Strokes of Genius, Wednesday

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

It had been damn quiet all day yesterday with everyone gone. Perhaps oddly, Katchoo was not really a fan of this.

Or maybe the silence was just jarring.

Yeah. That had to be it.

[OOC: Who has no inspiration today? Yeah, that'd be me.]

Trooper Station, Wednesday

[onyoursixboss.livejournal.com]

It was quiet this week. Really, really quiet.

Enough that even Tony was all caught up on paperwork and now was just dicking around online for something to do.

What? It was that or take a nap at his desk!

Android's Dungeon [Open 7/1]

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

It was a bleary-eyed and moderately sleepy Claire who came in to open the comics shop today a touch later than usual. The trip yesterday and this morning had been amazing and wonderful and exhausting.

She had a coke and was hoping the caffeine would get a chance to wake her up.

Then she found the note from Sarah on the counter. Telling her that she had to unexpectedly leave the island and that Claire was in charge until a new manager was hired. She was too tired to realize what all that might entail.

She did, however, stick a sign in the window.

Android's Dungeon
NOW HIRING
Inquire Within

Guilty as Charged - 7/1 - Early Afternoon

[i-lovedfalling.livejournal.com]

With the air conditioning finally working again, and the party this past weekend working as an antidote to her homesick feeling, Haley was in a pretty good mood as she opened up shop.

In fact, given an extra boost of energy by a Gogol Bordello playlist and a large cup of coffee, she was actually finishing up the window display that she had started working on last week. It wasn't that the display was taking her long to set up; she had just been really lazy about it before.

Anyway, as she continued to work, Haley knew that it wouldn't be the best window display ever, but it was something; it was something that would hopefully bring a few more customers in.

If the window display didn't work? Well, who could resist gypsy punk?

MCA Lobby; Wednesday [ 07/01 ].

[no-snow-white.livejournal.com]

Well, today was the first day of a new month, and so it just seemed right that it would be Rachel's first day really setting to the task of the new responsibility placed on her shoulders, squared proudly in a very nice jacket, professional and feminine, and she thought again to herself, if the girls could see me now! No more shadow of a red dress behind her husband, who people only talked to because it was a social service and not because they wanted to, but a individual woman on her own right.

"Now let's see..." Unsure of where to start, Rachel sorted through a few things and then got to what was probably the best place. It didn't involve anything like getting to actually familiarize herself with who was who in her building, but more like familiarizing herself with who was where, what they owed in rent, and when their payments were due. She was here to run a business here, people, not make best friends forever.

The Lighthouse, Tuesday

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Murdock was at the lighthouse bright and extra early. He felt the need to make up for totally spacing and not coming by last week.

He was checking the wiring, fixing the plaster and anything else he could think of that needed doing.

(yah, lame post I know)

Dite's Decadent Delights, Wednesday, 7 PM - Grand Opening!

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

At first, she hadn't thought much beyond zapping in the blasted register for taking money. After all, she was a goddess, how hard could it be? All she had to do was point, and the drawer opened, money and change already inside.

Then she remembered she couldn't do that in front of customers. With a sigh she plugged it in and picked up the instructions.

An hour later, after numerous beeps, buzzes and curses, the book flew across the store, thunking hard into a display of naughty dice games for couples. Aphrodite glared at the machine -- thing -- and ( pointed at it. )

"Six . . . five . . . " She hit the switch and some funky jazz music started playing. "Four . . . three . . ." The blinds came up. "Two . . . one . . ." She unlocked the door, flung it open, and waited for the crowds to enter.

"Darn it, I don't even have my hat yet."


(OOC: Dite awaits your presence. The time is seven, so anyone coming back from Arrakis can be there, and flyers were handwavily distributed. Please wait for the OCD. OCD is up!)

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Wednesday

[intraspective]

Ino's mood was pensive and not really in the mood to sit still so she was idly walking up and down the aisles of the store, mentally making a list of everything that was there.

Probably not really needed but it gave her something to do that was more than sitting around and brooding or fussing with her plants (and brooding). Besides, it was an interesting memory exercise.

Wellspring Arms is Open!

The Gig, Wednesday, July 1

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Gwynn was quite cheerful when she showed up for work. She had had a good weekend -- what with seeing Conner and then going to the dance -- so she was happy as she took care of the horses.

Once the feeding and cleaning was taken care of, she turned the horses loose in the paddock and sat beneath one of the trees to keep an eye on them while she worked on a letter home.

She probably should not mention that she had been ogled due to the dress she had worn. While she had enjoyed it, her family and Briton probably wouldn't understand.

Or be happy.

The Gig is open.

Atlas Gym, Wednesday, 7/1

[tyler_gone]

There was not a single towel to be found when Tyler got to work at the gym this morning.

Weird. It was almost like they were onto him.

Deciding he didn't care about the gym's laundry needs, he plopped himself down at the counter and pulled out some knitting needles and a ball of yarn. Someone was getting a stylish pink beret with pompoms by the end of summer no matter what.

[OOC: Open gym. OCD found a river it could skate away on.]

Ching Tai; Noontime, Wednesday [ 07/01 ].

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

Daisy had been craving dim sum an awful lot lately, which she was going to chalk up to a vague and subconscious homesickness and not even consider other possibilities, thank you. The craving did make it easy to decide where she and DiNozzo would meet for their First-Wednesday-of-the-Month lunch. Without her class, she spent the morning with Ralph working on shooting and then a bit of a patrol, although the town was pretty quiet with that field trip.

She got to the Chinese place a little early, grabbing them a booth and sipping on some tea before her colleague and the rest of it came along later.

[[ Daisy here for the partner in crime fighting, but open restaurant is open for all your Chinese needs ]]

Covent Garden Flowers [7/1]

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Joan was on time for work and got all of the flowers watered and trimmed and whatnot.

But she was mostly worried about Penelope. She just wished there was something she could do to help her friend.

Covent Garden Flowers

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

Cafe Fina - Wednesday - 7/1

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Today found a rather productive Liir working in the kitchen, quite pleased to lose himself in cooking for the day, as he'd told Ino he would.
Today's Specials
Banana Chicken Curry
Lobster with Chili Lime Butter
Stonefruit Chutney
Frozen Watermelon Lime Bars
The Cafe Fina was open.
[ocd free!]

Outback Steakhouse, Wednesday Evening

[bitten_notshy]

Despite a shower and a change of clothes, the slight, pleasant cinnamon aroma of Arrakis still lingered in Jack's nose when he got to the restaurant for the dinner that would serve as Tony's belated birthday gift.

He wondered if he was imagining the scent as he let the hostess show him to a seat and started idly looking at the menu, keeping an eye trained on the door for Tony. He would have to ask if Tony noticed it too.

[OOC: For Mr. Foster, please, but it is an open steakhouse!]

The Perk; Wednesday Afternoon [ 07/01 ].

[perfectmissyork.livejournal.com]

It was already July. How was it already July? JULY! So not only did Charlotte have another horrible birthday looming on the horizon, but this gave her so not enough time to really pull this wedding together. Still, Charlotte was determined. Wanting to get out of the apartment to better focus, Charlotte was set up at a table at the Perk, with her laptop and her cell phone and a bunch of other things, hard at work and multitasking, refined to an art over the ears.

And coffee. A lot of, lot of coffee. She had to schedule something for a photo with Dale for an announcement before the invitations went out, she needed to decide on a caterer, arrange for a dress fitting with Anthony, arrange for a dress approving session with the girls because she couldn't exactly leave them entirely to their own devises, and then there was possibly a non-wedding related thing to deal with with trying to decide if she wanted to squeeze in one special showing at the gallery before the big event, just because.

Work, work, work! But she loved it, and she considered herself interruptable, too. Always time to talk to other people.


[[ and open for all Perk-o-lated needs ]]

The Lighthouse, Wednesday Morning

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It was far too warm to be hanging from a harness attached to the railing of the top of the tower, hanging over a hundred plus foot drop, wearing a shirt. That's why Tully was doing his work topless.

And...maybe there was the vague hope that some pretty ladies would happen by and see him.

Bracing himself with only one leg while letting the broken one hang free was easier than he'd thought. And after several days of this, the railing and decking was looking rather spiffy.

[Open! There is still a Help Wanted sign down at the bottom of the drive.]

Caritas, Wednesday, July 1st

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Newly acquired keys in hand, Chuck strolled into Caritas about an hour before the bar was scheduled to open. He looked pretty damn smug as he walked around slowly, inspecting everything. He had been in here many times before but it was different today. So, so different

"Get everything cleaned up and tape the zombies together, Tino. We're opening early tonight," Chuck said once he spotted the very confused looking bartender. "And before you open your mouth to argue, I'd take a look at this--"

Chuck pulled out the deed to Caritas out of his coat pocket and placed it onto the bar. Tino looked down and started reading, eyes widening more and more has he read. Slowly he lifted his head up to look at Chuck.

"That's right. This is my bar now," Chuck said with a slow smile. "If you start begging now maybe I'll let you keep your job."

That was all that needed to be said to get Tino in gear getting the zombies ready.

Chuck looked around the bar happily. "I feel like I just acquired Park Place in Fandom Monopoly."

[Yes, Chuck is the new owner of Caritas. No, not kidding. I'm around! About that around thing. There has been a friend emergency (a break up omg) and I must go out and comfort. So I'm only around for the next hour or so. Sucks, I know.]

The Docks, Wednesday

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Jack had decided not to actually leave the slip today, and was just fishing from where his boat was parked. He'd slipped while casting and the line had gone over the dock and landed in the water on the other side, but he'd just shrugged, called that good, and laid back to relax. Hopefully, no one would trip over that.

He'd lost his old sign, so he'd drawn up a new one with a piece of cardboard and a Sharpie.


Captain Jack's Wild Ride
Airmen do it better - even on a boat