Luke's Diner, June 15 (Monday)

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Lacey was in a bit of a whirling dervish mode today, scurrying from one end of the diner to the other dusting corners, wiping down tables, rearranging condiment racks, and more likely than not talking on the phone the whole time.

Someone had an Idea again, one that involved switching out at least part of the diner's coffee supply for a fair trade brand that sponsored soccer teams for its farmers' kids.

Today's Special
Spinach and Cheese Quiche
Roasted Red Pepper Sandwich
Barley and Vegetable Soup

Luke's is open, Lacey has ideas, and it'd be nice if this one went smoothly at least, huh?

Stark Industries, Monday

[endsthegame]

With no new mission from up above, Ender found himself as free as he'd been the past few weeks, to work on his own projects. He was poking through equations now, stuff he'd gotten from home on interspace travel, relative speeds, the works.

There were a few theories he'd like to test, and while he wasn't the world's biggest math whiz, he knew enough to keep himself busy all day.

[ open! ]

Trooper Station; Monday [ 06/15 ].

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

At her desk, Daisy stretched a little and stifled a yawn, shaking her head at her computer screen. It was almost eerie to think that she had already finished the transcripts for the weekend's radios; they just seemed to short and sweet this weekend. Must have been a slow one. But, considering the sorts of things that usually stuffed the broadcasts up a bit, weird occurances, random monsters, etc, etc, she was thinking it was rather nice to have some brief ones every once in a while.

Even if this did mean she had to get started on that paperwork Ralph had brought over. "Ralph, how is there more paperwork now when nothing's happened than there is when things do happen?"

Ralph just shrugged. How was he supposed to know? He just worked here.


[[ open station is oooppppeeeeen! ]]

Cabot and Associates; Monday [ 06/15 ].

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Mondays were swiftly becoming Turtle's favorite days, especially since a few things usually happened on the weekends that left her feeling a little off-course again. But coming into the office, settling down into the desk, and losing herself in some work was just the thing to wrangle thing back in focus again. She felt she might have actually been making some headway on something, too, it was just the matter of finding one, tiny, teeny weeny piece of information that she knew was out there waiting for her to find it...And find it she would, mark her words!

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

Cabot and Associates is open!

Pixie Dust, Monday, 6/5

[withoutverona]

Another Monday, another day at Pixie Dust, and Romeo was starting to go slightly anxious about the future of the store after he left, since he was down to his last few weeks.

Still: A lot could happen in a few weeks. Romeo wasn't going to worry overmuch, even if he did put some extra time into trying to get the store's finances in order before going over to the men's side of the store and starting to pull clothes for Reno. Jeans, khakis, a few dark t-shirts and sweaters...

It was boring. But it was what was needed.

Pixie Dust was open.

Covent Garden Flowers, Monday, 15 June

[loverlyviolets]

Had someone learned that there was now an actual hat shop in town, and was someone humming her way about her own shop wearing a completely impractical only-worn-once-to-the-races hat of her own in celebration of that fact?

Someone had, and someone was, yes.

Someone's outdoor sign was appropriately obscured with tiger-lily blossoms until it looked like it said what it was supposed to say, and the window sign read, as usual:

Covent Garden Flowers

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

[Open!]

The Magic Box, Monday

[stylin-wizard.livejournal.com]

"No, Max. You cannot have my room! ... no, I haven't moved out!" Alex rolled her eyes as she opened up the shop.

"Yes Max, I will be coming home at some point. There are things called holidays, you know." Really, Max. Alex would've laughed if he was joking. She knew he wasn't, though. "My room is off limits Max, okay? ... good. Talk to you later."

Hanging up, Alex flopped down behind the counter and may have facepalmed a couple of times. Brothers.

The Magic Box is open!

The Gig, Monday

[shiniernyours.livejournal.com]

Bender huffled through putting the horses through their paces. He'd run out of beer on Sunday and was 'working' through a hangover. Stupid squishy human influence - a hangunder.

Horses seen to and a quick drink run later and Bender had found a shady spot, where he could write his complaint letter and tie it to a brick. That ethanol-free shampoo (and conditioner) manufacturer would never know what hit them. Between the eyes - or their legs. Bender didn't care.

Now, how to spell 'incendiaries'.

[Scoffs the OCD]

Jeff, God of Biscuits, Monday Evening

[puppy_fair]

Today was a cookie day. That was the verdict for tonight's mandatory sugar-outing, and Zack was more than willing to embrace that change of pace. You couldn't have ice-cream every Monday, after all.

... Well, you could. But there was always the danger of getting sick of ice cream (heaven forbid!) and so it was always wise to mix it up a little, anyhow. Right? Of course right.

"So, what kind do you want? There's chocolate chip, peanut butter..."

And it was never a bad time for cookies, anyhow.

[Zack is here with Dinah, but J, GoB is open for all of your evening baked-goods cravings!]

The Arms Hotel - Monday

[pyroliz.livejournal.com]

Liz was on time for her shift, making sure that everything was set up and that the specials were placed out before she opened.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials: Grilled Fish with Salad

[open! No OCD]