open up the shop. Making sure to put out cookies, and setting a pot of tea to steep, she devoted herself to making sure the store was in order neat and tidy-like.

Then, while Yei played Grand Adventurer amongst the shelves, Hinata settled in one of the chairs with her copy of the script.

Book Haven is Open!

Outback Steakhouse: Tuesday Evening

[memberslonely.livejournal.com]

Lindsay would never admit to anyone that she was a nervous wreck but in preparing for having a dinner (Dinner. It was dinner right? Or was this a thing? Jesus, was this a thing? Oh crap what if this is a thing?) she had gone through five outfits before deciding on the sixth which was just a nice set of slacks, blouse and a jacket.

Of course now that she was here she was cursing herself under her breath for not wearing a skirt and fidgeting. Not that she'd want to admit to anyone that she was fidgeting.

[OOC: Lindsay is here for Ronon but public place, yadda yadda yadda]

Trooper Station; Tuesday [ 02/03 ].

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

It was very, very rare indeed for Daisy to lose her cool while in uniform. It was like the blues just worked exceptionally well as a devise to keep everything in, but today, they seemed to have lost their powers.

"Oh, for Pete's sake, Ralph, will you just go out and patrol? I'd do it my bloody self just so I don't have to hear you comment one more time on how my bum looks today, but it's bloody cold and I don't want to and I've actually got work to do today. And I wasn't even going to say anything because that's all part of the thing, innit? Like Sergeant Angua said, real coppers give each other hell, but honestly, it's hard to work when every two seconds is about my bum. I actually didn't want to say anything, actually..."

But she found it all coming out anyway.

"...so just...go and...I don't know, check to make sure none of the kids about town are actually truant from class right now. Something. Just stop talking about my bum, as much as I appreciate the compliment. Go talk about Kowalski's or something. His ain't half bad. either."

And then when another trooper came up and asked her where the extra coffee was and she said something to the tune of checking to see if Coop was hording it in his office for after hours, she knew it was going to be one long, bloody day.


[[ it's the only place where the truth thing would have any annoying effect on Daisy at all; of course I had to post it! Open station is open! ]]

The Perk; Tuesday Morning [ 02/03 ].

[perfectmissyork.livejournal.com]

Charlotte's day had consisted mostly of babbling to her dog about how pretty she was and how much of a good girl she was and how much Mommy loved her, so she wasn't noticing anything amiss about the day.

Then again, when she went to the Perk to order a latte to help her get through some work on her laptop and ended up giving the poor barista an entire speech about how it was very important that it be skinny-skinny because her thighs were just thunderous and using anything more than skim milk just made her feel terribly bloated and that she'd like a glass of water with it, too, please, because otherwise, well, you know, coffee cramps and blah blah blah blah blah, she hadn't realized anything was amiss, either.

Even though the fact that the barista mentioned that they only put up with her so well because her boyfriend was one of the place's best customers did seem to put Charlotte off a little, frowning in thought as she settled in at a table to work.


[[ open, of course, even though it seems I can't stop making posts despite a 4-hour chunk of being at work creeping up on me. But, come on. Charlotte babbling is a given for today ]]

The Boards - Rehearsal - Tuesday, 2/3

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

Geoffrey felt oddly... free today. They'd be starting the first act of the play today, but that wasn't quite it. It was something else, something he couldn't quite describe.

That said, he opened the door and hoped that everyone would be here.

[ocd up!][...warning, Geoffrey is honest today and um, WILL BE CRITICAL][NWS for language in the Blair thread. for srs okay, ANYTHING with Geoffrey]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Gunther wanted to know what she thought of his new chef's hat. Mary frowned a bit as she looked at him. "You need to shave. It looks like a raccoon died on your face," she said.

Needless to say, Gunther was not very happy. After he said a few choice words in German about Mary's choice of clothing, he went back to the kitchen to sulk.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Gazpacho
Layered Mediterranean Salad

[Open and honest! No OCD.]

Cafe Fina

[lordofthecats.livejournal.com]

Lion-o wasn't sure what he said, but it definitely pissed off one of the spoons. The spoon ran to tell a fork, the fork told a plate, the plate told a knife, and so on until none of the flatware was talking to him.

So Lion-o was sitting off by himself while Snarf acted as a go-between with the rest of the staff.

Today's Special
Chocolate Peanut Butter Cup Pie

The Gig [Tuesday]

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

Aravis, social creature that she was, hadn't talked to nearly anyone but Ata and Trenor today by the time she made it to the Gig. She'd noticed something was off, but given her rather honest and blunt disposition naturally, she hadn't really registered it might have been anything other than a mood.

As it was, she was quietly currying the horses today, as it was warm enough to be almost pleasant.

[mwahaha. open omg!]

Stark Industries [Tuesday]

[lots-of-olives.livejournal.com]

Today, Pepper had told a CFO that she'd always thought his toupee looked fake, a fellow secretary that her breasts weren't fooling anyone, and a representative from USA Today that their publication was trash.

And that was all just from memory.

As such, Pepper had turned off her phone. She had no idea what was going on, but it needed to stop.

[la, open.]

Luke's Diner - Tuesday, 2/3

[defeats-buses.livejournal.com]

It was a flailing Prince Edward who came into the diner today to work his shift. Forget that he was a little late. He was flailing! He shouldn't have said things to Adora but he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

The staff had already put up the menu board for which he was eternally grateful.

He found a seat behind the counter and sat, determined to keep his mouth shut.

Today's Special
Chicken Noodle Soup
Grilled Ham & Cheese
Apple Pie

Luke's is open!

Coyote Medicine, Tuesday

[makestheworld]

A day of being completely honest? Well, Coyote had been pretty sure that'd be like any other day.

Until he started figuring out how he wanted to sell some of his stock, today.

He couldn't compliment the customers and tell them what they wanted to hear. He couldn't claim that most of his stuff was authentic native American artwork. He couldn't even try to tell the ducks in the park that the steam room really was for purification purposes.

So he took his shirt off, instead. People in this town seemed to like that sort of thing.

Coyote Medicine!
Random crap the white man thinks is tribal and a lot of bull from a guy who's at least actually spoken to Great Spirit (and totally really did create the world, so there)
The Medicine Man is HORNY

It'd be an interesting day at Coyote Medicine.

Caritas - Tuesday Evening [Open]

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

"NOBODY TALK TO ME!" Marshall shouted as soon as he came into the bar. "NOBODY."

Marshall pointed at the zombie drummer. "Especially not you."

No, he didn't have a specific reason for pointing at the drummer. He just wanted to be dramatic.

Freelance Police Headquarters, Tuesday

[maxnotsam.livejournal.com]

Max kicked back on the sofa, picking his teeth with the front sight of his (loaded, with the safety off) Luger. "Ahhh, it's so wonderful to be such a petty, small-minded person," he sighed. "I'm convinced I'm so much better than everyone else, and I'd never change my mind about that no matter HOW much evidence you threw at me." He rolled onto his side to look over at his partner. "And you know what, Sam? I don't tell you this enough, but after me, you're... close to the top of my list of favorite people. More or less."

He sighed contentedly, and started from a sudden inspiration. "Oooh! Oooh! You know what we should have for dinner tonight? Pickles."


Believe it or not, Max was actually completely unaffected by Honesty Day. And the Freelance Police were open for business.

Around town, Tuesday night

[iruinenglish.livejournal.com]

Buffy needed to walk tongiht. Stupid truthfulness. Stupid running at the mouth. Stupid lack of vampires to beat up on.

Which led to a weird fine, I don't care even mentality, telling the poor JGOB clerk that she bet her job was better than his, and then wandering the streets of Fandom, sipping a latte and deciding it wasn't so bad. Half the town seemed to know anyway. Stupid half the town. Stupid talky other Buffies.


[Oh so open.]

The Perk - Afternoon

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

In the mood for something warm to drink, Ichigo ended up in the Perk that afternoon. He wasn't aware of anything odd going on. Not even when he ended up oversharing just how bored he was and how much he would like not to be when the clerk asked him what he wanted.

It wasn't until the clerk asked him what he wanted to drink, that Ichigo realised what he'd done. He glowered at the guy, as if daring him to make a remark and ordered a salter caramel hot chocolate and took a seat at one of the tables. He made sure to have his back towards the counter.

[Open, if lj is nice.]

The Park, Tuesday afternoon

[offthelisthero.livejournal.com]

Mohinder was sitting on a park bench, hands clutching a tepid-warm coffee. The girl behind the Perk's counter hadn't been too happy to hear exactly how he wanted his drink earlier, apparently taking 'something, anything with caffeine, please' literally.

Still, at least he was far from his home and cell phones. Bob might not exactly like what he heard before Mohinder's self-preservation instincts had cut in and cut off the call, but it could have been much worse.

Mohinder looked around, feet crunching the frosted ground beneath, and hoped the morning had been just a blip.

[Open and honest!]