Things Reborn: Tuesday

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Layla happily re-arranged the window display so that the mannequins were wearing appropriate back to school fashions.

And for Layla that meant they were all wearing either striped socks or striped leggings.

Because that was totes fashion now.

[My dogs ate my OCD]

mha lobby | tuesday | august 4

[flipped-god-off.livejournal.com]

Loki had only made one visit to town hall during the madness last week and that had fucking been enough for him. Too many people, too little to do. Thankfully, things had seemed to work out so being out for his regular shift didn't seem too idiotic.

He was lounging in the lobby chairs, feet propped up and magazine in his lap. It seemed to be a low key kind of day for him. Hey, he had those every now and again. He didn't always need to be fucking doing something.

If he got bored, he'd just go throw things at the doors of the tenants. That could be fucking fun.

[mha is open!]

The Imperial Brim, [Monday, August 3]

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Irulan opened up the shop and checked her inventory. She barely managed to do any work last week due to the sleeping spells. She looked around at the shop and at her many hats and sighed happily. This is as it should be.

The Imperial Brim is open

Book Haven, Tuesday

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Hinata was, quietly, of the opinion that it was getting deeply tiring hearing about how she’d managed with Hurley.

It wasn’t like she’d carried him, after all, and determination wasn’t hard to come by. (Unless her father was around.) Yei, though, was the only one who got that complaint and Hinata was smiling slightly as she came in, set up, and settled in to read with a fuzzy white cat stalking the shelves.

Book Haven is Open!

Dite's Decadent Delights, Tuesday

[trigons_child]

Conversations with Hurley, Joan, and Karla had Raven feeling somewhat better about what had happened in the Other Fandom, but she still had issues with confidence and guilt that needed to be worked out, and she was still giving serious thought to hiding from Professor Skywalker forever. She hardly wanted to go to work, but she had a responsibility. She just wasn't going to look at anything today. Instead, she would just meditate and try to rebuild her shields.

Decadent Delights was open.


[Emo ate the OCD.]

Luke's Diner; Tuesday

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"Stop talking, peasants!" Edward shouted above the kitchen help. "I wish to let you all know that this kitty--" He held Effy!kitty in the air to show her off, but quickly set her on the counter because ow, scratching. "--is under my care! You shall all treat her with kindness! If you don't, I shall run you through, ah-hahhhh." A beat. A grin. "Alright, I wouldn't. Lacey would not be pleased. But I will smack you if you dare to be mean to my kitty! Ahhh, and put tuna on the menu board, will you? She is hungry! And you there," he pointed, "bring her a saucer of milk!"

There was much sighing and the word 'unsanitary' mentioned. Edward simply scoffed. "I am quite sane, I assure you. Doubt me and I shall run you through!" He did enjoy saying that.

...

Smiling, he rubbed Effy!kitty's furry belly and let her have free reign of the diner. Mostly she kept to the counter, but was there even a hint of a scurrying rodent on the air, she would leap down and do some pretty impressive chasing.

Ahhh, the life of a kitty.

Today's Menu
Tuna Melt
Tuna Casserole
Tuna Salad
Tuna Soup
Tuna Crab Cakes
Tuna Pizza
Apple Crumb Cake

 

Luke's is open!

The Gig, Tuesday [8/4]

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Ellie arrived at the Gig on time, took care of the horses, and then let them out into the paddock so they could exercise.

She had seen the notice in Dani's office and was now trying to think of names for the baby animals.

Trooper Station: Tuesday

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It was a busy day on the phones for Dale as there were plenty of people calling in to complain about the fact they were talking in rhyme.

Not that there was anything that the police station could do anything about that, but Dale was happy to the complaint calls and assure everyone that this would no doubt end very soon.

In the middle of all the complaints, one important call did come through.

At first Dale thought that it was the FBI branch requesting his assistance to do another profile but as it turned out it was something all together.

It was a job offer.

And while it was unexpected, it was too good of an opportunity to turn down, especially with where the job was going to be.

After a few moments of consideration he gave them his answer and a date when he would be able to start. A few minutes later he had drafted a resignation letter and contacted the Mayor's office to let them know what was going on so he could make sure there would be a smooth transition.

And then he was back to taking phone calls.

"I assure you Madam, please let me make it clear.
This rhyming thing is nothing to fear.
So please stop calling and don't raise a fuss.
When you use that language you make a sailor blush."

Dale was truly going to miss the phone calls. Really.

The Boards - Tuesday, 8/04 - REHEARSAL, DAMN YOU.

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For those brave enough to enter the theatre today, they would find a very different director waiting for them within the confines of The Boards theatre. In fact, one could say that the very polar opposite, all that was made to defy Geoffrey Tennant had taken up shop in the dank little box. There was no maple syrup on the stage, no sewage, but there was definitely something wrong with the stage.

Specifically, the man that was standing on it.

"Hello everyone. I am Darren Nichols..." he started, looking around at what he had to work with and not looking particular pleased with it, "deal with THAT. Geoffrey, dear mad soul that he is, has decided to take a little vacation in his institution of choice and thus am I here to guide you poor, lost little lambs in this production of The Scottish Play in his absence."

He walked over and sat down on one of the chairs he'd set up earlier.

"I want it understood that in this theatre, in this place, I am... as a God. I am the director and I will brook no deviance from my vision. I can only think that we have a lot of work ahead of us, as Geoffrey no doubt left quite a lot of the production undone, and not much time to do it in so if you want to lollygag around with your friends, you can do it elsewhere. If you are not on the stage, you should be considering the stage. If you are not considering the stage, you had better be dead."

He leaned back in his chair.

"Well? What do I look like, a traffic light? GO."

[ocd up! and may God have mercy on my soul.]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday [8/4]

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Something funny was going happening on the second floor, where the little people who asked about hourly rated had taken a block of rooms. Mary had noticed an awful lot of non-guests waiting in line outside that group of rooms. She didn't want to make any unfounded accusations, especially when the group was paying in cash, so she sent Gunther upstairs with a room service cart to try and investigate.

He didn't come back for hours, and when he did, he said nothing odd was going on. He also asked for a cash advance on this week's paycheck.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Tandoori Spiced Chicken Breasts
Tomato-Peach Salad

Atlas Gym [Tuesday Afternoon]

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After her class, Veronica was feeling restless so she headed to the gym.

She ran for a bit on the treadmill but decided that what she really needed was to hit things so she decided to work with the punching bag.

Unless someone came in and was up for a spar, of course.



[open gym!]

The York Gallery; Tuesday [ 08/04 ].

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Four. Days. Just four days, and Charlotte York would cease to be just Charlotte York, and become Charlotte York Cooper (it had such a distinguished ring to it, didn't it?) and she couldn't be sure if just four days seemed like forever or so not enough time. She reassured herself countless times that she'd taken care of everything she possibly could last week, and now it was just a matter of waiting, and finishing up some work before taking a week off for the honeymoon.

It wasn't normally a day that the gallery was open, and it wasn't (open, that is), but Charlotte was down at the desk doing some last minute work, anyway, frowning and puzzling as she tried to decide whether to keep it open while she was gone, or just give it a minor close while she and Dale were in St. Lucia, which would give the girls a bit of a vacation, although she definitely trusted that they could handle the place on her own. But she knew that if she kept it open, she'd want to call and check in and maybe even work, but it was supposed to be her honeymoon and she should enjoy it.

Just four days. Oh, God, there was just so mu--

Charlotte was distracted by the nudge of a wet nose against her knee, and she stopped what she was doing to look down at Elizabeth Taylor's soulful eyes looking up at her sadly. "Oh, yeeeeeesh," Charlotte cooed, reaching down to scritch behind the dogs ears, "you are so excited for the wedding, too, aren't you, sweetie? You are going to just look so cute! And then you can spend a nice vacation with Aunt Carrie while Mommy and Daddy go on their honeymoon, aren't you? Yes! Yes you aaaaaare."

Poor dog, never got any attention.


[[ the gallery isn't open, but the post is! Albeit a little SP ]]

Cabot and Associates - Tuesday - 8/04

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Fiona was trying to be in a good mood today, but she just couldn't seem to manage it. She was worried, about Griff mostly and for once it had nothing to do with her relationship with him so much as just with him. There was more damage there than he was admitting to and she didn't know how to approach him, or even if she was the person who should approach him. Then there was Dinah, who also had her worried and she wanted to do something there but she wasn't sure what would be appropriate. She'd learned quite a lot the last few months about how to handle relationships, but nothing had ever said how to do something like this.

So she answered the phones and worked on her case and tried her damn best to keep her emotions turned off, no matter how hard it was getting to be.

Helpless. She was helpless again and this time there was no one to blame but her own failings.
The Law Offices of Cabot and Associates
LEGAL SERVICES • LEGAL AID
The office was open.
[ocdless!]

Covent Garden ... Seriously?: Tuesday

[loverlyviolets]

"..."

Hands on hips as she came in to open up the shop in Ino's absence, Eliza stared at it for a moment, then picked up the telephone on the counter, the one that couldn't possibly be a phone because where on earth was the crank, and carefully, one punch at a time, stabbed in the number for the Acme Sign Company.

"Hello. Yes. My name is Eliza Doolittle, of Covent Garden Flowers on Fandom Island, and I should like to speak to whomever has been handling the account for my shop. Immediately. No, you may not put me 'on hold;' we've never even met, and I don't sell that sort of ware, no matter what your signmakers believe. Now connect me to the clerk in charge of my account before I take the sign currently hanging outside my business, turn it sideways, cover it with marmalade and --"

The teal deer nosing about in the doorway spontaneously turned magenta, wobbled, fell over on its side, then slowly got up and scrambled away, is all we're saying.

"Thank you. Now. What I should like is-- No, I don't want a refund. ....No, I don't want another twelve sacks of flour. No, I do not want-- I don't care if you've a gentleman in the shop, I'm not finished speaking and you will ( listen here, young man: )

Over the almost tangible silence from the junior under demi-assistant sign clerk on the phone, there was the sound in the distance of familiar, delighted laughter.

Very familiar.

"Oh, shut it, you're not even trying anymore. A convent? Honestly."

She hung up the phone so delicately you could almost imagine it was a bone-china teacup in her hand.

[Open for what is very likely to be Eliza's last shift. Which is a spoiler to no one.]

Photo Hut, Tuesday

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Jack was subdued at work today, absently flipping through a product catalog. Who really needed a zoom lens that big?

[Open!]

Android's Dungeon, Tuesday

[im-afrog.livejournal.com]

Adam got to work on time and opened up the store fairly quickly.

He was glad everyone had woken up and seemed to be okay. At least physically, anyway. And yes, he might still be a little worried about Savannah and Eve, shh. Finding a new shipment of issues in, Adam took them out of the box and inspected them, before assigning them to shelves.

Android's Dungeon is open.

[OCD free!]

The Preserve, Tuesday after classes

[cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com]

Well, this was sure to be the oddest form of training Zayne had done here in Fandom. It was probably the oddest form of training he had done at all, even with his Masters, as long as you didn't count things that were potentially fatal. (That kind of went with the territory of being a Padawan.)

As he stretched and waited for Rose, Zayne was trying to figure out exactly what kind of benefits skipping might actually provide. He was pretty much stuck on improved agility and increasing his resistance to embarrassment.

[OOC: Here for the fellow skipping trainee, but open to others who may be in the preserve as well.]

Caritas; Tuesday Evening

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Seeing nobody behind the bar, Riggins decided to take the wheel and get his own drinks. He hadn't gotten into trouble for it before so why the hell not? It's not that hard to tend bar.