Strokes of Genius, Thursday

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Halfway to work after Etiquette class, Katchoo suddenly realized she had "Muskrat Love" stuck in her head. She didn't know why; nothing had come up to remind her of it, but there it was. And she didn't even remember all the lyrics, but at the same time she was compelled to hum.

Banging her head on the counter after she got into the shop didn't help either.

"And they whirl and they twirl and they -- GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

This had to be some kind of karma thing biting her in the ass, huh? It had to. Dammit.

[OOC: Hey OCD, no, we can't dance together, no, we can't talk at all. Why, yes, I did get unprompted Captain and Tennille on the brain yesterday, and really, why should I be the only one? ;)]

Cabot and Associates, 63 Serendipity Way, Thursday

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

Jennifer sat down at work today and quickly got cracking at the research Alex had given her last week. She was feeling a lot more comfortable with the computer aspect of the research.

Give her enough time, and she knew she could get what Ms. Cabot needed. There was no way she could let herself mess this up.

The Law Offices of Cabot and Associates
LEGAL SERVICES • LEGAL AID

[ooc: Open after OCD!]

Freelance Police HQ, Thursday May 28

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

Murdock was in the house with laptop in tow today, and was busy doing research. On muscians. He'd enjoyed singing last night and was thinking to do more in the future.

...be afraid, people.

"Hey Spatula!" Cuz goldfish knew all about popular music right? "Whaddya think about this one?"

Yes, sometimes Murdock had an odd taste in music.

(flying ocd free today! massive chunks of sp as I deal with moving furniture out of the house. whooo!)

Covent Garden Flowers, Thursday, May 28

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah still had "So What" stuck in her head from yesterday. When she didn't have the Darkest Night theme kicking in. Singing to the flowers was supposed to help them grow, right? So in between feeding and watering them, there was an impromptu concert going on.

The sign in the window read, as usual:

Covent Garden Flowers

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

Turtle & Canary -- Thursday

[gods-gymnast.livejournal.com]

Maron, having spent the last two weeks dealing with the weird while at work—first glitter rain, and the moose that liked to cuddle—was rather disappointed that there was nothing out of the ordinary that she could spot about the store today.

Oh well! This was probably better for her to make sure she knew what was where anyway! Less distraction had to be a good thing for learning, after all.

Today’s Squishy Flavors: Dragonfly Soup, Red Demon, Love & Joy

Turtle & Canary is Open!

The Park, Thursday Afternoon

[intraspective]

There was a table set up with all sorts of drinks and things to nibble on. There was flowers. It was blatantly obvious that Edward expected a lot of people to show up—dear lord, she hoped no one did—and Ino crossed her arms over her chest and watched all of this resignedly.

It was really really hard to look anything but waifish and adorable in a pink dress with silver heels. Especially when you were blonde and tiny. Ino was giving it her best shot. The only reason she was even dressed up because she’d decided that morning that, it was better to look the part, really, and try to salvage some of her pride.

Ino was attempting to glare, but the sight of Edward running around (and what was up with the prince-clothing and purple cape? Seriously?) and fussing with the platform they were to sing on—where had he found a platform?!—was tugging a reluctant smile out of her.

He was just so happy. He’d loved her dress, and that she’d shown up, and that she was going to sing with him—oh glorious day!—and Ino… had lost track of the lecture she’d spent most of the night planning around the third spin of his glee. Crushing his spirits would be like kicking a puppy.

Embarrassment it was, then. Just as soon as he thought everything was perfect. She, for her part, was studiously pretending that this was her idea, no really, and she was totally okay with it. Really. Totally her idea. Honest.

[Edward modded with permission, naturally! Wait for the OCD is uuuup!]

[ETA: Because it’s getting larger, have links to the separate parts: The Duet! (And Other Songs) The Gawkers! Refreshments Mingle with the singers! OOC]

Groovy Tunes: Thursday [5-28-09]

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After a very bizarre class, Peyton had hurried across town to open Groovy Tunes. Well, more limped quickly than hurried really.

Which meant that she'd decided against stopping somewhere for food and by the time she'd reached the store was very grateful to be able to sit and put her foot up. And she decided that ordering in Chinese sounded like the perfect thing to do. Of course she ordered far too much as always, so anyone stopping in might just be offered some.

The Gig: Thursday [5-28-09]

[elephantgadget.livejournal.com]

Thursday equaled The Gig which equaled horses which equaled a very happy Helen.

Book Haven: Thursday [5-28-09]

[livingasheth.livejournal.com]

HELP WANTED!!

Openings on Monday, Wednesday, and Sunday!

Good pay, friendly environment.

Apply within!



Yes, Millie was still looking for help. And in the meantime was magically rearranging the store. Bookcases were appearing and disappearing left and right!

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Thursday

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Potty training was not for soldier-messiahs from the future. Cable was starting to accept that idea. He'd been up for most of the early morning dealing with Jan in that capacity, so sinking down in his seat to tackle the paperwork was actually a relief.

Funny how the tiny things in life turned out to be more difficult than the grander things, but they did say the devil was in the details. "Very profound," Irene told him, over the phone. "I don't know where you get this stuff."

"Oprah."

"You don't watch Oprah."

"I was being facetious." He reached over to pull his laptop towards him. "Any ideas?"

"I'm not ever having children?"

Cable smiled faintly. "Sure," he said.

"Oh, no. I know that voice. Please don't tell me I have a gaggle of great-grandchildren in the future. Some things, a woman doesn't need to know."

The Help Wanted and Open signs were back on the door.

[ and so is this post! ]

Ching Tai, Thursday Evening

[puppy_fair]

If there was just one thing that Zack could say about being sent to high school, it was that it was already doing a good job of keeping him on his toes. He hadn't been sure what to expect on his first day of classes, but if anyone had told him that it would wind up with him being set up on a date with another boy because of a Sexual Anthropology assignment, he probably wouldn't have believed them.

Not that he didn't like Sam, of course. Sam seemed like a great guy! But the notion of tacking the word 'date' on to 'dinnertime spent with a guy friend' was almost as weird as some of the food names on the menu that Zack was attempting to decipher as he waited for his... er... his date to arrive.

"Moo goo gai pan? Huh?"

[The date is for the Winchester, but Ching Tai is, of course, open to anyone else who wants to get their fortune cookie fix!]

Luke's Diner, Thursday

[lovemykilt]

The kitchen staff had apparently banded together that morning and decided that they were only going to call Priestly by his "secret middle name".

Priestly was spending the day being expected to answer to "the". It was going to be a long one.

Today's Specials
Macaroni and cheese
Fried mozzarella
Popcorn

Luke's was open.

Sushi Station, Thursday Evening

[bitten_notshy]

Sushi really was raw fish; Tony had told him that, but Jack Priest hadn't entirely believed it until he walked into the restaurant and saw the rice rolls riding around on a belt in glimmering shades of pink, red and white, with splashes of orange and green garnish. Jack took a seat at the bar where he could see most of the restaurant, and watched the dishes rotate on the conveyor belt as he waited for his companion.

He wasn't queasy. Exactly. It took much more than the sight of raw fish to make Jack queasy. But he was the tiniest bit, shall we say, concerned about how this new adventure would go.

[OOC: For the wizard, but it's a public restaurant!]

The Lighthouse, Thursday

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

There was music blaring from the shed, and a fan standing in the door. Tully was trying to keep his mind off the itching in his cast, and wondered if sweat would be bad for it.

At the bottom of the drive, there was the ever present HELP WANTED sign.

Atlas Gym, Thursday Evening

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

So, he was still pretty. This pleased Deadpool. In that evil roach kinda way.

Good... good...

So, he did the logical thing that wasn't getting drunk and planning bitchy slumber parties with the gals in town. He got out the swords for some play time at the gym. Hells yeah!

[[Open, of course. ICONS!]]

Our Lady Of Fandom, Thursday Evening

[gods-gymnast.livejournal.com]

The church was empty when Maron slipped inside. Leaving the doors open behind her, Maron found a few candles and lit them before taking a seat in one of the pews.

Organizing her thoughts took a few minutes. She’d been thinking of what she’d wanted to say since talking to Romeo about the way things were in Fandom earlier.

"Guess it’s a bit weird," she said, blinking her eyes open and looking at the altar, "me coming here to talk to You. Finn says it doesn’t matter where I am, but I thought maybe I should tonight, stop by for a while. Guess maybe it’s a bit stupid, to think that everything here’s okay too, but I did. Are you listening? God?"

The wind, a cool breeze that had been drafting through the open doors picked up and blew into the building, whipping her hair about her face. Her candles flickered out, all but one.

"Thank you," Maron said quietly, as the wind died down. "Sometimes I need reminding."

[That Maron is at the church is for broadcast, the wind and her talking to God are NFB, please. Mainly establishy, please, but open if you come after the wind. ]

Coyote Medicine, Thursday [5/28]

[spiritandsword]

It was Thursday and that meant Annja was at work.

Currently, she was walking around with a clipboard taking inventory and seeing what items that they needed to restock.

COYOTE MEDICINE
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
THE MEDICINE MAN IS SEARCHING FOR HIMSELF


[[No OCD today]]

Caritas [Thursday evening]

[canadianpopstar.livejournal.com]

Robin's Canadianism never came out so strongly as during hockey season. She was behind the bar in full Canucks regalia tonight, in celebration of the fact that the Wings (bless them) had avenged them.

Besides, Stanley Cup finals started on Saturday. There was preparing to do for that. Like lots of drinking.

That would have been easier if the zombies hadn't somehow gotten ahold of what appeared to be baby octopi (Robin had no idea...) and were flinging them -- mostly at Tino and Robin.

What the hell.

[this post was written with the help of tricksy_spy's hockey knowledge omg]