Strokes of Genius, Wednesday

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

There were certain advantages to putting laundry off as long as possible and then doing it in the most desultory way ever when it finally needed to be done -- at least for Katchoo, who didn't have enough of a wardrobe to make those Inevitable Laundry Loads too unwieldy to manage alone. (What? Like she was some kind of social laundry-doer?)

There were disadvantages, too -- the end result of one of which was grabbing for a balled-up pair of socks while half asleep, trying to dress for work, and stumbling towards the door all at the same time, not realizing one was an old and threadbare full-length crew sock with a giant hole in the vicinity of the big toe, and the other was new, three times as thick, and an ankle-cut sock.

That sort of thing made someone really cranky by the time they got to work.

Oh, like you could tell the difference anyway.

[OOC: The OCD went the way of the actual sock pairs. I'VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING LIKE THIS, I SWEAR.]

The beach, Wednesday morning

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Another day, another run. Augustus hadn't been able to keep all the nightmares away last night, so Dinah was out extra-early to run it out, or run away from the disturbing. Whichever.

At least if her body was tired enough, she knew she wasn't a vampire.

[expecting two, but open after]

Covent Garden Flowers - Open [8/5]

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan spent a moment staring at the latest sign on the storefront before shaking her head and going inside to work.

She was still pretty hopped up on sugar from the party the night before and she had a large bowl of candy that she set on the counter while she took care of the flowers and plants.



[the ocd is on a sugar high]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Wednesday

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

The sign on the door said 'Open!' like it always did. The lights were on. But the blinds hadn't been pulled up yet.

Aphrodite was standing behind the glass display case, elbow on the counter, chin on elbow, bent slightly at the waist, staring around the store. Her eyes would occasionally narrow as she spotted something, or grow wide as she spotted something else.

Everything was ordered. Everything was stocked. She was out of magazines to read; after all, how many times did she need to read about fabrics and hair styles when she could choose any kind of clothes or hair she wanted without more than a wave of her hand?

Something was wrong here. It was as if she was forgetting something. Or waiting for something. Or should be doing something, but had no idea what. So instead, she continued to peruse the store, idly contemplating and occasionally changing the color of this or the size of that.

Yes, it had finally happened. Aphrodite was bored. It was a dangerous time for Fandom.

As her eyes finally stopped on the easy chairs in the center of the store, ideas began to form in her mind. A wicked smile crossed her face.

The blinds never did go up, but anyone stopping by would find the goddess of love sitting behind a tilted desk, tongue in the corner of her mouth, golden pen in her hand, concentrating on whatever she was sketching.

There would soon be many balled up pieces of paper scattered on the floor.

Decadent Delights is open, and the goddess is planning. Beware, Fandom.


(ooc: open post, open store, warning for occasional SP.)

The York Gallery, Wednesday August 5th

[17andinfected.livejournal.com]

Shilo was still in somewhat of a sugar coma today. She got the floor swept up and put out a bowl of leftover candy from the previous night's festivities before starting to doze at the reception desk.

"'Girl thing' my ass," she mumbled, thinking of the previous night's radio broadcast. "It was totally open to guys too..."

The York Gallery is open.

The Gig, Wednesday [8/5]

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

While Gwynn enjoyed playing with the new colt, she didn't want the other horses to feel neglected. That would be why she was giving them each extra attention when she was feeding them and grooming them. She was a believer in that extra attention could always make someone feel better. In return, the horses were making her feel better in her concern for Tim and the others that had been under the attack of the sudden sleep over the weekend and last week.

When she turned the horses out into the paddock she wondered what Dani would think of "Beginnings" as a name for the new colt? They were giving him a new beginning and who knew what his future with The Gig would hold?

The Gig was open.

Cafe Fina - Wednesday - 8/04

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir was feeling rather, well, rather manic at the moment. He had far too much energy, no matter that he felt terribly tired and not in a particularly good mood. That was why he was glad to be at work, glad to be cooking, glad to be doing something even if it was repetitive and silly. He decided sometime before his class that he would get out a little if it killed him and put up the specials board with that in mind.
Today's Specials
Lavender lemonade
Sandwich of your Choice
Homemade White Chocolate Blueberry Ice Cream
The cafe was open.
[ocdless for great justice]

The graveyard, Tuesday afternoon

[scruffnfeathers]

There was a rustle of feathers and a faint *fwoomp* of displaced air and Castiel was once again in Fandom, standing in the graveyard, looking mildly perturbed. His attempt to get back to his own world and discover what had happened with the Winchesters and the final seal had failed.

Rather dramatically, in fact.

Were angels the sorts of beings that were likely to say they were scarred for life, Castiel might even be saying that. Jimmy certainly was, at volume, somewhere in the back of Castiel's head.

Really. Some worlds.

He was quite pleased to be back in Fandom, where the vague sense of impending doom hadn't really vanished entirely, but rather faded from "we may all very well die" to "it's possible I'll end up in a silly hat, today."

Absolutely none of this showed on his face, of course. An angel had to maintain his dignity. He was a bit like a cat, that way.

[ooc: The angel's back in town and the post is open. And I possibly spent too much of my time of late reading Douglas Adams.]

The Imperial Brim, [Wednesday, August 5]

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack opened up the shop and checked the inventory to see if anything was new today. Yes, he was wearing the hat he bought as a kind of advertisement.

The Imperial Brim is open.

Android's Dungeon [Open 8/5]

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

Claire's stop at the library had taken a little longer than she had planned and she was a few minutes late getting in to open the store.

She stuck the sign in the window and was grateful to see that Adam had put up the new comics already.

Now Hiring!

Flexible Schedule! Great Benefits!
Inquire Within!



[the ocd is busy in the love meme and forgot to post itself]

The Arms Hotel; Wednesday [ 08/05 ].

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

Valentine wasn't sure if Gunther's bad mood was from her not being at work due to being a cat, her schrekliche grammar as she explained that she had been a cat, or simply just that he had a stick shoved way too far up seine Arsch.

She was going to bank on the last one. Whatever the reason, it left Gunther to stomp around the kitchen and Valentine could just work on her laptop at the front desk. She had spent an awfully long time away from it as a cat, and was getting fiddling itches in her finger tips just to be touching it.

WELCOME TO THE ARMS HOTEL!
Today's Special:
Summer Tomato and Bell Pepper Soup

The Arms Hotel is open!

MCA Lobby; Wednesday [08/05].

[no-snow-white.livejournal.com]

With music playing quietly again on the record player as she sat behind the front desk of the building, Rachel seemed to be engrossed in some very deeply thoughtful work. Her light eyebrows were furrowed just slightly over her intent blue eyes, and her right hand alternated between twirling around a pen and tapping it on the counter a little as if that could tap into getting the brain juices flowing. There was a notebook in front of her, and the top had been marked with a title: TO-DO LIST

So far, it seemed that the only thing she could think to do today was More cocktails (?).

"Oh!" Inspiration struck like a brick.

"Find. More. Things. To. Do," Rachel said as she wrote the words down, and then smiled proudly at the addition, thinking herself very clever.


[[ open! MCA Info! ]]

Trooper Station, Wednesday

[onyoursixboss.livejournal.com]

It was business as usual this week with the calls from around the island. Someone seemed absolutely sure that the world was going to end in a ball of flames and Tony needed to beg the benevolant spaghetti monster for forgiveness for his transgressions.

...right.

But right now he had more pressing matters of a woman--whom he knew was at least in her sixties--calling him up like this was a horrible softcore porno.

"No, ma'am, I--I understand you have needs, ma'am." A horrified pause. "...that's very kind of you, but I'll have to pass. I'm sure it's a very surprising tart."

He was three minutes from braining himself on the desk.

[[ open! ]]

Groovy Tunes, Wednesday

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice was in a pleasant mood to-day. It helped that she, unlike her AU counterpart (of whom she was still blissfully unaware, thankfully) was more-or-less sane, or at least, as sane as Alices might be, and not inclined to drink blood or traumatize her fellow students.

She was exploring the latter half of the Ts, should anyone need her.

Cabot and Associates, Wednesday

[glasses-justice.livejournal.com]

Today, when not researching cases, Alex was going to try to determine whether or not she was actually licensed to practice law in Fandom. She'd passed the bar for the State of New York. Virginia allowed members of the bar from other states to practice, in limited capacity, but Maryland didn't. Fandom itself was another jurisdiction entirely.

Maybe Fandom allowed admission on motion for anyone qualified to practice law in his or her home dimension? Obscure legal trivia intrigued her. Hence the choice of career.

Cabot and Associates was open.

(OCD-free!)

The Preserve, Wednesday Afternoon

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

It was a subdued Merlin who spoke to the reserve this week. The events of last week may have had something to do with it, may have not.

"Today we'll look into preparing for events like those that just occured. For those of us sensitive to feelings or dreams of the future, perhaps we ought to start writing them down when they occur and just what happened in them," He said quietly.

"Asside from that, storing up anything we can to assist the other groups now would probably help in case we are the actual target of--something of that sort. If you have any ideas, please, share them with Karla or myself." A beat. "When she's here."

[[ wait for the ocd up! ]]

Caritas; Wednesday Evening

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

Penelope was in a d'uh kind of mood tonight. Probably due to the sugar overload she suffered last night.

But she was there and willing to serve those ready to get their drink on.

Caritas is open.

Stark Industries - Wednesday

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

Following class first period, Naomi made her way to work so that she could set up for her shift, making sure that everything was set up and organized before she opened.

Stark Industries is open.