Trooper Station, Thursday (July 24)

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

First official day on the job and Reese spent it hunched over files with a mounting sense of disbelief.

She double checked each file and made sure she was really reading official police reports. She really was. Reese finished her second cup of coffee and scowled.

The next time she saw Ted she was going to kill him.

Freelance Police HQ -Thursday

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"Why is it called Gouda?" Murdock was reading to Spatula from a joke book he'd found buried in the attic.

Spatula's only answer seemed to be in the form of bubbles.

"'Cuz it's gooda for you!"

If ever a goldfish could roll its eyes, Spatula was doing it now. Hey, nobody ever said it was a good joke book. Probably the reason it had been in the attic.

"Why did the bartender tell the cheese it had to leave?"

Spatula didn't answer, just went on swimming in his endless circle.

"Because the bar didn't serve wine," Murdock grinned.

It was going to be a loong cheesy day indeed.

(today's post brought to you by cheese & trivia. which is really an event at O week, I kid you not. ocd-free and sp in effect. at least it's finally at the end of O week. *flop*)

Trooper Station, Friday

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It was Friday and the whole damn office was full of irritating new kids. Well, one irritating new kid.

"Ralph," Ray called, putting his feet up on the desk, "You running patrol today?"

Ralph didn't react.

"Ralph!" Ray bellowed again. "Patrol!"

Ralph... blinked behind the helmet, and turned, staring at him in question.

"Yeah, you, you don't know your own name or something?" Beat. "Nevermind. Shoo shoo on patrol. I gotta go figure out how to make noseboy's life miserable."

Ralph was just not going to ask questions. He was finally off the hook.

[[ open! ]]

Book Haven - Friday, 7/24

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir was humming something as he neatened the shelves, put away the books, set out the tea. Something about a secret holy plan or other, not that it mattered. It was just a song, just something to hum for the moment. Expression was much more important than lyrics, and anyone who was actually listening would know that he was saying something a great deal more cheerful than the Unionist hymn would have usually accounted for.

Eventually, he ended up behind the counter, his head tilting back and forth with the melody and a little smile on his face that he probably wasn't even aware of.

The Book Haven was open.

[ocdless for great Friday justice!]

Dite's Decadent Delights; Friday [ 07/24 ].

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It was almost a little sad that there hadn't been any copious amounts of singing or anything really even that remotely strange going on to inspire Valentine to choose a few featured items for her shift at the store, although she was considering anything that might be good slumber party squirming fodder for later (though she'll probably be good and and there had been dirty football. So, there was a whole sports theme today, easy enough.

And Valentine would be behind the counter, working her way through something decidedly sexier.

What? She was a nerd.

[[ link is NWS in content, though it's an MSNBC report, so it's much tamer ]]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday [7/24]

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Thank goodness for the small television in the lobby. Mary wouldn't admit to watching soap operas, but today they were doing a good job keeping her entertained. Occasionally, Gunther would turn up and the front desk and try to change the channel to the Food Network, but Mary usually came up with some excuse for him to get back to the kitchen. Sure, Gunther was not going to be happy when he found out he was cooking room service meals for non-existent guests, but it's ideas like that that made Mary the boss.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Sun-Dried Tomato Pesto-Crusted Chicken

[Open! The OCD took an early weekend.]

Things Reborn, Friday [7/24]

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There was a new shipment of secondhand clothes, and Harper spent most of her shift sorting it out, putting pieces on hangers and putting prices on them. And, oddly enough, she kept finding forgotten items in the pockets: an old pair of reading glasses, a few pieces of candy (which didn't look edible), even a toy dinosaur, which Harper put a $1 price tag on and set at the cashwrap.

But the strangest thing she found a really old newspaper clipping in the pocket of a men's trouser. She quickly tossed it out and tried to forget about it.

Things Reborn was open!

[No OCD, and link is slightly NSFW!]

Theodoric's of York - Friday Afternoon

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

Rose was totally amused that Jaina had actually agreed to lazy lessons.  In theory anyway, since all that had really been agreed on was girly stuff, but Rose figured they could upgrade afterwards.

Which was why she was spinning the racks of nail polish as she waited for Jaina.  The sparkly gold was totally catching her eye, but she wasn't quuuuite sure the other girl would go for it.  Too bad if she didn't.  It was awesome.


[OOC: Rose is there for the possibly reluctant non-cougar female Jedi, but Theodoric's is open for all your girly needs!]

The Gig, Friday [7/24]

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani was smiling as she watched the new colt chasing his mother in the outdoor paddock. It was so nice to have some baby animals around the place. In fact, Dani was so busy squealing that it took her a while to realize that the new additions didn't have names yet.

She spent the next hour on the phone with her former trainer (and ex-boyfriend), Matt Ritter, in the hopes that his connections could track down registration papers for her new horses.

[Open!]

The Magic Box, Friday

[finding-x-dream.livejournal.com]

Agnes had totally been at work the past few weeks. Honest. It just hadn't shown up on radio or at all on LJ for handwavey reasons that did not at all involve her mun being a lazy slacker.

At any rate, she was ALSO at work this particular Friday.

Just in case there were any people left on the island who didn't understand its special nature, she drew up a sign that said

WE SELL MAGIC STUFF
Yes, it's really real

and taped it to a glowing, floating orb she found in the store. She set the orb and its sign bobbing and floating in the window, and kept it tethered there by tying on a string.

With that done, she set about trying to dust the items on the shelves without setting any of them off.

Coyote Medicine, Friday

[allyofthevarden.livejournal.com]

Arya opened the store early, expecting a shipment of medicinal items. She'd ordered them last week, following her inventory check. It was funny how quickly she'd gotten used to the 'modern' devices in Fandom.

COYOTE MEDICINE Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services THE MEDICINE WOMAN IS IN. Now Hiring!

[OCD coming! up.]

Freelance Police Headquarters, Friday

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The office of Sam and Max, Freelance Police, was empty. Completely empty.

A tumbleweed rolled across the floor.

Crickets chirped.

Yup, empty.

Then the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet slid open and Max climbed out. "So, what do you think, Sam?" he asked as he hit the stop button on the tape recorder that was playing cricket sounds. "It really does make it look like we haven't been in the office in ages, hasn't it?"

In an aside, he turned and faced where the camera would be if there were one and added in a stage whisper, "which is, OF COURSE, in NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM what's actually happened."

"It's a remarkably convincing imitation, Little Buddy," Sam agreed, as he climbed out from under the desk and straightened his hat.

"I mean, if we hadn't actually been in the office in ages," Max continued, "Leonard would have starved to death, and that obviously hasn't... hold on." Max opened the closet door and made sure the bound and gagged criminal on the shelf in there was still in reasonably decent health. "And that obviously hasn't happened. So, really, that's that."

Mr. Spatula, the fish who lived in their water cooler (and was currently Vice President of the United States), swum in evil little circles, and blew evil little bubbles in agreement.

"Oooh! Oooh! Watch this! I can make it do a wheelie!" Max pulled out a remote and spent the next hour playing with his new remote-controlled tumbleweed.


The big plate-glass window still had their logo on it, followed by the line

Our Rates Are Better!

And they'd finally processed the fact that Reno had left enough to stick up a new sign that said

NOW HIRING
Employees Must Furnish Own Gun

Support Services Meeting: The Park, Friday afternoon

[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

Since Francine was still with her family, Morgana was by herself at the picnic tables today when everyone started to arrive.

"Good afternoon," she said in greeting. "I believe we can all agree that we would like to be prepared for whatever dangerous situations this place might choose to throw at us. We've done well in readying ourselves so far, but the problem remains that we cannot always know what to expect. I thought perhaps we could take our time today to talk about some of the things we've already gone through?" she suggested. "I'm certain that I haven't heard half of Fandom's stories, and I believe that the more information we all have, the better."

[aaand ocd is up!]

Caritas; Friday Evening

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"What are you just sitting around here looking bored for?" Chuck asked. "I'm sure there's something for you to do."

Tino just shrugged. Apparently he had gotten all of his prep work done before Chuck showed up.

Chuck stared at Tino for a second before deliberately knocking a bowl of pretzels onto the floor. "Earn your paycheck."

Tino went around the bar to clean up the mess, grumbling the whole way, while Chuck helped himself to another glass of scotch. He was in such a good mood today.

Guilty as Charged - 7/24 - Late Afternoon

[i-lovedfalling.livejournal.com]

Haley was finishing up the day with a little ZZ Top as she sat behind the counter in her usual chair. Occasionally playing a little air guitar along with it, she tried to contain herself only because she knew a customer could come in any minute.

Feeling twitchier by the moment, she wasn't sure how long she could hold out.

After all, air guitar could be considered an art form and artistic expression whether on a bike, blades, or nothing was what the shop was all about.

(Open as always! However, there might be a bit of SP with my college besties finally coming to see me.)

Movie Sign Theater 3000, Friday Evening

[feline-royalty.livejournal.com]

The movie had been chosen, the popcorn was purchased, and Tybalt and his ginger date had arrived to the MST3K in more or less one piece, staking out a pair of seats in the back.

It was a miracle, really, considering Tybalt was involved, and they were on not just a date, but the second date.

Tybalt Capulet? On a second date? It's more likely than you think... if only because Tybalt had heard somewhere that a girl would let you try the weird stuff on date number two. This was going to be an interesting night, wasn't it?

NOW PLAYING
Canadian Pie

....

Oh yes. Very interesting.

[For the date, but open to other moviegoers! .... And I know there has to be established meta for that movie, but I haven't the faintest idea where to look for it.]