Pizza Planet, Friday

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

By this point in the week, Jen was starting to be mildly, privately amused at the obvious discomfort of so many other people on the island. It wasn't that she didn't feel sorry for them; it was just kind of nice not being the only one. (Not sustaining injuries from repeat efforts was a bonus too.)

Not to mention, when she got to work, being immensely satisfying when she saw the looks on the staff's faces.

"It's been what, five days?" she asked them, back turned so as to hide the smug smile that kept trying to sneak out. "Pfft. You'll live."

Today's Specials
Buy one slice, get one free!
Chocolate Dessert Pizza

[OOC: OCD? Pah. It's open.]

Strokes of Genius, Friday

[blinkandsneeze.livejournal.com]

There was awfully loud music playing in the store today, and Viki wasn’t entirely sure what button she’d hit to make it go so loud on the radio, or why the volume down on it wasn’t working. It was rather...well, mildly annoying as much as anything ever was, and she eventually settled for trying to pretend it was her idea in the first place.

It was, after all, rude to just... remove it from its power source, and it was not as if she was stuck here forever... Viki sighed, shrugged, and set about profoundly ignoring the music ringing in her ears.

Strokes of Genius is Open.

The Perk, Friday Morning

[intraspective]

She was, in theory studying her medical texts. In reality, she was far more interested in playing with the whipped cream on top of her hot chocolate, and staring out the window.

Still, Ino supposed it was okay, since she was getting a decent bit of work done anyway. Just a lot slower than she could if she’d really put her effort into it all. But, hey, hot chocolate. With whipped cream.

It seriously deserved at least some attention.

[Open, of course!]

Luke's Diner; Friday [ 02/20 ].

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

It didn't take long into the day to realize that even a small staff of sexually frustrated males plus cooking things was not a good combination, and the increasing number of overcooked food, scorched burgers, and grease fires was keeping Cal pretty busy in the back with a fire extinguisher.

Today's Special
Anything smoked

Luke's is open!


[[ and OCD-free, as my availability is awful until probably later evening ]]

Groovy Tunes; Friday [ 02/20 ].

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Leaning (carefully) on the counter and still nursing his black eye with an ice pack, Chad wasn't expecting to get much work done today. He was all sad thinking about how the black eye had even happened (when you've got a super-powered boyfriend, frustration and accidents were dangerous) and trying not to think about, if it weren't for the fact that it was born from a sexually-frustrated accident, he would have just been able to heal it up.

Not being able to have sex had just a few more repercussions for Chad than some other people.

Today's Mix: Breakup, Breakdown

Groovy Tunes is open!

[[ and OCDless, as I'm likely not around until eeeeevening. ]]

Android's Dungeon: Friday

[talks2objects.livejournal.com]

The store was absolutely silent today. Not a peep came from the comics or the role playing games and the register didn't even complain about Dor's cold hands.

Any time an object tried to make a sound, Dor would hush it immediately.

The store was quiet today and Dor was more than happy about that.

Book Haven - Friday, 2/20

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir came in early and did all the cleaning and primping and neatening that he usually did.

Then he settled down at the counter with a notebook and a pen. He had a letter to write, not to Trism but someone on the island itself, and he was absolutely flummoxed on how to write it. After all, his approach only seemed to cause more trouble. But sitting back caused even more trouble.

Yet he wasn't about to let things settle into the uncomfortable sort of relationship he'd had with the Witch. It might, he knew that was a danger, but he wouldn't let it go there without trying to right things.

As such, he only had two words on the page.

Dear Ino,

Which was almost more unhelpful than nothing at all.

Book Haven was open.

Pixie Dust, Friday

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny hated the world and everything in it. This week had been horrible for reasons she wasn't going into, and now she had to work. Ugh.

There was a hurriedly-scrawled sign in the window at Pixie Dust:

25% Additional Charge
For Bothering Me

The interior of the store was clouded with vast amounts of cigarette smoke, as Jenny was going through them at an alarming clip, even for her.

Shop at your own risk. Any purchases may need to be immediately dry cleaned to get the smoke out.

Pixie Dust is open.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday [2/20]

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary had her laptop out and the front desk. It wasn't particularly necessary, since there was a computer at the front desk, but Mary had a personal task to take care of, one that should not be done on the hotel's computer. After getting the website she needed from Delinda, Mary debated between ordering a new Frisky Ferret or upgrading to the Angry Anaconda. Decisions, decisions...

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Chocolate Soup with Raspberry and Hazelnut Salad
Chocolate Pecan Pie

Things Reborn, Friday

[chic-harper.livejournal.com]

With spring break right around the corner, Harper decided to change the window display to feature mannequins in vintage swimwear. Some of these pieces were just too cool to ignore, if you could get past the idea of wearing a used swimsuit.

The Preserve, Friday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

Crossbows were still right out for another week or two.

Traps weren't. And swords, despite the obvious lack of use they tended to be in the hunt. Knives, too. Spears were out, which hadn't kept Arthur from ordering Merlin to bring one.

They were going on a hunt, and while circumstances dictated that it would have to be a slow one, it wasn't going to stop Arthur. He needed this one. He needed it rather obviously, and no amount of Merlin's moon-eyed courting would keep it from him.

He snuck through the preserve with stealth and a clarity of mind. He could only hope that Merlin had somehow miraculously found his.

Not likely.

[[ chiefly for the manservant, but open preserve is open ]]

The Magic Box, Friday

[finding-x-dream.livejournal.com]

Agnes didn't have a problem with being sexually frustrated this week. She was ALWAYS sexually frustrated. And was likely to CONTINUE to be for quite some time. It was for the best, she supposed -- all that bottled energy had to go somewhere, and she had a feeling it was making her magic stronger.

All the same, she was plenty aware of things, even if he didn't have any experience in the matters, and she could tell that almost everyone else had gotten themselves into a banished-to-the-couch grumpiness. Which is why she dug all the love potions, charms, aphrodisiacs, embarrassingly phallic objects, statues of naked women, and anything else she could find out of the storeroom and arranged them haphazardly on a table at the front of the store. She was PLANNING on arranging them neatly, but only got so far before she blushed bright purple and had to stop.

Coyote Medicine, Friday

[allyofthevarden.livejournal.com]

Arya opened up the shop, wondering if she'd ever participate in those three minute dates again. All in all, it had gone better than expected...

COYOTE MEDICINE Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services THE MEDICINE MAN IS IN (somewhere around here)

[OCD coming on up!]

Stark Industries [Friday]

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

Kaylee was in no mood today. She was trying to keep upbeat, but there were...problems, and she didn't know what to do.

So it was an extremely frustrated Kaylee who was painstakingly taking apart a microwave today. Why? Because it was something to do with her hands.

[AFK from like 2-4 but THEN AROUND ALL NIGHT YAY FOR ONCE I HAVE A FRIDAY NIGHT OFF. *spends it at the computer*]

Trooper Station, Friday

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Okay, after five days, Ray had to admit, he was starting to get bit by the bug. The antsy, antsy bug. He shoved more chocolate in his coffee to make up for it, and went kinda Zen on it all.

Trying, anyway. Focus. Turtles after work. Turtles and Pepper. Yep, that'll do it.

He sat down with his coffee and spent the morning dealing with fifteen-gazillion reports about, uh, roofs caving in or whatever.

What the hell.

[ open! ]

Covent Garden Flowers, Friday 2/20

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley opened the flower shop today, grateful it wasn't about to be some huge holiday the next day. Not that he'd had many last-minute orders last week.

But still, Hurley was available for all your floral or Hurley needs.

Covent Garden FlowErs

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

[ooc: Post open and OCD free today!]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

[the_merriest]

So. Rikku was here. In a fabulous mood. Honest. Not slamming things around at all. Much.

Okay, so it was a frustrating day here at the Wellspring Arms. Maybe she'd go and shoot some things.

Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

[all4thewookiees.livejournal.com]

"Get over it, Tino," Jolee said.

Tino refused, though. He came up with a list of drinks that would not be served tonight. Anything that even vaguely sounded like some sort of sexual act was banned for the night.

"You're being ridiculous," Jolee said.

[OOC: I may be slow. Mod Tino for speed, but I am around. And seriously, Tino is refusing to serve anything that sounds like a sex act. And since Jolee doesn't know how to mix drinks, you're out of luck if you want Sex on the Beach tonight.]

Waters around Fandom Island, Friday Laaaaaaaaate Night

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

Sometime during the dark hours of the night, something amazing happened. A dim light appeared out in the ocean, moving closer through the water, and if anyone happened to be sticking their head out the window (or being ejected from hence by their cranky significant other) they would notice the mouthwatering scent of Swedish meatballs and lingonberry jam wafting in over the waves.

After a long separation, a separation wrought with sorrow and unhappiness, the Isle of Ikea had reappeared. The journey had been long and harrowing but the Isle of Ikea wasn't going to let anything stop it from returning to Fandom Island's side. For the occasion, the Isle had covered itself in a thousand flowers spelling the words I'm sorry in brilliant blue and yellow.

Upon seeing this reappearance, Fandom Island's mood immediately lightened. For so long, she'd been sad and lonely. She'd eventually been pushed over the edge, taking out her misery on all the inhabitants of the island just because she could.

But, no more. No. The Isle of Ikea was back. Things would be different. The island would be happy. The inhabitants would be happy again.

Residents of Fandom should have no fear. The minor earthquakes and higher waves are borne of happiness, a product of a joyous reunion. The island was withholding no longer.

[Residents of Fandom, SEX RETURNETH. This post is set late Friday night (after radio, even) so if you wanna get your freak on, remember to set your posts to after this. People are also allowed to mod the MINOR MINOR earthquakes and SLIGHTLY HIGHER waves if they'd like. NFI. OOC TOTES WELCOME!]