The Park, Thursday Afternoon

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

She was cooped up in the station all day and it was getting to her, she had that pins and needles feeling and the walls felt like it was closing in on her. Usually Crews would give her a reason to leave the station, he couldn't stay indoors for long and would start fidgeting until Reese dragged him out and they'd cruise around in their patrol car or just stand on the park and discuss their current case.

Crews wasn't here and she had no case nor a patrol car but she couldn't stay indoors a second later and as soon as she was done with her work Reese went out and walked around town like a beat cop. She finally ended up on the park and settled on one of the picnic tables.

It wasn't even sunny and she missed the sun. She missed having a decent sun shine and despite the cloudy conditions Reese continued to stubbornly wear her glasses.

(Open!)

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday [8/7]

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary was absolutely certain that the midgets staying on the second floor were up to no good. And there was no Ed, Danny or Mike to do surveillance for her. That was her excuse for why she was wearing the black t-shirt, black pants and black baseball cap while sitting across from the elevators, pretending to read a magazine. In reality, she was keeping track of who was using the elevator to head up to the second floor, assuming the people she did not recognize were the midget's clients.

Somehow, she'd totally forgotten that she wouldn't be able to see people using the stairs. This wasn't going to end well.

Welcome to Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Chicken Kiev
Pasta Salad with Asparagus, Baby Corn and Fresh Herbs

Things Reborn, Friday [8/7]

[chic-harper.livejournal.com]

Harper had two new arrivals sitting next to the register. She also had her price gun, but she was trying to figure how how much to charge for these… things. She had no clue why anyone would want them.

Things Reborn was open!

Trooper Station, Friday

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Yeah. So he was gonna be the Sheriff. Ray was gonna be the Sheriff, and Cooper was leaving. That was a-okay with him. Yep. Ray could handle this just fine.

Ray stared at the paperwork on his desk, and lifted a bit. "Gotta signature here--" he read, then put it back down again. Right. He could do this.

"Ralph," Ray called, "Get yourself a coffee on me, will you?" The trooper had been hovering, okay? Lookin' through Ray's stuff, getting an eye on, it was not right.

"What are you waiting for? Skedaddle! Shoo!"

Ralph rolled his eyes behind the helmet, and moved.

"Right."

Ray looked back at the paperwork. He could do this. He could do this.

... He was fucked. Cooper musta gone insane. Dammit.

[[ open, but for xtreme SP as I go on a mini-cation today! ]]

Dite's Decadent Delights; Friday [ 08/07 ].

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

A lot of the novelties of the store were just too frivolous for Valentine's disposition today. She was feeling thoughtful and, even worse, cunning, but, thankfully, there appeared to be some options to take care of that.

There were several interesting erotic chess sets on the shelves, but she felt there was one that suited her sense of class a little better, and she set up the board at the counter. Her intention was to take the game to another trying level in playing against herself and employing two very different but equally effective strategies for the two sides. Unless, of course, a better opponent showed up. However, in that case, Valentine preferred checkers. Chess with a Wiggin was likely to either be too devastatingly short or just last for hours, and she was supposed to be working, here.

Dite's Decadent Delights is open!

[[ and links NWS! ]]

The Gig, Friday [8/7]

[justlike_a_girl]

The nameless colt was keeping Dani amused today. The first thing she noticed this morning was that he'd left his mother's side to follow Kally around the paddock. The mare seemed a bit confused at first by the colt shadowing her every move, but eventually she got used to it. It was just so cute that Dani may have spent more time watching than doing her chores.

The Gig was open!

Cabot and Associates; Friday [ 08/07 ].

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Between being a turtle and everything else that had been going on that kept making Turtle really miss out on putting in some real heavy duty hours at the office, she felt like she had a lot to catch up on. But, really, that suited her just fine, because going through a ton of files and scanning them over and maybe upping their organization was probably among her top five things to do with a Friday.

And, just to keep things interesting and herself on her toes a little and keeping up with not falling into a rut, she was actually have tea today, instead of coffee.

She was still loading it up with a ton of sugar and milk, though, so it became almost indistinguishable as tea and tasted exactly as the coffee that she loaded up and made indistinguishable as coffee.

But it was the idea of the thing that was important.

The Law Offices of Cabot and Associates
LEGAL SERVICES • LEGAL AID

Cabot and Associates is open!

MCA Lobby; Friday [ 08/07 ].

[no-snow-white.livejournal.com]

Well, Thank Goodness it was Friday, that's all Rachel could say, although it would figure that it would be Friday that a whole bunch of work fell into her lap. In her unending quest to prove that she was busy and professional, she'd come across the fact that one of the apartments she thought was leased out actually wasn't and was opening, which meant she'd have to get to renting it out, because she liked to take her full-up leasing file as a symbol of her status as a crackerjack landlady.

She wondered, then, if the apartment needed to be seen to and cleared out, which lead her to think that it was a doll-gone shame that she didn't have any servants here like she had in Johannesburg, even if they did steal the sugar, and, well, why shouldn't she? Hire someone out to do all the things like clearing out apartments and fixing things that broke down, because there was no reason why she should have to do it herself.

And it was that reasoning that lead her to put together a very nice sign in her very practiced hand (always complimented for its charm, just fancy enough to be societal, but not overbearingly so) and put it in the window facing the street: Mauvaise Chance Apartments is currently looking to employ a Tenant Services Representative. Please inquire within, with references.

She was very proud of her use of Tenant Services Representative, since that sounded better than Errand Boy, and she knew better than to take anyone on without references after some of the hired help she'd had in Africa, jeez oh man. Couldn't take any chances when you were hiring people, because people were just untrustworthy, and that was a fact.

[[ open! MCA info! ]]

Covent Garden Flowers, [8/7]

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley arrived at work, utterly unaware that anything had happened to his job status quo.

Poor boy was probably in for a bit of a shock.

He was mostly confused by the signage out front. That was weird.

The flower shop, however, was open.

[ooc:And so is the post, having freed itself from the shackles of OCD]

Freelance Police HQ - Thursday

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

Murdock was rather distracted today, busily thinking over things. Like the team. Stockwell's missions. Fandom. Abby Irene.

The problem was trying to keep them all without comprimising any. It was starting to prove difficult.

He didn't even notice Spatula circling more than he usually did. Maybe he was plotting something too?

Book Haven - Friday, 8/07

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir was in the shop.
The Book Haven was open.
His mood was very good.

[ocd up]

Support Services Meeting: The Park, Friday afternoon

[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

The girls were back out at the picnic tables today, and Morgana was looking rather pleased.

"I believe I speak for both Francine and myself when I say thank you to everyone who came to help with the researching last week," she said. "Although what happened wasn't quite the danger for which we've been preparing, we were very well organized, and I was amazed by how well everyone worked with one another. I thought that perhaps we could discuss how the weekend went for everyone. Is there anything we could have done to be more prepared, or is there anything new you think we should start doing now?"

[ocd is up!]

Guilty as Charged - 8/7 - Early Afternoon

[i-lovedfalling.livejournal.com]

After finishing with some new inventory, Haley decided to rummage through a random box of things she's had forever behind her desk at the shop. Little did she know, they in that box she would find almost every single mix cd that Poot and Frank had made for her over the past three years.

There was a 'Gangsta' cd with a mix of Notorious B.I.G., Public Enemy, and the Beastie Boys to name a few. There was a 'Funktastic' cd with mostly 80's and 70's funk all the way from "Funkytown" to "Electric Avenue". There were definitely more than a couple rock n' roll mixes. Not to mention, the really hard rock shit that only Poot seemed to know about.

She had some of the music on her iPod already, but most of it was just on the discs.

So, obviously, she was going to be on the hunt for a cd player that she could hook up to the speakers after work.

Android's Dungeon, Friday [8/7]

[awakestheghosts]

Chloe was at work, but she was on her cellphone as well. It seems that a certain witch had gotten a bit snippy because Chloe hadn't called and checked in last week.

"Look, Tori, can I call you back this evening? I'm kind of at work."

"... You went out and got a job?"

"Two of them, actually."

"Chloe Saunders you are supposed to be laying low. How could you be so ---"

It was going to be a long day.

Android's Dungeon is open.



[[OCD-free]]

Caritas - Friday Evening [Open]

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck was in a much better mood this week compared to last week. Church made him feel better (which was scary) and now he was drinking for fun rather than out of emo. Which was always good.

Now if only the zombies would lay off the REO Speedwagon. It was weird.

[Up early because omfg it'll take me forever to notice pings without comment notifications]

Turtle and Canary -- Friday

[feedsonchaos.livejournal.com]

Hope went through the usual routine at the store before settling behind the counter and wondering if she should call Benicio and tell him about what'd happened to Savannah. (Not knowing all the details, of course.) Considering that Savannah didn't even know about her... it wasn't a call she wanted to make.

So she'd decide later.

That decision made, she snagged a magazine someone had left behind the counter and settled in.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Coping Mechanism, Banana, Blue.

Atlas Gym, Friday Evening

[puppy_fair]

It was true, what Deadpool had said to Zack earlier in the week. It would have been a really, really sad thing if Zack had up and snapped in the headspace way too much to handle a good, no-holds-barred swordfight at the gym.

After all, getting the crap kicked out of him, and doing some buttkicking in turn, was probably the most efficient, most immediate sort of therapy that Zack could come up with. Well, next to hugs and cookies, which there had already been plenty of through the course of the week.

There were many effective coping methods for really disturbing experiences, okay?

Zack was giving his sword a few practise swings while he waited for his opponent to arrive. For the first time in a long while, Zack had actually made it early to something.

[For the guy in the red pyjamas, but of course the rest of the gym is open to those who need it!]

The Outback - Friday evening - 8/07

[brandyforapples.livejournal.com]

She wasn't sure if this was a good idea, but there was a half-written letter on her desk in her rooms at the apartment building that she couldn't deny she'd written and her fingers practically itched with the desire to get her hands on a file, a bit of evidence, a length of rope or a scrap of cloth. She loved it here, she'd loved it here, but she was a creature of duty, a workaholic, and one who had been idle for far too long. Most importantly, she loved something else.

Someone else.

And she wasn't sure at all how this would go. That was why she was sipping at a brandy she'd convinced the man to give her straight up and trying not to twist the little brown loaf into pieces.

[for one but the restaurant is open, obviously]