Wellspring Arms & Mediation Center: Monday

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf was spending most of his time in the meditation area today, slowly going through his mok'bara katas and trying to recenter himself.

He was, of course, available for anyone who might be walking through the front door.

[The OCD blew away with the pollen]

Pixie Dust, Monday, 6/8

[withoutverona]

The clothes on display were still nicely slutty skin-baring (thank you, Jenny), there was a note about having been TURNED INTO A MOUSE on the counter (thank you, Eric, both for mentioning it and for giving Romeo a pre-coffee, pre-training with Arthur laugh), and the manager was spending most of his shift paging through fashion magazines and pondering if he really needed a new moisturizer regime.

Not that he moisturized. Ahem. Just, sometimes, you got bored, and your girlfriend's creams were right there, and you just happened to notice your skin was much smoother the next day. And so maybe you kept stealing a tiny bit of the cream, only now perhaps you should stop and buy your own because they'd introduced a new line with extra alpha-hydroxy acids that InStyle said was much better.

Pixie Dust was open, and a NOW HIRING sign was back in the window.

[OOC: OCD got TURNED INTO A MOUSE. Eric's note modded with permission of notasuiciderisk.]

Trooper Station; Monday [06/08 ].

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

Okay. She could do this. Last week was all sorts of odd and off, but ever since Saturday night, Daisy felt like she'd done a pretty good job of setting things back on track again. Meditation, some baking, a good spar, a nice evening with Ben. There was really no reason why shouldn't couldn't go into the station today, business as usual, and forget about that whole sleeping with the new guy thing. No reason to be awkward about it, right? Water under the bridge. Possibly even something to pretend never actually happened at all, really. They were professionals here.

Professionals who arrested horsies and shot harpies and helped students track down mutant alligators in sewer systems, but professionals all the same.

So, resolved, Daisy settled in to write up the transcripts for the weekend's radio broadcasts, and didn't get far before she wondered if she should create a separate file for them under 'Should Be Dismissed Entirely Because Half of Everyone's off the Rocker.'

Actually, Daisy was thinking that they needed a general file for Saturday's broadcasts from here on in, labeled 'Deadpool's Broadcasts: Most Likely Utterly Unreliable, but Good for a Giggle or Two.'

[[ open station is open! ]]

Cabot and Associates; Monday [ 06/08 ].

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Ahh, work. Turtle was always fond of work, especially work she enjoyed, because it meant she could easily forget about being a stupid teenager and do something productive and important instead. She was loathe to admit it, but the weekend in England did seem to help a little, and she'd even gotten the right workplace today, even if every once in a while, she wondered if she was missing out on helping along a really good sale by not being at the store today. But trying to help with the cases here was more important than any old sale, anyway.

She kept some coffee going and fresh, even if it was disgusting, and relished in being able to work hard and productively for the day.

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

The Perk [Monday Afternoon]

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica was comfortably ensconsed at a table with a large cup of coffee close at hand. There was a danish on a plate, but that was largely ignored as she worked on her lesson plan for tomorrow.

There might have been snickering.



[oooooooopen; sweet zefron I'm exhausted and bored out of my mind today. entertain me!]

Covenient Garden Flower Shoppe, Monday, 8 May

[loverlyviolets]

Eliza'd scrubbed the Sharpie off the sign before she opened the store. She just felt like washing up today, for some reason!

Any customers would find her bopping happily about the place, humming and dusting.

The sign in the window read:

Covent Garden Flowers

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

[Open!]

Stark Industries, Monday

[endsthegame]

It was Sunday when it had worn off; Ender knew because he'd been up on the roof, and he'd felt more than his fair share of Fandom issues falling off his shoulders by now. It didn't mean that he wasn't still thinking, but it meant that everything could now be shovelled into the realm of the purely theoretical, and that was easier.

He was idly making his way through one of Fiona's books as he fiddled with something or another. A breathing unit. It might be useful for class, and he didn't know how to put one together yet.

If nothing else, he was learning how to manage his resources.

[[ open! watch as I commence spammage ]]

The Magic Box, Monday

[stylin-wizard.livejournal.com]

Alex opened up the shop early, wondering what Fandom was going to come up with next. Sometimes the island amused her.

Shaking her head, Alex straightened up the front counter and the window display, wondering what this week was going to bring.

The Magic Box is open!

Chilly Boulder, Monday after classes

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"So, I'm thinking, two banana splits, or, a banana split and a chocolate-brownie-sundae, and we can share," Dinah said as they approached the door to the ice cream shop. "With Mountain Dew!"

[For puppy_fair, but open for all your ice cream, huggy, bouncy needs]

Caritas - Monday Evening - Open

[konoha-flash.livejournal.com]

Yondaime was determined to make this a good week, nevermind the fact that none of his letters back home had been answered that could be anything, didn't mean the village was distroyed or everyone was dead or anything like that.

Nope not at all.

The Zombies were taking bets on how long Yondaime could convince himself of that. The pool was open for anyone making a bet.

The Gig, Monday

[shiniernyours.livejournal.com]

Bender opened up the stables and let the horses out into the paddock. Finding a spot in the shade Bender got down to work.

He'd picked out a couple of books, one tucked inside the other. Oh, yeeah. Bender was just going to be here awhile.

[Open, la]

43 Unicorn St. --soon to be Imperial Brim-- [Monday, June 8, Afternoon]

[irulan-atreides.livejournal.com]

Irulan moved her head and studied the building she had handwavily purchased. After some minor reconstructions Irulan judged she can open the shop within a few days.

In fact Irulan already had a name chosen for the shop. She even had a crate of hats delivered to this address. Irulan took out one hat headpiece in particular. It was a replica of a headpiece she wore in her youth. She no longer wore it but it retained a special place in her heart.

((Imperial Brim is still closed and undergoing inspection but the doors are very much open!))