Luke's Diner, May 4 (Monday)

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Lacey had spent most of the weekend hiding in her apartment; she remembered last year's graduation.

She couldn't help thinking it was somewhat typical of her life that this ended up meaning she'd missed out on what sounded like a fun brunch.

Sigh.

Today's Specials
Organic Cornbread with Applewood Smoked Bacon and Clover Honey
Eggplant Parmesan


Now Hiring - Weekend Shifts Available!

She'd just finished writing up the specials board, when . . . suddenly, there were bananas. All over the counter and everywhere.

Luke's is open. No, it's not drafty in here. That's just Lacey, with the sighing. But at least there's lots of potassium.

[OOC: I highly recommend service-modding today. Also, the Saturday shift is now spoken for, but Sunday's available.]

Coyote Medicine, Monday

[wantstodirect]

They'd received a box of beadwork items, so Tony set up a display of them in the window, along with some books and beadcrafting kits, in case anyone wanted to try to make one for themselves.

COYOTE MEDICINE
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
Gifts for graduates 10% off!
The Medicine Man is with you.

Pixie Dust, Monday, 5/4

[withoutverona]

His father and Benvolio had gone home. Reno was going that very night, and Rikku would follow soon enough. Yurika was going, if only for a bit (And Romeo made himself believe that, that she'd be back). Even Sokka was gone.

Romeo opened the store, but spent most of his shift brooding behind the counter. For just a moment, he almost wished he'd followed his relatives to Verona; it would be many things, but never lonely.

Pixie Dust was open, with a distinct funk of emo in the air around it.

[OOC: I defy thee, OCD!]

Co[n]ven[ien]t Garden Flower Shop[pe], Monday, 4 May

[loverlyviolets]

Eliza wasn't used to rousing herself this early on a Monday, so she was an hour or so late in opening up the shop, but it wasn't too terrible, she decided as she worked up a new sign to place in the window. Juggling the schedules about now that her student employees' classes had changed for the summer would work out just fine.

The sign that eventually went up in the window now read:

Covent Garden Flowers

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

Now hiring for Thursday position.

[OOC: OCD on its way, and that Thursday position has been filllled, huzzah, just not ICly yet.]

The Magic Box, Monday

[stylin-wizard.livejournal.com]

It was Monday which meant Alex could be found in the Magic Box. After re-arranging a display of charms, she settled behind the counter with her laptop, to read up on the latest wizards world gossip.

The Magic Box is open!

Trooper Station; Monday [ 05/04 ].

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

Daisy felt that she could be confident in sort of noticing a certain trend around this place and so, as she typed up transcripts for the records of the weekend's events, she figured they were in for a pretty quiet week, which was good. It gave her the time to also fiddle around with things and organize a few things so that any records needing to be set up for new students, teachers, and residents could be done swiftly and easily next week.

Of course, glancing at her inbox and considering what Coop had said about suspiciously unnecessary paperwork, she wondered if she'd actually want it to be efficient. Inefficiency would at least give them something to do...


[[ open station is open! ]]

The Park; Monday Afternoon [ 05/04 ].

[berserkerminsc.livejournal.com]

Minsc realized that he should probably start getting a syllabus around for his workshop. Although, really, he had one; it was just all in his head, and the problem with that was that his head could be a pretty chaotic and frightening place at times. In an effort to put his thoughts into a nice, orderly fashion (or, at least, the visage of a nice, orderly fashion), Minsc was out in the park with Boo, making sure that some of his ideas were actually reasonable and could translate into something do-able.

The fact that he was trying them with a hamster not only lead to the experiment being sort of hopeless, it also left it to be exactly anyone's guess exactly what it was Minsc was going for.

It involved a lot of ducking and rolling and shouting, whatever it was:

"Go for the eyes, Boo! Go for the eeeeyyyes! RRRAAARRGH!"


[[ open park is open! I'm a bit slow until later, however ]]

The Causeway, Monday Evening

[raspberryturk]

Well. This was it. After a day of packing and a year and a half of a bloody island having its way with the contents of Reno's head, it was time to leave. Home. There was a chopper waiting on the other side of the walk across the Causeway, and Reno found himself dreading it.

Sure, it had taken some doing to cram the last of his stuff in there. They'd had to take apart the ferret cage, and there was no way all of the clothing Reno had picked up while he was here was going to fit. So he'd just tossed it out in front of some second-hand joint on the mainland in a garbage bag, and now he was wearing a cowboy hat and standing around with a ferret perched on one shoulder, a backpack filled with pink notebooks on his back, a cardboard box with two cactus plants in it under one arm, and a shiny yellow blanket stashed under the other.

It was totally a security blanket.

"So, Mako. If a fool is the kinda person who sacrifices himself for his job, what does that make me?"

The ferret simply blinked at Reno, once, honked, and then started chewing on the Turk's ear.

"That's what I thought, too."

[And that's that. Reno is on his merry way- Open for anyone who cares to wish him good luck, or for anyone else planning on leaving the island this evening.]

The Perk [Monday, Afternoon]

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Yes, she was loaded down with bags.

Yes, her portal left in about a half hour.

But she had to stop in for coffee at The Perk just one last time before picking up that portal at the causeway. It was... look, she just had to, okay?

Mac settled herself down in one of the comfy chairs by the window with her mug, making the most of the last little bit of time she had here. No doubt she'd be back to visit at some point (assuming she could). An entire high school career here, and leaving felt very much like the end of an era. She could be sentimental if she wanted to be.

[[Keeping with the recurring theme today! Last chance to stop in and talk to Mac for anyone that might want to before she leaves. Any friends who want to mod a call from her, go for it. The Perk is of course also open for all your caffeine needs!]]

The Gig, Monday

[shiniernyours.livejournal.com]

Bender had a knife. But didn't want to kill anyone - no more than his normal level of homicidal tendencies.

He was slicing and dicing like a robot possessed. From apple to chips or cubes Bender set off in a whirring frenzy. A slice sprang off and wedged into the stable wall. Cocktail toppings were important business.

The fruit - stuck on cocktail sticks - were laying askew on a tray that he waved at the horses. Bender looked on impatiently as they chewed. "So. That or the mango? I haven't got all day."

[Post is open, OCD is in Sheffield]

The Arms Hotel - Monday

[pyroliz.livejournal.com]

Liz was on time for her shift, making sure that everything was set up and that the specials were out before she opened.

Welcome to the Arm's Hotel!
Today's Specials: BBQ Chicken Breast with Zucchini Sauce