Arms Hotel Main Ballroom [Sunday workshops]

[canadianpopstar.livejournal.com]

How to Leave Your Mark On the Music World - Jigglypuff

Being a Cross-Over Superstar: How to turn your musical success into success in other fields - Jackie Moon

Performing for a Cause - Dominic Deegan

The Perk, Saturday Evening

[gkar-lastkhari.livejournal.com]

G'Kar had quite a lot to think about from his recent trip home. Negotations seemed to be accomplishing nothing and it was an understatement to say things were tense.

Despite offers from the various Interstellar Alliance goverments to put pressure on EarthDome to change the regulations regarding telepaths, the human telepaths resisted. Actually, it was more PsiCorp that was resisting.

G'Kar was beginning to think they wanted a war. And given what he knew of them, that realization wasn't exactly surprising.

The coffee and muffin nearby remained untouched as he wrote thoughts, ideas, speculations and observations in his journal.

(open! figured he needed something before going straight into work :)

Cafe Fina, Sunday

[puppy_fair]

Today was 'curl up in a ball and whimper day' for Zack, who had woken up cramped in that booth at the radio station with scribbles on his face, mud in his hair, and his first hangover ever. There wasn't a status modifier item invented yet that could change exactly how fiercely he was loathe to face the day.

And then he'd shown up for work. At Cafe Fina. Where they were cooking. Food.

Today's Specials:
Lemon in Black Coffee
Banana and Honey Smoothie
Chicken Soup
(Half-off if you're seeking out hangover remedies, today. Double cost if you're the one who got Zack drunk and/or the one who drew on his face.)

Okay, today was 'curl up in a ball and whimper while trying not to vomit and poutily tolerating the napkins as they cleaned him up' day.

He was lucky he had such understanding coworkers, really. They were here, instead of taking part over at that music convention that they'd probably feel right at home at.

[OOC: Fina is open for all of your singing anthropomorphic dishes and/or dining needs!]

Pixie Dust, Sunday

[notasuiciderisk.livejournal.com]

This week, Eric was prepared.

... For what, he wasn't entirely certain; he was mostly entertaining vague thoughts of proving to Harper that there was absolutely no chance whatsoever of him ever, y'know, liking her. To that end, he... ... ...

Okay, so he wasn't prepared. He didn't have the first clue how to handle things, no matter the advice he'd been getting lately. Regardless, Pixie Dust was open.

And if you knew how to get rid of crazy stalkers, you'd probably get a 50% discount.

[OCD-free over here, too!]

Fandom Fight Club, Atlas Gym. Sunday Evening [6.21]

[atreideslioness]

"Welcome back to Fight Club," Tyler began. "You've been put through drills, labeled, and classified in neat little boxes for us to play with. If that pisses you off ... it should. But it's how this works."

"If you don't like it, you can challenge our decision at any time," Ghanima continued cheerfully. "Of course, that means we get to throw you around the gym, so please, feel free to do so."

"Today, however, we'd prefer that you beat on each other first."

"Starting with you and you, you and you, and -- Ghanima, pick the last two." Tyler paced a few steps as he spoke.

"You, and you over there. And Max?" Ghanima grinned and crooked her finger at the large man. "I'd like to see you on the mat, please."

Who said she couldn't use Fight Club to make her own fun?

Mingle / RNG Fights / Open Sparring / Talk to the Organizers / Beginner Mats / OOC

[Wait for The OCD awaits, oh ye of little violent faith]

The York Gallery; Sunday [ 06/21 ].

[perfectmissyork.livejournal.com]

Charlotte had made only the briefest pause in her work today, to make sure everything was all set and meticulously proofread and reviewed before sending to the printers exactly what the invitations for the wedding needed to look like and how many she needed and exactly which envelopes to get, because that was incredibly important. She'd read somewhere that some women had actually died from too much wedding invitation glue. She didn't want to take any chances.

But once that was finished, she could refresh the usual Sunday tea service and then get back to work on more art related and business related work.

Okay, and maybe one new pair of shoes.

The York Gallery is open!

Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

Biff was Very Intrepid Employee, which is why he was in shop even though he didn't have thumbs or the ability to, you know, talk, due to a random attack of bunny-ing.

He sat on the counter and looked pissy.

Or as pissy as an adorable bunny could look.

[OOC: OCD free and huge bouts of SP today due to Fathers Day-ness]

Things Reborn, Sunday

[iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com]

With the convention in town, Ben had to dig out some older records that had been lying around and put them on display. It was stuff way older than anything he tended to listen to. Some of it might have even been older than anything Aunt May would have listened to. He was pretty sure that a couple of the records were hanging onto their basic shape through sheer will instead of disintegrating from age.

Just don't ask him how a record could have will. Ben wasn't one to ask those kinds of questions just in case he might get an answer.

Stark Industries, Sunday

[carsexual]

So apparently you weren't supposed to have food around the equipment, if the way Jarvis reacted to Sam's bag of potato chips was any indication. He thought it was kind of hypocritical considering he'd seen Mr. Stark and his thousand cups of coffee, but there was something about Mr. Stark knowing what he was doing. Which, Sam figured the computer had a point. So he'd been banished to over there.

Stark Industries, however, was open.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Sunday [6/21]

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Gunther was giving Mary really odd looks today, which was making her feel rather paranoid. She wasn't quite sure what had gotten into the chef. In any case, her cell phone was within reach on the front desk and she had Danny McCoy on speed dial.

She'd be glad to have some company to distract her.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Mojito Chicken
Grilled Banana Split Sundae

[No OCD since this is up late, but I'm around!]

Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

[all4thewookiees.livejournal.com]

Jolee and Tino weren't doing anything at all special tonight. Just a normal night. Tino was wearing a beret, but that's it.

[OOC: May be slowish.]