Strokes of Genius, Thursday

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo had been playing with her lighter the whole way down from class -- maybe not a surprise. She'd just gotten out of the insane spandex Fashion class, after all.

She didn't realize she was singing at first, when she sat down and started in on her sketchbook.

"I could paint you in the dark, 'cause I've studied you with hunger like a work of art
These are very secret days: I collect my information then I stow it all away
Call me when you breeze through to your appointments, the work you do
Call me, I'm collecting you."

Blink. Pause. Moment to beat herself in the head with the sketchbook.

( That, sadly, proved not to be enough to stop it. )

"Geez," Katchoo grumbled, abandoning the sketchbook to go out and smoke. Maybe that'd keep her mouth too occupied (if you said 'dirty' she might have to kill you because no) for more singing. What the hell.

[OOC: . . . there are way too many songs I could've used for Katchoo here, and the OCD's buried under the pile of them somewhere. Expect slowishness -- big boss is in the office today.]

Cabot and Associates, Thursday 7/16

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

Jennifer came into work after her class.

When she burst into a Dolly Parton song, she was more than a little disturbed.

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

Now Hiring

[ooc: Open! OCD free! I will be around, but tiny bouts of slow due to scrambling to pack.]

Covent Garden Flowers, Thursday, July 16

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

I'm walking on sunshine (whoa oh)
I'm walking on sunshine (whoa oh)
I'm walking on sunshine (whoa oh)
And don't it feel good (HEY!) Alright now
And don't it feel good (HEY!) Alright now
All right now yeah! (HEY!)

Covent Garden Flowers

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

Covent Garden Flowers is open. And Dinah has no idea it's any different than any other day.

[Muahahhaha.]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Thursday

[shiroi_tiger]

Algren would have liked to note that he was damn proud of himself for getting out of bed in order to come to work today. Yes, he was well-aware that it was his second shift at the Wellspring Arms ever, and it wasn't particularly the most taxing position on the island.

But he'd woken up humming the Garry Owen March this morning, and he was quite unable to stop. Coupled with the fact that his uniform was the only clean clothing he had on hand this morning, he had found himself headed for work looking like the poster boy for the 7th Cavalry.

No, he was not amused.

[Open Wellspring is Open. Just a note, I'm not going to be here all day, so if you want interaction with Algren, get it while it's hot.]

Atlas Gym, Thursday Morning

[tyler_gone]

Even now that he didn't work there anymore, there was absolutely nothing unusual in Tyler being at the gym on any given morning. Sit-ups, crunches, pull-ups, lifting weights until his muscles went numb -- if he wasn't fighting, that was about what he needed to make the day feel right to him.

What was unusual was that today he seemed to be in an inspirational training montage. A very dark inspirational training montage, with Tyler's feeble singing voice supplying the music.

( He used to rule the world, you see. )

He collapsed back on the weight-lifting bench after he finished. If he was lucky, no one would have heard him.

[OOC: This has been his song in my head since it came out -- and now it's FH canon. I love Once More with Fandom days. Open gym, anyhow.]

The Perk, Thursday mid-morning

[hes-aphantom.livejournal.com]

Danny had walked down between classes to grab a cup of coffee, and had just sat down with it when he sprung up again. "What the-" he started to say, but then he was filled with song.

( Cut for lyrics )

Danny took a breath, and then said, "Where did I get that falsetto from? And why did I waste that on a moment when there were no girls around?!"

Theodoric of York; Late Thursday Morning [ 07/16 ].

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

This was it. That whole thing in the bathroom had sealed the deal for Turtle. She needed something and that something was a change. So she marched her butt down to Theodoric of York and made that distinctly clear. A day at the spa, sure, to just sort of set things in the right tone, but first things first.

"I need a haircut," she decided.

And then, of course, broke out into song.

( A Devil's Haircut, in her mind. )

Turtle was nervous, of course, once the scissors stopped moving and the hair was dried and she was spun around to face herself in the mirror again. No random song this time, though, just a great big grin, a shake of her head to feel how the short cut felt against her face, and a very approving "Eeeeee!"


[[ open for all your spa-like needs! Yes, I'm using OMWF to inspire a plotpoint I've been meaning to do for ages. I'm special like that, and I've been dying to do this forever but just haven't felt the right pull! THANK YOU U2! ]]

The Streets of Fandom; Thursday Morning [ 07/16 ].

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

Really, the morning had started out very typical for Daisy, waking up, having a nice, healthy breakfast, and then getting dressed for work. She then laced up her roller skates to literally roll into the station as she had practically every morning since she got them.

But then she started out on her way and started to sing.

( She's got a brand new pair of roller skates... )

...Actually, Daisy breaking out into random, poorly but emphatically and enthusiastically sung song while doing something like this was pretty normal, too, so never mind. The day was still turning out pretty normal.


[[ and, naturally, open. I'm taking it as a sign that the fact that I don't have to work on evil Thursday is a sign to post as much shit as possible before I have to go AFK in the evening. I love this day. ]]

Turtle & Canary -- Thursday

[gods-gymnast.livejournal.com]

It was one of those days where you just woke up and had the urge to dance. Maron had work though, so she entertained herself by making every movement as graceful as possible as she did her job. It wasn’t until a little while later that she realized that she was singing as she did so:

( Dancing things, painted wings... )

Maron clapped her hands over her mouth, blinking in surprise, before turning to Apu. “What was that?”

Some time later, after talking to Turtle, Maron added a sale sign to the window:

On Sale Today!
50% off all throat lozenges and earplugs!

Today’s Squishy Flavors: Snow, Ruby Red, Ebony

Turtle & Canary is Open!

MCA Lobby; Thursday [ 07/16 ].

[no-snow-white.livejournal.com]

For all intents and purposes, Rachel was heading out into the lobby to get some work done. Real work, too, not just pretending like she was keeping herself busy to look all professional and perhaps dissuade people from bothering her.

Instead, there was some....rather unexpected (and very different from yesterday, jeez oh man) music. And singing. And dancing that should not be coming from such a sweet little preacher's daughter like herself, believe you me, and not at all safe for work.

( I need that, uh, to get me off; Sweat'n til my clothes come off... )

At least there was plenty of room in the lobby for all of that. But the problem was that Rachel was definitely feeling like there was still a lot more from wherever the heck that came from....


[[ um, obligatory! No OCD, and lobby is very much open. I've got a whole discography to work with here! ]]

Stark Industries: Thursday

[memberslonely.livejournal.com]

Lindsay was not happy with her recent transformation. Granted it could have been worse but reappearing naked after spending the weekend as a Barbie Doll was not something she'd like to remember.

That of course didn't stop her from poking at the Barbie Dream Car she had on her desk in a thoughtful manner.

And then suddenly a song popped into her head.

( And when she opened her mouth she began to sing in a horrible falsetto... )

Lindsay flopped down into her chair and glared around at the room as if it were somehow responsible for all of this.

"Jarvis? I need you to delete the last three minutes of video from the security feed."

Jarvis then kindly replied that such matters were not possible due to the security policies that Lindsay herself put in place.

"I so fucking hate you right now, Jarvis. I really do."

Guilty As Charged - Thursday [7/16]

[asgardcreated.livejournal.com]

The fact that something Fandom was going on today was very noticeable. So noticeable in fact, that Jon figured out before his first cup of coffee. Mostly because he was singing to the coffee maker. And trying not to talk just didn't help. He'd even considered duct taping his own mouth shut, until he realized that he didn't have the worst voice in the cabin. Or the school. Or even the town.

He was going to deal with it though. Even if he was singing to the skateboards as he stacked them in the back.

The Gig: Thursday [7-16-09]

[elephantgadget.livejournal.com]

For some reason Helen found herself thinking of Jamie today as she worked.

And before she knew it she was ( singing )

Strangely enough, when she got back to The Gig after a very odd Tactics class, the horses seemed to have gotten into ( the mood as well )

She was probably the only one that could understand them, but it didn't lessen her enjoyment any and before long she was singing along with them.

The Gig was open and full of music.

Luke's Diner, Thursday

[lovemykilt]

Priestly came into the diner that morning, unaware that anything weird was going on. (What? He always sang in his morning shower.) Unaware, that was, until he realized that the kitchen staff was doing some kind of crazy acapella number with percussion and background tones provided by beating on pots and pans.

He backed out of the kitchen slowly. The cook in this place could get freaky enough when he wasn't rubbing two whisks together and hitting the high notes.

Today's Specials
Ear plugs



Okay, fine, and sandwiches

Luke's was open.

Book Haven: Thursday [7-16-09]

[livingasheth.livejournal.com]

For some odd reason, Millie found herself singing as she opened the store today.

( She did love imagining... )

Book Haven was open!

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Thursday [7/16]

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

Hoshi was almost relieved to find nothing unusual happening at the hotel, just Gunther singing some German folk song from the kitchen. She figured it would be easy to tune him out while she did some reading at the front desk. She just hadn't realized how easy it would be to find a tune of her own.

( And then she started to sing. )

When she was done, Hoshi realized she'd gained an audience in the form of the sous chef, a couple of maids and a room service waiter. "Go away!" she barked, then went back to her book.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Asparagus Wrapped In Mozzarella and Prosciutto
Chicken Saltimbocca

Morgan's Hardware - Thursday, 7/17

[bau-beefcake.livejournal.com]

Morgan was going to scrub his face clear off. The hardware thing, sure, that was going well but the paperwork was going to eat him alive. That's why, you know, when all the windows on his screen closed and a new one popped up, he cursed.

And that was before the DOS window opened and the soft, child-like (passive aggressive) singing started.

( ...the cake is a lie, after all. )

Morgan stared at his computer for a few minutes before pressing his laptop closed and blinking a couple of times. He didn't want to move, mostly because he was 1. supremely creeped out and 2. completely confused.

He actually knocked over his chair when the phone rang. Then there was scrambling and grabbing and flipping open of his little cell before he practically slapped himself with it.

"...wheels up in how long, JJ?"

"Three hours."

"Thank God."

"Morgan? Are you all right?"

The agent eyed his laptop once more before starting to unplug the damn thing to get packed up in his bags. All right wasn't exactly the right word, but it's not like he could explain what was going on to JJ. His laptop usually didn't close all his documents (oh god, he hoped it'd saved them) (but no, it hadn't) and sing about cake.

"Yeah, just fine. See you in three."

Morgan's Hardware and Repair
Home improvement supplies - Plumbing - Electrical Work
Painting - Custom Carpentry - Installation
Closed Until Next Week Unless You Want A Job Right This Minute.
[ocdless, mostly establishy, but feel free to catch him while he's grabbing his stuff.]

Thursday: Groovy Tunes [7-16-09]

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

It was Thursday so Peyton was working at Groovy Tunes.

And it was Peyton so the music was either loud or depressing. And loud.

And the CDs were late arriving and she was feeling particularly alone (and more than a little uneasy about her interlude with Ipod and the others) and, well...

Before she knew it she was singing.

( Luckily, her voice wasn't nearly as bad as she thought it was... )

Welcome to Groovy Tunes.

Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday morning

[scruffnfeathers]

Mildred, the woman who came to clean the rectory on Tuesdays, had helpfully informed Castiel that, as the new religious leader, he'd be expected to give sermons. She hadn't mentioned that these traditionally happened on Sundays, so Castiel had decided to live up to his given title and give them on Thursdays.

He'd even sat down to plan out just what he would say for the first one. He was going to go with what he and Morgan had discussed, in regards to humanity's free will, and how you couldn't expect God or His angels, who had better things to do, to swoop in and stop every guy who got it in his head that he should cheat on his wife. Or, you know, kill people. It was going to be eloquent. It was going to be as passionate as an angel of his canon could be. It was going to move people.

It was not going to go according to plan.

( What does an angel sing when he's standing in front of an altar? )

If you needed the angel, he'd be out in the graveyard where, at the very least, he wouldn't have back up singers.

[ooc: Open!]

The streets of Fandom; Thursday Afternoon

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Okay, so the whole singing thing was weird. Really, really weird. And slightly embarrassing. Only slightly. He had a good singing voice, after all.

"Of course I have a good singing voice. I'm Chuck Bass," he said to himself. "I'm good at everything."

Well since you think you're so good, how about another song, hmm?

( Let's get some songs about Satan up in here )

Chuck smirked as soon as he stopped singing. "Goddamn, I love that song."

[Well I just had to. Open, naturally]

York Gallery [7/16]

[blackmagic-eve.livejournal.com]

Eve's walk to work had turned into something like a medley out of a Broadway musical -- except not with Broadway songs -- including her own handwavy rendition of Fleetwood Mac's "Black Magic Woman," so it wasn't terribly surprising that she was sitting at the reception desk with one hand over her mouth.

Yeah, let's see how long that one worked for.

The Docks, Thursday Afternoon

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

Today Tully was going out on his boat. With a new friend as a passenger. The weetiny frog, didn't even seem strange after having his conch and gecko turn human.

Robin rode on Tully's shoulder, and in anticipation of an afternoon's venture, neither noticed the music until it was too late.

"When course is laid, and the anchor's weighed," Tully sang. "A sailor's blood begins racing."

"With our hearts unbound and our flag unfurled," Robin added.

"We're under way and off to see that world!" Sang Tully.

"Under way and off to see the world!" added Robin.

"Hey ho, we'll go, any way the wind is blowing!" they sang together.

"Manly men are weeeeee!" Robin soloed. "Sailing for adventure on the deep blue sea!"

[Post is open for anyone who wants to come by or join in the fun. I'd love to see a big group number. Tully's got room for at least three more people. Lyrics are here.]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Thursday afternoon

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

Aphrodite had been humming all day. Since she had always liked music, this didn't seem unnatural to her.

Of course, normally there wasn't any accompaniment, and while she'd seen people sing in the park before, she'd never seen anyone sing about their job as they walked down the street, with a full hidden orchestra accompanying them.

"Okay, Fandom, what are you up to now?"

She got safely to the store and raised the blinds, flipping the sign on the door, then decided to leave the door open. Standing in the doorway, she looked out at the street.

( And then there was music )

'Dite's Decadent Delights is open. Watch out for the power chords.

(OOC: Open, like a doorway! Obvious song is obvious.)

The Park, Thursday Late Afternoon

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool had a puppy with him still, a wriggling, yappy little ball of energy. So, really, the only difference from normal was that Zack now had better hair.

And... oh for the love of GOD. Not another musical number.
( Cut for length and naughty lyrics! )

Deadpool glared at the puppy. "You'll never speak of this, got it?"


[[Open park is open!]]

Caritas - Thursday evening [Open]

[iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com]

After Daisy's visit to his apartment, Ben made his way to Caritas with a smile on his face. Tino looked curious about the smile. "Don't forget what I told you last week," Ben said. He pulled a remote control out of his pocket and pressed the button on it. Red balloons started to fall from the ceiling.

"99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Hielt man fuer UFOs aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General
Eine Fliegerstaffel hinterher
Alarm zu geben, wenn es so war
Dabei war da am Horizont
Nur 99 Luftballons"

Sure, it was a protest song, technically. But Ben was protesting Tino's previous lack of balloons, so it still worked.

[OOC: Sorry for the lateness. I was at work extra long tonight.]

Streets of Fandom - Thursday Late Afternoon

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

After tactics, George headed out to wander through the town.  It wasn't big or busy enough to be his city, but it was better than all the creepy forest stuff near the cabin.

And maybe he was hoping to avoid people after that whole song and dance number at the campfire earlier.

He popped into J,Gob and came out chewing on a roll of some sort.  Which was when the music (dammit) swelled again.

"Gotta keep
One jump ahead of the breadline
One swing ahead of the sword
I steal only what I can't afford
( That's Everything! )

George frowned.  "It is not!" he said loudly.

"One jump ahead of the lawmen
That's all, and that's no joke
These guys don't appreciate I'm broke"


[OOC: Annnd open for great dorky justice]

The Perk, Thursday Afternoon

[nofishinmypond.livejournal.com]

Jack stared down at his coffee.

In order to drink it, he'd have to take the hand off his mouth, and... well if that happened, it wouldn't be pretty. Not that he would be embarrassed, no, just... it was the principle of the thing. Everyone else was bursting into song around him, sure, but at least most of their songs were decent. Jack had had meta for Pinafore -- or was it Penzance? -- on the brain all day, and it was NOT GOING AWAY.

He stared at his coffee some more. He really could use the coffee.

Aw, hell.

Somehow the act of taking his hand off his mouth turned into climbing onto the table and saluting. DAMMIT! And, of course, the singing.

( Guess what's under here. Go on, guess. )

The worst part was, he'd knocked over his coffee.

The Streets of Fandom, Thursday Evening

[notasuiciderisk.livejournal.com]

Really, Eric should have known better than to risk it. Of course, that presumed that whatever had struck Fandom that day -- the evidence, no matter where he'd went, had been both unavoidable and audible -- would have passed him by in his alcove.

Fat chance.

Still, he hadn't expected quite what had struck him as he walked down the street:

Whenever life gets you down,
keeps you wearing a frown,
and the gravy train has left you behind...
and when you're all out of hope,
down at the end of your rope,
and nobody's there to throw you a line...

[First thread locked to two, please, but open after that if you want to catch one of the boys -- and, uh. ... NSFW-ish due to mildly obscene lyrics. *angel*]

J'GOB: Thursday Evening

[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

There would be Dale.

And in front of him a freshly baked cherry pie. All for him.

True, it's not healthy for a man to eat so much pie but that wasn't going to stop him. Oh, no.

( And of course this leads to him singing... )