Cabot and Associates, 63 Serendipity Way, Thursday

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

Jennifer entered the office today, ready to work as hard as possible to keep her mind off other things.

The fact that she's recently discovered Google did not help with her ability to stay on task. But it did help her find shirtless pictures of Colin Firth.

She was having an off day, yes.

[ooc: OCD first, please! Post and office open!]

Freelance Police HQ, Thursday June 4

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

*twitch twitch twitch twitch twitch*

Good God, what the hell was going on? Yesterday hadn't been too bad, except for the affection of the lighthouse.

...which really, that didn't surprise him so much.

But everything after...

His skin felt like there were tiny electric currents running through it and damn, why was it so frickin' warm everywhere he went? Even shucking the jacket over the chair back wasn't helping.

"I think I envy you," he told Spatula, staring into the water cooler. "Gotta be way cooler in there. Maybe I should go for a swim later." Or a really cold shower.

Tilting his head, he studied the goldfish for a moment. "Dude. You need a girlfriend."

Of course this meant that the vast majority of work being done today at Freelance Police involved searching the net for a perfect girl goldfish.

And trying to keep focus on that and sometimes failing the temptation of net sex ads.

Oh. My. GAWD.

FISH!

Keeping thinking fish, Murdock.

Android's Dungeon, Thursday, 6/4

[saveyoulater.livejournal.com]

The thing about Sarah Walker's sex life was, it usually didn't exist. There'd been a couple almost normal (completely normal, if you ignored that Sarah lied to them every other sentence) short-term boyfriends in college and while she was training at Langley, then Bryce, then a whole lot of sexual frustration broken by a few flings in Fandom. It was fine. She just set boyfriends off to the side as another thing she didn't get to have and went about her business.

Somehow, though, this week she was thinking about the whole thing a lot. Not in her usual self-pity way, either, but in a few good dreams, a sudden focus on stubble and muscular chests, and the general sense that it would be nice to see somebody else naked again. Sarah didn't think much about her feelings, then or ever: She put it down to a vague sense she might finally be getting over Chuck and went back to reorganizing the store. She kept getting distracted by Arachnid Boy collections -- she'd never noticed how hot he was out of spandex.

Android's Dungeon was open. And full of lots of drawings of pretty people in skintight clothing.

[OOC: Damn, the OCD wishes it was your lover. It would rock you until daylight comes. And it went to take a cold shower and deal with those feelings.]

Book Haven: Thursday [6-4-09]

[livingasheth.livejournal.com]

Millie was feeling most... unsettled and... wanting almost... as she opened the bookstore.

She set things out for the customers then found herself searching out certain books that were not exactly her usual fare.

She might be quite flustered should someone come in and find her looking through them.

Though if some handsome man were to come in... She sighed happily without even realizing.

Groovy Tunes: Thursday 6-4-09]

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

Lots of sexy music being played at the shop and Peyton was down to as little clothing as she could get away with wearing. She just didn't like the feel of it on her.

And she really really wished she had someone to relieve all this tension with. Midnight was going to be a long time coming.



Groovy Tunes was open and Peyton was... well... sexually frustrated. And more than a little annoyed about the events of the morning.

The Gig: Thursday [6-4-09]

[elephantgadget.livejournal.com]

Helen wanted sex. No two ways about it.

And Alec was long gone so she couldn't just show up at his door and ask. ANd she didn't have anyone else she could just ask - or seduce into it easily.

Therefore Helen was very frustrated and Not Pleased.

Oddly enough, a long horseback ride made things a tiny bit better.

She might be hard to find around The Gig proper, though if someone wanted to wait for her return from her ride she'd be glad to help them.

Coyote Medicine, Thursday [6/4]

[spiritandsword]

There was a bird trapped in the store.

Annja had no idea how it had gotten into the store, just that it was freaking out and flying all around -- even though Annja had propped the door open so the poor thing could fly to freedom.

Of course, her opinion about the bird changed when she watched it hover in front of the open door, look out it, and then continue freaking out and flying about.

She finally got the bird chased to freedom and hurriedly shut the door.

"Stupidest bird on the whole planet," she muttered.


COYOTE MEDICINE
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
THE MEDICINE MAN IS FLYING FREE


[[No OCD today and this post brought to you by my experience with the Ensign Redshirt of birds in my bedroom yesterday.]]

Covent Garden Flowers, Thursday, June 4

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Okay, so Dinah had figured there was definitely something going on, what with the Common Room of UST. Then the Spandex Class of Awesome. She'd decided to just surf the happy feelings until the crash came, whenever that was, with only occasional moments of spritzing her face with the flower spritzer to make her focus.

Maybe people would want to buy flowers for other people today from a very hyper girl singing along with Frou Frou.

Covent Garden Flowers


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

Turtle & Canary -- Thursday

[gods-gymnast.livejournal.com]

Maron was slightly cross. And fidgety. And not entirely sure why she’d worn a skirt and a sleeveless shirt to work. Just, that it had felt like the thing to do. Too many feelings, really, and Maron wasn’t impressed with that.

She was dealing with that by cleaning the store. Look, it was difficult to think of... other things... when you were up to your elbows in cleaning solution. Yes, she knew that Turtle probably didn’t expect them to go insane with the cleaning supplies, but—

It was something to do. Maron approved of this, you have no idea. Anything to just make it so she stopped thinking. She avoided the romance novels like they had the plague after mistakenly wandering down there, and losing track of nearly an hour. Ugh.

Today’s Squishy Flavors: Lemon Fresh, French Kiss, Frustration (Red)

Stark Industries: Thursday

[memberslonely.livejournal.com]

Trying to keep her mind on the job today was turning out to be hard work for Lindsay. Whenever she tried to focus on a particular task her mind began to wander to... things. Good things. The kind of things that gave her a bit of a dazed expression on her face and somewhat doofy grin.

And then she would snap out of it and the whole cycle would start again.

[Open!]

Streets of Fandom; Thursday [ 06/04 ].

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

The lunch that Daisy and DiNozzo had planned yesterday had oh so handwavily not actually come to fruition. Daisy would have much preferred to have walked, if anything figuring that the stroll would do her good, but the novelty of the rickshaws had seemed stuck in DiNozzo's head a bit, and so they flagged on down and there was a lot of jostling and bumping which seemed to lead to a lot of touching and groping and they ended up walking. Right into MHA and into Daisy's apartment for the remainder of their lunch break.

So Daisy had broken one of her cardinal sins, sleeping with a coworker, which she'd only broken once before and that was entirely by accident, as she'd met the fellow outside of work first, only to discover a week later that they were in the same police training group. So she called first dibs on patrolling today, not wanting to stick around the station and be all awkward, and having a very intense drive to serve Justice to make up for the infraction. There wasn't a lot of crime in this town, no, but she was determined that if any of it was going on today, she was going to find it.

...She had to.

She got ready for a nice street beat with Ralph, glanced over, and found herself commenting, "You know, I never really noticed before how well that armour really showcases your bum..."

She wondered how she really hadn't noticed before. And she did have a bit of a thing for clo--

Daisy very firmly slapped herself in the face. She shook her head. She thought about a cold shower and Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day. And before Ralph could make the comment she knew he was thinking about her bum, she said, "Right, then. Let's start dockside and head around from there..."

[[ mostly establishly, unless you dig the SP thing. I know I do ]]

Luke's Diner, Thursday

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was trying his best to read over the play and figure out who the hell Berto was, just like Geoffrey had told him too.

He just kept getting . . . distracted.

Man, he'd never realized how suggestive subs could be. And the tables just made perfect places for --

He shouldn't be thinking about this stuff at work.

Today's specials
Any foot-long sub
Cheese fries
Apple pie

Luke's was open.

Caritas [Thursday evening]

[canadianpopstar.livejournal.com]

Tonight, for some reason, there was no Robin behind the bar. Just a very, very bitter Tino.

Just because he wasn't getting any. God.

[I'm afk for the night, so this is up earrrrrrrrly!]