Magic Box, Thursday, 7/23

[life_inshadow]

Early Thursday morning, Tara went to the Magic Box to open on her own for the very first time. She dusted and arranged a display of crystals, then picked through the displays of herbs to replace any that seemed aging. The morning went faster than she'd expected; by the time everything in the store was arranged to her satisfaction, she had to take off for Driver's Ed.

After class (really? a gazelle?), she was back and settled on a stool behind the counter with a book on reading auras.

The idea of actual customers had her an odd mix of queasy and completely excited.

Covent Garden Flowers, Thursday, July 23

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah was researching low-water and low-sunlight plants for Reno again, but getting distracted by the exotics, like orchids and tiger lilies. Barbara had e-mailed her that Poison Ivy had tried to break out of Arkham again, using perfume to subdue the guards.

Covent Garden Flowers

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

Covent Garden Flowers is open.

[ocd freeee]

The Preserve, Thursday Morning

[bitchprince]

So there had been a conversation yesterday. It had been a conversation. Yes. Everything was now settled, and good, and the lot of it, and it really left Arthur with just one issue.

Going out and killing things in order to avoid dealing with certain other things tended to involve taking along the one person he was currently avoiding dealing with-- had just dealt with things with. Which meant that he was left to his own devices if he did wish to embark on that particular... project. Not that he was going to resort to anything as ridiculous as sneaking out. No, none of that. For God's sake, he was Arthur fucking Pendragon.

It was just that morning happened to find Arthur at the edge of the preserve, crossbow in hand, and more than ready to shoot a few things. More than a few. Quite a bit, really.

As there was nothing left to be dealt with.

Yes.

Maybe he should just get married to Morgana and die a grisly death for it. Might be easier to deal with. If he was in luck, she'd get to the grisly death part early and he wouldn't even have to deal with anything at all.

Or maybe, he pontificated, as he kneeled down behind a bush to inspect some tracks, he was just going to have to give up on his life ever making any sense whatsoever.

[[ open if anyone wants to run into him while hunting and nearly be struck by a stray crossbow bolt, sure! ]]

The Gig: Thursday [7-23-09]

[elephantgadget.livejournal.com]

Helen was a little surprised by the new additions, but the horses seemed to like them, so she was happy to have them.

She was around if anyone needed anything as she cleaned out the stalls and groomed all the horses.

Book Haven: Thursday [7-23-09]

[livingasheth.livejournal.com]

Millie was in a particularly cheerful mood today after receiving a letter from home. You might even catch her wandering about the store singing as she worked.

Stark Industries: Thursday

[memberslonely.livejournal.com]

Lindsay was bored out her mind and now hasseling friends back home in San Francisco for random bits of news. So far she's heard back that her ex-husband and his new wife are perfectly happy (Damn it), Claire's husband's paralysis was getting worse (Damn it), Jill was still single and "loving it" (not really a shock there) and Cindy had been thrown in jail three times in the last two months for sneaking into a crimes scene only to be released a few hours later with a stern warning (typical really).

This all led to a bunch of e-mails going back and forth between Cindy, Jill and Lindsay about how Lindsay needed to get on instant messaging and how much Lindsay was so not going to do that.

Clearly a lot of work was going to be accomplished today. Only not.

Groovy Tunes: Thursday [7-23-09]

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

Peyton had spent yesterday and last night holed up in her room in the dorms so she didn't have to deal with anyone. She'd pulled herself together today enough to come into work only to crumple into tears again at the newly delivered box of Friends with Benefit CDs that had been delivered for the store's inventory.

She opened one of the CDs and put it on repeat, then made herself go about her daily tasks at the store. No matter how much of a mess she was, she had work to do.

Groovy Tunes was open and the CDs were available for anyone who wanted one.

Dite's Decadent Delights - Thursday, 7-23

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

There was, indeed, a goddess at the store today. It just so happened that she was, one, not the goddess who owned the store and two, possibly the least appropriate goddess to be manning the store today in existence. While she hadn't gone so far as to take a page from Robbie Hart and change the music up a little, Fiona was mostly sticking behind the counter and drinking the remainder of her nectar so as not to deal with anyone and their 'love' needs.

At least three customers put down their purchases when faced with the thought of going up to the counter and paying for them, and more than a few got one look and turned around. No one actually tried anything, but never had petty theft seemed so reasonable.

Regardless of Fiona's mood, Dite's Decadent Delights was open.

[open! ocdless! terribly amused!]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Thursday

[shiroi_tiger]

Algren was actually in an almost pleasant mood today as he opened up the Wellspring Arms. It was difficult to say if he'd just happened to get up on the right side of the bed today, or if horrors that were burned into his mind all to recently had finally begun to fade, but either way? He was going about cleaning around the store efficiently... And he wasn't even scowling!

What he wasn't telling anyone, for fear of jinxing it, was that he was just relieved that the worst that the island had thrown at him recently was a day of humming.

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center is open!

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Thursday [7/23]

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

Hoshi was bored. Normally, she would have played catch with Porthos when she was bored at work, but she no longer had Porthos. Gunther helpfully suggested that she could work on her German. So she told him, in German, where he could stick his German lessons.

It was worth it just to see Gunther's face turn purple as he got flustered by Hoshi's words. Hoshi thought her German vocabulary was just fine, thank you very much.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Fresh Shrimp Spring Rolls with Spicy Korean Barbecue Sauce

[Open! The OCD bit into a chili pepper and ran to get a glass of water.]

Turtle & Canary -- Thursday

[gods-gymnast.livejournal.com]

Maron couldn't decide if she was sad or not that there was no oddness happening this Thursday. Really, most of what tended to land on a Thursday had been great fun, and the ones the where nothing did always seemed a little quieter.

Of course, that just meant that Maron had to turn on the radio as she sat behind the counter reading a magazine and sipping at a Turquoise Star Squishy.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Citrine Moon, Turquoise Star, Ruby Sun (Red)

Turtle & Canary is Open!

Luke's Diner, Thursday

[lovemykilt]

Priestly opened the diner today absolutely determined not to let the kitchen guys get to him no matter how hard they tried.

Then the dishwasher started going on about some kind of cream soda peace negotiations, and, well, that was just begging for a conspiracy theory and Priestly's plan was shot all to hell.

Today's specials
Boneless buffalo wings
Jalapeno poppers
Avacado smoothies

Luke's was open.

Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel was back at the pulpit. He eyed the choir and then the congregation suspiciously. He was really, really hoping that no one randomly burst into song this week.

After several long moments during which the choir and the congregation grew increasingly worried and fearful for their continued well-being, Castiel finally cleared his throat and spoke.

"It has come to my attention," he said, "that the majority of the human race has developed the odd idea that the Heavenly Host has some sort of vested interest in what you people do with your reproductive organs."

And, uh, he went on from there, as Castiel set out to inform the gathered masses just how little interest angels actually had in the various sordid activities they might get up to. This included visual aids (including the fuzzy handcuffs). By the end of it, even the token bad boy with a heart of gold who sat in the back in his best leather jacket and pretended to sleep through the entire service was blushing.

The little old lady in the front who everyone watched to see when to stand up was grinning like a cougar. After the service, Castiel was going to have to point out that in general, the Heavenly Host had no interest in engaging in what humans got up to with their reproductive organs, either.

[ooc: Open! And, hey, let's try some OCD out today.]

Pixie Dust, Thursday

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

It had been ages since Elena worked retail. Shops under the plate were hardly formal enough to warrant being called 'retail,' for that matter. You stood at the counter and sold materia, and beat the snot out of anyone who tried to rip you off. Who needed security cameras?

This job seemed to have security cameras -- Shiva only knew if they were functional, or just props used as a deterrent -- and more importantly, lots of hard liquor behind the counter. Jobs that encouraged alcoholism were more her speed. She had been a bartender, once, and it was practically Turk policy to be a drunk.

So Elena was at work. Not particularly nervous for her first shift. Certainly putting a dent in all that liquor. All in all, a pretty good start.

Caritas - Thursday evening [Open]

[iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com]

Ben rushed in the door just as Tino was opening up. "I'm here, I'm here!" Ben said. He looked like hell - Tino's expression made that clear - with his face being all bruised, but he was here. "Traffic was murder," was all Ben was going to say about it to Tino.

[OOC: I'm around! And while Ben does look pretty beaten up, he's in a good mood.]

Mooby's [Thursday Night]

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica triple checked the address when she walked up to the door at Mooby's.

This was where Deadpool told her to meet him to celebrate her birthday. She suddenly had a bad feeling.



[V is meeting Deadpool, but post is open for anyone who wants to 'crash the party' :D]

The Lighthouse, Thursday Afternoon

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

Soon, reletively speaking, the tower would be ready for the light to be reinstalled. So today Tully was examining the fairly complicated mount and mechanism for it. There was a lot of work to be done here.

[Open!]