Stark Industries

[carsexual]

Sam had remembered the coffee this time, so that was good. He was sure he'd forgotten something else, but it wasn't coffee, so it probably didn't matter that much. He really needed to start making lists somewhere other than on his PDA, since then he could never find them again.

For someone so well-versed in alien robot technology after that time he'd had to help them put Bee's legs back on, and who worked for a tech genius, he was surprisingly inept with plain old human technology. Somehow it didn't bother him too much. He was too busy worrying about everything else.

Stark Industries is open.

Fandom Fight Club, Atlas Gym. Sunday Evening [6.14]

[atreideslioness]

"We've been doing this a couple months now," Tyler said abruptly once the group was gathered. Ghani stood at his side, laughing at some private joke. "It's evaluations day so we can see who's moved up a level, who's stagnant, and who's getting worse."

He gestured to the mats. "Beginners there, intermediates there, advanced there. We're going to lead you in some totally handwavy exercises. Try to follow along. Next week we'll have new rankings."

"While your group isn't sparring, you're free to finds your own matches. Now, beginners? Let's get to it."

[OCD up, see OOC note!]

Cafe Fina, Sunday

[puppy_fair]

It was bound to happen, really.

The dishes had listened to last night's radio broadcast.

And it was only a matter of time before one of them slipped up and called Zack 'Puppy.' And once one of them had done it, there was no turning back. Ever. The whole crew was doing it, soon enough.

This led to a good deal of pouting, from Zack. Puppyfaces, the dishes insisted.

Today's Specials:
Free Playful Puppy Cupcakes with every meal!

Zack knew that he was fighting a losing battle when the pepper shaker proudly presented him with a people-sized dog collar with his name etched into the tag.

Cafe Fina was open. And in a very puppyful mood, apparently.

[The dish ran away with the spoon, which is normal around here, but it took the OCD along with it. I'll catch pings when I'm home from work later today!]

The Gig, Sunday

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Yesterday had been frustrating at times, but in the end things had worked out really well- especially as far as Firekeeper's stomach was concerned, those had been some excellent french fries.

So Firekeeper and Blind Seer were in a good mood as they opened up the Gig and did their chores for the day, telling the horses of their 'adventure' outside Fandom as they did so.

[the OCD has been thrown out with the bathwater.]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Sunday [6/14]

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

It wasn't her normal day, but Mary had been hoping to hire someone for Sundays for a while now and not found anyone. It seemed like the smart thing to do was actually see how many people came in on a Sunday.

So Mary sat behind the front desk, flipping through a magazine as she waited.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Caribbean Salmon with Guava Barbecue Sauce

Now Hiring!

[No OCD, and SP until this evening.]

Things Reborn, Sunday

[iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com]

Things Reborn mostly dealt in clothing and accessories. But every now and then, Ben would get some donations that really interested him. This was one of those days. He set up a display with all sorts of surplus science equipment. Lab equipment! Microscopes, both regular and pocket sized! Various electrical components! And so much more.

If you didn't know that Ben was a huge nerd before, you would now that he was demonstrating the Peltier effect as well as the reverse Seebeck effect with a thermoelectric demo unit.

[OOC: I have no clue what that last sentence actually means.

ETA: I didn't really think about the fact that there might be some things on that website that are dangerous things that could start fires. Ben will almost certainly be hesitant to sell anything dangerous things to anyone but an adult (especially teachers or science types). It's a whole issue of his deeply rooted responsibility issues. Please keep that in mind.]

The York Gallery; Sunday [ 06/14 ].

[perfectmissyork.livejournal.com]

Must work today. Must not slack off and look at wedding stuff. Work today. No slacking off and looking at wedding stuff. Must...

...well, maybe just a little peek wouldn't hurt.

And so it began all over again, and Charlotte found herself having a very productive day at the gallery, just not productive in the way it should have been.

The York Gallery is open!

Wellspring Arms & Meditation

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

Biff had tried out a new yoga move early in the morning before he opened the store.

Which was why Biff was now limping as he moved around and dusted.

He wasn't quite as bendy as he'd needed to be.

Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

[all4thewookiees.livejournal.com]

Jolee and Tino watched as a terrifying sight was unfolding. It wasn't a terrifying sight like they saw in the back room the one day, although it did share the same participants.

The zombie bass player got down on one half of a knee and proposed to Zombie Yoko. When he put the ring on her finger, the finger fell off. And then, suddenly, a chipmunk ran into the bar, grabbed the finger in its teeth, and scampered off with two zombies lurching after it.

"Does that mean they're not engaged?" Jolee asked Tino. Tino shrugged. "I don't think a squirrel would have done that. They're too smart and that finger can't be healthy." Tino shrugged.

[OOC: In zombie culture, losing one's ring finger means that no engagement took place. Strange but true as far as I know. Vague inspiration for this post by trickster_twin.]

Chilly Boulder, Sunday Afternoon

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Jennifer had promised to show Alice the delights of a flavor known as Cherry Garcia, a name which still struck Alice as being horribly familiar somehow, but she couldn't quite place it. She hoped that at least there were cherries involved. It would be a terribly mean sort of trick, to promise one cherries in a name and then omit them. Unless the cherry in question was metaphorical, but one hardly expected poetry from ice cream.

"Perhaps I'll get a banana split," she mused. "One scoop of the Garcia flavor, and then I can get two others. Or would that ruin the effect? I wouldn't get the Garcia in its pure, untouched form."

(Expecting Miss Walters, but it's as open as Chilly Boulder can be!)