mha lobby | tuesday | july 28

[flipped-god-off.livejournal.com]

There were earbuds in Loki's ears, an iPod on the counter in front of him and a book open on his lap. Loki was the picture of multitasking today even if it looked like he was asleep. His eyes were, indeed, closed and he was, indeed, breathing heavily but he wasn't asleep.

Really.

Just don't sneak up on him or you're in for a baaaaaaaad fucking surprise.

Book Haven, Tuesday

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

Hinata was utterly unaware of anything odd besides Yei, who was actually behaving herself today and mostly sticking to being curled up in Hinata's lap, just purring, to the point where Hinata felt just awful if she had to move her to go and help with a customer.

She did pick up a few books to see if there was anything wrong with Yei, but most of them were fairly of the same opinion that cats would be cats and trying to predict them was insanity.

It was with relief then that, that afternoon, Yei stretched, yawned, and went darting through the store at her usual high energy. Hinata shook her head, and laughed at her worries.

Book Haven is Open.

The Gig, Tuesday [7/28]

[awesomebigsis.livejournal.com]

Ellie let the horses out into the paddock like usual, though Kally wandered closer to her, sticking her head over the fence.

"Hey, girl? Want a treat?" she asked, holding her palm out toward the horse, offering apple slices. Kally, of course, accepted. She also accepted pets.

The Gig was open.

Covent Garden Flowers, Tuesday

[intraspective]

If nothing else, the weirdness of last night meant that Ino was keeping her mental shields up at full power just in case it was still kicking around. This meant that she was getting a bit of a dull headache from that as she wasn't used to her shields being up so long at such a strength but Ino told herself that, if nothing else, it was utterly excellent practice.

And that the headache totally wasn't that bad, really. Maybe she'd just spend the day meditating…

Covent Garden Flowers

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

Covent Garden Flowers is Open!

Galactica Point, Tuesday

[nofishinmypond.livejournal.com]

Jack parked the boat a little ways away from the rocks, and looked around with a satisfied grin. He cracked open a beer, cast his line, and settled back in his chair. Sure, he'd forgotten to bring along bait for his fishhook this morning, but the point was to relax, not to actually catch anything. Sure, eventually he'd get tired of it and have to find something else to do, but he hadn't, yet, so why worry? He clutched his beer protectively and dozed off.

Back on the docks, a sign proclaimed:

Captain Jack's Wild Ride
Boat for hire -- It's just not here right now.
Call 555-JACK

The Perk, Tuesday Morning

[funnyways.livejournal.com]

Mina Murray nestled a cup of hot coffee in her hands. She wasn't the type to have ominous feelings, but something unsettling seemed to be going on. She found comfort in the warmth radiating into her from the little cup of caffeinated goodness.

She sighed a little, but took a sip. She'd have to talk to someone, see if they were feeling the same way.

[ooc: Open like something really open!]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Tuesday

[trigons_child]

The remnants of the strange feeling she'd had last night still lingered in Raven's thoughts. Perhaps she would discuss it with Professor Anakin come Thursday.

Today, however, she worked, arriving exactly on time to open up Decadent Delights. She had only been sitting behind the counter for an hour or so, reading a book (not one found in the store, thank you very much), when she suddenly felt incredibly tired and dropped her head on her arms on the counter next to Strife.

Someone was terribly hurt. She could feel the pain even before the body was carried into the lobby. She did not recognize who it was, but she flew to the couch they were gently laid upon, pushing aside people in her way so that she could lay her hands upon the wounds. So much blood, so much pain. She embraced it, pulling it all into herself. A bone in her leg snapped as the injury became hers; she was dimly aware of someone else holding her up so she did not fall. Her leg mended, as did the scrapes and bruises that colored her face and arms, but she could not suppress a scream as she felt two sharp stabbing pains in her throat and her own blood began to trickle down her neck.

The healing was completed; her gifts insured the person would live, restored to almost perfect health. She twitched and moaned in the grasp of the person still holding her as the last of the injuries worked their way through her own body and disappeared. The injured person had been very near death, and the healing exhausted her. Overcome with weariness, she swooned.

Raven jerked her head up with a gasp. A dream, but it had felt so very real, like the dreams she'd had recently about her father. Coupled with the strange feeling from yesterday, the feeling that something unpleasant awaited her grew. She tried to shake it off by focusing on work and began to unpack a box of [Link NSFW!] flashlights.

They were certainly not like any flashlight she had ever seen.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

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Mary was working on supply orders at the front desk, blissfully unaware of anything unusual going on. She may have raised an eyebrow at the little person who came to the front desk to inquire about hourly room rates, but didn't think too hard about it before quoting the usual nightly rate.

Welcome the the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Squash Casserole

The Boards - Tuesday, 7/28 - REHEARSAL

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

Geoffrey was feeling just a bit weird. There was something in the air, something...hinky. Something uncomfortable.

...plus, he hadn't exactly slept well.

"All right, folks. We've finally got a functional, non-condiment-covered stage, we're going to use it while we have it."

Move out, troops!actors!

[ocd up!]

Android's Dungeon, Tuesday

[im-afrog.livejournal.com]

Adam had the store open on time. As much as he loved being in the cabins, he was happy to be back in the dorms. And how it was almost August, he didn't know. As he unpacked a new shipment of figurines, Adam kind of wished time would slow down.

And then he took that back, because whoever or whatever decided on Fandom weirdness might take that thought literally.

Android's Dungeon is open.

[OCD free today.]

Caritas - Tuesday Evening

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

Marshall slid in about an hour late for work.

"Oh my god, Tino, I'm sorry. I am so tired today and I keep having the craziest dreams," he said. "You want to hear about them?"

Tino turned on his heel and went to go tape up zombies.

"...so is that a no?"