The Gig: Thursday [6-25-09]

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Stalls were cleaned, horses cared for, everything was spic and span in a few hours. Then Helen was free to spend the rest of the time with the horses.

She's easy enough to find if anyone needs anything.

Strokes of Genius, Thursday

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The easel was back out today, the earphones were back in, and Katchoo was humming along with the mix of music on her crappy little MP3 player. A little more subdued than yesterday, feeling bad for Ino and all, but still . . . in what came close to an actually good mood.

Scary.

[OOC: And yeah, don't anticipate being online until I get home tonight, so. Yeah.]

Cabot and Associates, 63 Serendipity Way, Thursday

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

Jennifer's usual drive to research heavily was tempered today. She'd just finished her first term at the school, and was definitely feeling the need to just relax for a day. However, her work ethic did have her still working diligently... just at a more normal level.

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

[ooc: Open, and OCD-less]

Covent Garden Flowers, Thursday, June 25

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

After the Superhero Fashion Show, Dinah headed for work and started putting together another shipment of stuff for Reno to take her mind off the whole thing. She was also thinking about making SAVE GAIA - GREEN IS GOOD T-shirts for the fundraising possibilities.

Covent Garden Flowers

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

Covent Garden Flowers is open.

Coyote Medicine, Thursday [6/25]

[spiritandsword]

It was Thursday and that meant Annja was at work.

Currently, she was sitting behind the counter with catalogs of Native American goods and supplies and making notations of what needed to be ordered.

COYOTE MEDICINE
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
THE MEDICINE WOMAN IS AROUND


[[No OCD today]]

Guilty As Charged - Thursday 6/25

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Jon was at work, and wishing he wasn't. The air conditioning was still out but it wasn't hot that hot out yet. He did have the doors up and a fan going to circulate what breeze there was.

Of course, the fan was loud, which meant he had to turn the music up even louder. And it was a Creedance Clearwater Revival sort of day.

Turtle & Canary -- Thursday

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Today, Maron was entertaining herself by reorganizing the end-caps to the aisles so that they were neater. It crossed her mind that this was probably a good thing to do, but in all honesty she was mostly doing it because looking at them made her fingers itch to rearrange.

She turned up the radio and cheerfully sang and danced along as she worked.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Ice, Summer Breeze, Sunburn (Red)

Turtle & Canary is Open!

Imperial Brim [Wednesday, June 24]

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Irulan has made peace with her sound system and she was even finding a few songs very interesting. She hummed along with the song and even moving her head from side to side.  She went to the door and flipped the sign around.

((Open! OCD has ran away!))

Luke's Diner, Thursday

[lovemykilt]

It wasn't his usual style -- and he had the cute t-shirt slogans to prove it -- but Priestly had spent the weekend eating bugs. So Luke's had gone vegetarian for the day.

Which, naturally, didn't stop the cook from trying to get Priestly to munch on ants on a log.

Today's Specials
Veggie burgers
Lentil salad
Banana pudding

Luke's was open.

Sushi Station: Thursday Evening

[famous-gut.livejournal.com]

"Here you go, Doc," Gibbs said opening the door for his guest. "Supposed to be the best sushi in town. Of course I think it's the only sushi in town."

And then Gibbs paused as he actually saw what was inside the restaurant.

"With a conveyor belt."

Huh.

That was different.

[Gibbs is here for Brennan but post is open for all with a sushi craving.]

The beach, late Thursday afternoon

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah left Tony a message after she left work to meet her at the beach. Getting there, she kicked off her sandals and wandered back and forth in the surf.

[ooc: for wantstodirect, and their conversation probably NFB after a certain point, but fine to report as being there.

Open after, as beaches are.]

The Park; Thursday Afternoon [ 06/25 ].

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Sometimes, it was just best not to tell Minsc about certain things, because they got Minsc to thinking, about adventuring and the like, and, while he was very good at adventuring and the like, he wasn't too particularly good at thinking. He decided to take a stroll with Boo on his shoulder, trying to reason with himself that he should just leave other worlds' business to other worlds, but he was a noble fellow. Trouble, no matter where it happened, trouble him.

He seemed to be trying to think of solutions.

"I really don't think," he was telling Boo, "that it would be that hard for just six people to...sorry, Boo, six people and one miniature giant space hamster...to take down a whole Emperor, if you did it right. We took down Sarevok, didn't we? He was pretty evil. We'd need a thief," he said, "we couldn't have done anything without Lady Imoen, I don't think, sneaky sneaky! She's a lot better at that than me! I'm the brute force! And intelligence, of course, got to have intelligence, that's the Spawn of Bhaal right there, and magic, need magics, a cleric like Branwen, and a mage like Dynahe--"

Minsc stopped. He stopped for a very, very long time.

Then he shook his head.

"Maybe if we build a giant wooden badger..."


[[ Minsc is to run into a certain blonde who knows who she is; their thread is locked to them, please! But open for all your park needs, and all your Minsc needs, too, if you're not minding some SP, especially later! ]]

the onsen - thursday afternoon - 6/25

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

Fiona was reasonably sure, after the craziness with the fashion show and the talk with Loki this morning, that the onsen was the best place she could be. That she was there with Griff made it even better, if that was possible, and she was smiling as she led him through the door.

"Smells good," she noted.

[here for the boy, but the onsen is open like an open thing; and LJ needs to cut this crap out, man]

MCA Lobby; Late Thursday Afternoon [ 06/25 ].

[no-snow-white.livejournal.com]

Well, boy howdy, here it was. After a very unexceptable delay of the last leg of her flight and a rude cabdriver who kept looking at her in the rear view mirror with eyes that said he was trying to see straight through her poison green silk blouse, Rachel Price had made it to Fandom Island. And good riddance, too! There was hardly anyone to help her with her luggage as she made her way toward where she could only assume the building was, and while she had packed lightly, it was still a lot to carry. No wonder it was called luggage! There had been that man in the park, could probably lift the whole of it with his pinky, but, let's face it, the man was weird and ginormous and talked to a hamster. And the hamster probably had rabies! So no thank you! Really, saying no was probably the best idea Rachel had ever had. If she'd have said yes, she'd probably be dead and mutilated under a dumpster somewhere instead of scoping out her new business and property.

Her new business and property. Looking around, taking it in. Rachel was able to forget her narrow brush with doom, death, and danger, giving a proud sigh of relief. If her friends could see her now! If Bethlehem High could see her now! A successful, step-forward woman on her own accord, without even a man, especially not a scumbag like Eeben. It didn't seem to matter to her that she'd bought the place with Eeben's money; as far as she was concerned, she earned that money fair and square and ten times over. Being married to him all those years, she deserved it, believe you me!

Carefully, weaving out of the sea of luggage at her feet, Rachel ran a gloved finger (a lady needed gloves) over the edge of the front counter and was pleased to see that it came up only slightly dingy. Still, the place would need a face life, a woman's discriminately touch. She fumbled for her keys and dragged a few things into the manager's apartment, grateful to find it extremely nice. A bar and everything! Rachel had hit paved dirt.

She was tempted to start unpacking now, but she sternly reminded herself that she was a business professional now, a right modern woman blazing the trail and blah blah blah. A modern woman dove right into the task at hand. Which was why Rachel was behind the front desk in the lobby, trying to sort things out already.

And giving the computer monitor weird looks. "Why, this is the strangest television set I have ever seen..."


[[ and the new landlord is officially in! Post is very open, though subject to SP in a few hours. However, SP is always love! ]]

The York Gallery [6/25]

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Eve got the gallery open on time unlike her mun and settled down behind the reception desk.

Life was good. Boring at the moment, but otherwise good. And honestly, boring was a damn good thing sometimes.

Since life was boring and the gallery was going well, what was she doing?

Yup. More Oregon Trail.

Caritas [Thursday evening]

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Given the events of the prior weekend, Robin was pleased when she came to work and no one seemed to be wearing lycra or blasting really horrific music, or asking her to sign their boobs.

That is, until she spotted Tino's bedazzled denim jacket, and heard the humming, both of which -- she was almost certain -- were meant to simply annoy her.

(She was right, and they did.)

[with LJ misbehaving and my day having been hellish, modding Tino is your best bet unless you don't mind a little scatterbrainedness.]