Magic Reserve - The Preserve, Wednesday Afternoon

[wantstodirect]

"Hey, everyone," Tony said, once people had gathered. "We're going to talk about shielding today. Or defenses, in general, since everyone's magic is a little different. First, Karla's going to talk a bit about shields. Karla?"

Tony stepped aside and let Karla tag in speak and answer any questions.

Once she was done, Tony addressed the group again. "Who else feels comfortable enough with defensive magic to help others? Raise your hand, please?" Wow, he felt like a teacher or something. Way weird. Assuming there were hands up, he continued. "Okay, everyone else? These are the guys you go to for help."

"One last thing for today - let's talk strategy. Karla suggested that we find a few places on the island that are easy to defend and practice shielding those spots. Where do you guys think those places are? And what else can we do to make those spots ready for an invasion - like, maybe have food and first aid stuff staged there?"

[OCD is charging up... live!]

Guilty as Charged - 6/3 - Late Morning

[i-lovedfalling.livejournal.com]

It was weird. Haley thought she had already worked out all her pent up sexual frustration, but apparently, that feeling? You know, the one that made it seem like she needed some lovin' just to keep sane or something? It had resurfaced...with a vengeance.

Holding it in, she composed herself enough to get dressed and get to work. With the usual help wanted sign in the window, she settled behind the counter.

Her smile was innocent and her posture was comfortable as she kind of skimmed through a magazine, but her thoughts, and even her playlist in the shop for the day, weren't quite so clean. The first song over the speakers, "Ready for Love" by Bad Company pretty much summed that up, and the next consecutive song, "Touch Too Much" by AC/DC, just shamelessly confirmed it to no end.

Strokes of Genius, Wednesday

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

If Katchoo was feeling any ill effects from the flowers that had suddenly showed up all over town, she hadn't noticed yet, and was mostly sticking to feeling glad she hadn't developed an allergy.

And hoping it stayed that way.

When she arrived at work she popped Griffin Silver's Drunk Ducks CD into the stereo and, not wanting to risk being caught outside in case the clouds turned into a storm on her, sat behind the counter poring over her sketchbook. The music choice seemed appropriate; the ducks sure seemed like they'd been acting weird when she'd cut through the park on her way here.

[OOC: The less I search this post for some OCD, the closer I am to fine. I dunno.]

The Lighthouse, Wednesday June 3

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

Wow! What a great day! Everything was just sooooooo ... great! There had been whistling and skipping along on the way to the lighthouse and picking of wildflowers.

Hunh. That was a little weird, but whatever.

"We're going to make you alllllll better," he told the lighthouse as he neatly laid out all the tools and supplies he'd need for the day. "Won't that be great? You'll be shining like a beautiful second sun!" He patted a wall gently. "Ooo, I even brought you some flowers. See?" he held them up and then found an empty can to place them in.

"It'll be so great when you're all finished," he said with a nod, picking up a tool. "And I promise, I'll be gentle."

The lighthouse work continues once again, just don't mind the crazy dude saying sweet nothings and raining affection on said lighthouse.

Hey, buildings need love too.

(open and I dunno where this came from lol)

Atlas Gym, Wednesday, 6/03

[tyler_gone]

Tyler spent most of his shift, in between the actual work bits, picturing gym patrons naked.

To be scrupulously fair, this wasn't exactly unusual. It was just that normally his mental wanderings were more New England Journal of Medicine -- he imagined lots of moles and goiters -- and less Playboy. But today his brain was all about the cut of sports bras and bike shorts and, hey, who turned up the heat in the gym?

It wasn't exactly unpleasant, though. He sat back and let his mind drift.

Android's Dungeon [Open 6/3]

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

There was a plastic cup full of flowers on the front counter. Claire thought they were pretty.

She was sorting through the new comics that had arrived today, but would gladly help anyone who stopped by.



[the ocd is picking flowers]

Covent Garden Flowers [Open 6/3]

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan had a lot on her mind when she opened the shop today. She was thinking about her conversation with Rachel yesterday and thinking about her plans with Jess this evening.

She put the sign in the window and unlocked the door.

Covent Garden Flowers

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



[the ocd ran away with the spoon]

The York Gallery, Wednesday 6/3

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

Shilo had discovered the flowers on her way to work, and was deeply shaken by the emotions she felt.

Consequently, she had cleaned the Gallery to within an inch of it's life- no pollen here, thank you kindly- and was curled up behind the desk with her laptop, looking up monologues for her drama requirement.

She just hoped that the Gallery would continue to be as quiet as it usually had...

[OCD is en route... now up!]

Luke's Diner - Wednesday

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Johnny was feeling pretty good, A little... well he was feeling good. Which okay, wasn't a big step from the norm, but today he was watching the door waiting for his girl to show up.

The kitchen staff was in the back, singing something or other about True Love's Kiss. On any other day, Johnny would roll his eyes and tell them to shut the hell up. Today he totally didn't mind. It was even kind of catchy. Huh.

Today's Specials
BBQ Baby Back Ribs
Fruit Salad
Cherry Chocolate Shake

 

Luke's is open.


[[ OOC: The OCD totally caught fire and burned up. ]]

Turtle and Canary - Wednesday

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

Amber was in an awesomely bouncy mood. She skipped into work, having taken her time to enjoy the flowers along the way. So many and so pretty!

Behind the counter, she totally grabbed her trashy romance from where she'd hidden it, and buried her nose in it. Oooh, so good!

Today on Sale
23% off Everything in the store!

Today's Squishy Flavors: Grape Judas, Fun Dip, Kiwi

Turtle & Canary is open!


[[ OOC; Amber squished the OCD to death. Ooops. ]]

Around town (and in the dorms), Wednesday morning

[thatsamilkshake]

Early enough in the morning that normal people would glare and throw a pillow at Francine if she wasn't polite enough to be quiet about getting up and out of the dorms, posters began appearing, first in the dorm building, then around town.

( Cut for your friendslist's pleasure )

One might or might not run into a rather smiley, chipper girl putting them up and humming June is Bustin' Out All Over in between deep breaths of the flower-scented air.

[OOC: Establishy but open for reactions. Or if you'd like to run into Francine putting them up, sure. Just make it clear in narrative or an ooc note, if so!]

The Beach - Wednesday Afternoon & Evening

[asgardcreated.livejournal.com]

It was too damn nice to be indoors, and Jon had far too much energy to be inside anyway. After getting the day off, he'd decided the best thing to do would be to head down to the beach. So he'd grabbed a small cooler with sodas and a towel and headed for the water.

Hey, swimming was a great way to work off the energy.


[As open as a casino on the Vegas Strip. BYOB.]

Cafe Fina - Wednesday - 6/3

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir was antsy. This wasn't his usual state (and yes, the dishware was staring at him a little for it) but it made for an interesting line up of dishes for the day. It was rather obvious he wanted to be elsewhere. Though it was probably best he hadn't gone to see Amber.
Today's Specials
Hog Island Oysters
Crab Cocktail with Avocado and Fresh Lime
Passion Fruit Soup

Mélange à Trois of Lobster, Oysters and Scallops
Braised Beef Short Ribs

Dulce DeLeche Tart
Rose Petal Sorbet

The Cafe Fina was open.

[and the OCD ran away with the spoons]

Pirate Radio [afternoon]

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"Good morning, everyone!" Jack crowed into the microphone before taking a liberal swig from his bottle of rum. Yes, it was afternoon, but Jack decided that the three hours after he woke up should always be considered morning.

"What a beautiful day it is! The weather is...doing something," he hadn't checked, "the birds are twittering like mad twittering things, and the flowers are in bloom! Clearly it's time for musical requests! For now, we'll listen to one of my favorite romantic ballads!"

He flipped on "Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw" and sang along.

Stay classy, Jack.

The phone lines were open.

Movie Sign Theater 3000, Wednesday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Karla waited for Eric to show up on their date. She changed after the Reserves meeting into sharply tailored navy blue pants, and a skimpy, shimmery silver top. It was more formal that her loose-fitting cast-offs, but wasn't one of the numerous gowns that the High Lord had packed. The outfit came with a long jacket that Karla carried over a shoulder; for one thing, it was too hot to wear. For another, the skimpiness of the top appealed to her.

She didn't think too closely about the reason why.



Now Showing
Lightning Bug



[Karla's waiting for one, but the theater's public]

Groovy Tunes, Wednesday

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice felt shivery. She wasn't sure why, but she could hardly object. This was clearly a sign that she should find some R&B and dance around the store and try her hardest not to flirt shamelessly with anyone who came in.

That last one might not be successful.

Groovy Tunes was open.

The Arms Hotel; Wednesday [ 06/03 ].

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

The day to be had at the Arms Hotel today was going to be an awkward one. Valentine had made the mistake of bringing her German book from the library with her, which instantly prompted Gunther to seize on the opportunity to speak in German (and nothing but) to Valentine and insist that she talk back to him in only German, as well, otherwise du erlernen nichts.

This in and of itself would not have been problematic if it weren't for the fact that what Gunther wanted to talk about was cooking. Particularly what he was cooking today...

Today's Special:
Bratwurst with Spicy Mustard
Wiesswurst
Knackwurst und Kraut

So this meant that Valentine was being subjected to a man talking about nothing but the juiciness and size of his sausages, while waving them about for her to see. After last night's licorice conversation, it didn't take long at all for Valentine to just pretty much want this whole awkward business over. To think she'd only just got there, too.

The Arms Hotel is open!

Cabot & Associates, Wednesday

[glasses-justice.livejournal.com]

Alex was at work today, except her mind wasn't focusing properly. She'd flip through search results and keep thinking about ...

... unprofessional, non-lawyerly things. She was at work. She was going to work.

Alex gritted her teeth and forced herself to concentrate. She could leave early. She was the boss. But she was going stay at work, just to prove a point.

ocd-free!

Caritas - Wednesday

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

The band was having a good time tonight, it seemed.  They kept playing Do You Think I'm Sexy over and over again. Penelope wasn't sure, but that song might be affecting her.

Tino handed her a beer and grinned before he went back to cleaning glasses.

Tucking flowers that she picked on the way to work, behind her ear, she settled herself in for a long night of feeling... needful things that she couldn't explain. Huh.

Caritas is open.

[[ ETA: And now I crash! ]]

Trooper Station, Wednesday

[onyoursixboss.livejournal.com]

As Tony had yet to see anything strange--reading the few police reports did not count. It could be a very elaborate prank. He could respect that--he was at his new desk.

Since the other one was commandeered by Gibbs.

Which was why he was on the phone, really.

"--No, Abby I'm serious he was here and--" Tony glanced around just in case Gibbs decided to make a reappearance at the least opportune moment as he always did. He turned back to whisper, "I think he's had a relapse."

"...he grew the mustache back?"

"No, thank god. Just, if he's back there today, have Ducky look at him."

"I will! You can count on me, Tony. And don't you worry, we'll get you and Ziva and McGee back faster than you can say mass spectrometer!"

That got Tony to smile at least. Even if Gibbs was acting insane again.

"I'll keep a CafPOW waiting for you," Tony promised solemnly.

[ open but sp! ]

Stark Industries - Wednesday

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

Naomi was in a particularly good mood when she showed up for her shift on Wednesday. She wasn't entirely sure why she was in such a good mood but she certainly wasn't complaining.

Stark Industries is open.

Strokes of Genius, Thursday

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

The first thing Katchoo did when she got to work today was stick a sign up on the door:

The Butcher Shop is on Unicorn Street.

Today's music of choice was a mix of Ani DiFranco and David Bowie, and Katchoo was sketching away feverishly in her sketchbook. If you got close enough to examine her drawings, they'd all happen to be of the same person. Idealized and pretty sensual drawings, but the female figure might be recognizable nonetheless.

Katchoo was a little zoned in on her work today, which would explain her flushed cheeks and slightly dazed expression.

[OOC: And I'm singing now because my tear ducts are too tired, and my OCD is disconnected but my post is . . . open.]