The Arms Hotel; Wednesday [ 09/09 ].

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There was a benefit to working today. Since it was the ninth day of the ninth month of the ninth year, Valentine had managed to concoct a reasonably believable theory to propose to Gunther that made it clear that it would bode ill for anyone who did not take extreme caution today. As such, she was best left out of the kitchen and at the desk, for who knew what sort of evil could be wrought in the midst of 09/09/09? Nothing good, that was what.

Gunther had been incredibly skeptical, although the points Valentine made were at least intriguing. He decided it wouldn't hurt to play it safe, but vowed that next week, she was not getting out of helping. Which gave her a whole week to think of a new excuse.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special:
Figgy Piggy Cornish Hens

The Arms Hotel is open!

Things Reborn: Wednesday

[iknowstuff.livejournal.com]

With a new semester came a enw work schedule. Luckily it hadn't been too hard to switch from working on Tuesdays to Wednesdays.

Right now Layla was doing inventory as she sat behind the counter with a squishy she picked up on the way to work.

[Open. No OCD because... just because.]

MCA Lobby; Wednesday [ 09/09 ].

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Rachel had some work to do at the lobby desk today, some of it regarding a complete redecoration of this lobby, some of it much more boring, which is why the pauses to sigh and look around the place with vacant daydreaming happened quite a lot. She still couldn't get over it. All those nice flowers, just poof! Gone. Unexplainably. She thought about going to the police about it, if only to have someone complain, but, really, those tacky streamers had gone with the flowers, and the flowers were probably dead by now anyway, so she'd just have to schedule a trip to the bar and complain to whoever was there instead.

Still, they were nice. She should maybe think of ordering some more to show up and decorate the place until the new furniture came in, and she could sign them from a secret admirer and then just won't everyone be jealous that she kept getting anonymous flowers like that.

But for now there was just a lot of paperwork, and a lot of sighing over the heavy burden of it all.

[[ open lobby is open! ]]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Centre, Wednesday

[intraspective]

Ino had heard radio and frankly didn’t give a damn what someone who hadn’t even met her thought about her. People would think what they wanted to anyway, right? So, obviously, unless they were friends then it totally didn’t matter what they wanted to say. (Because they, clearly, were the dumb ones.)

Very mature, obviously. Or so she liked to think.

After checking out all her plants, she curled up in Cable-san’s chair with a notebook and got back to work on her... math homework.

Shut up.

Wellspring Arms is Open.

Dite's Decadent Delights, Wednesday

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There was a change in the store today, though one would be hard pressed to point out exactly what it was. The difference was more in the attitude than the arrangement. While the sparkle was still there, it seemed to be a more serious sparkle. The exclamation points were straighter. Merchandise that normally just sat haphazardly in bins were now lined evenly. Boxes met at exact corners to make serious edges.

Even Hercules seemed to study the mouse toy before attacking in a quite serious manner.

As for Aphrodite, she was seriously studying the screen of a brand new laptop before spending some moments furiously but carefully typing, occasionally speaking as she hit the keys.

"While it is true . . . that . . . Freud's theories . . . are . . . based on observation and . . . basic research . . . his conclu-sions are based . . . on observations of those . . . he claims have . . . unhealthy . . . sexual drives rather than . . . what he terms . . . normal people.

"I believe that . . . a strong sex drive is . . . necessary and healthy, and . . . if we use that as our . . . basis for . . . therapeutic measures . . . we will be able to help people become . . . comfortable . . . with themselves. . . and their sexual desires . . . thereby increasing their confidence in . . . other areas of their . . . life."

She stopped and glared at the screen. "Make me argue Freud, will you? I'll give you Freud."

Hercules blinked and chewed his toy.

Dite's Decadent Delights is open.

(ooc: Post and store open for all your . . . needs! As always, Dite flies OCD free.)

Covent Garden Flowers, Wednesday, 9/9

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

So instead of quitting, Dinah had switched days with Miss Boheme and Joan instead, and now she was working Wednesdays, which left the end of her week free for other kinds of training and investigation. Or getting in trouble.

So there's singing to the plants today, mostly P!nk and Rihanna.

Covent Garden Flowers

Vida Boheme, prop.
Fresh flowers from nosegays to bouquets!
Delivery available upon request.

Covent Garden Flowers is open. And there's a tiger sleeping behind the counter.
[ocd freeee]

Fourth Dimension Fine Arts & Antiques, Wednesday

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A new exhibit was up this week: Fractal Art. Sophie was still re-arranging a few things, but in-between times, she was studying a script, preparing herself for the next open audition day at the Boards.

Coffee, tea, and lemonade were on the sidebar.

[open!]

The Perk, Wednesday afternoon

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel was an angel on a mission. A mission to locate something on the internet that had nothing to do with sex. It hadn't been going well, so far.

He had, however, managed to locate some fan sites devoted to the books by Carver Edlund, apparently even from his own universe.

It was quite a find, a confirmation that, despite his own failure to get back to it, his universe was still in existence. It was not, however, something on the internet that didn't involve sex.

There was, in fact, quite a bit of sex involved.

Castiel had read each of the published Edlund books cover to cover. He'd read the drafts of the unpublished works. He was intimately familiar with the whole story. And he was quite certain that the boys had never done that. They were brothers.

So Castiel was busy typing away at astounding speed -- for someone typing with two fingers, at the very least -- as he created a profile for himself on one of the websites and set about to correct this strange misconception.

Someone was wrong. On the internet. And it was up to Castiel to correct them.

[ooc: I had to! Open!]

Imperial Brim [Wednesday, September 9]

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Jack opened the shop, seeing the tags with "9% off!" due to today's date. 9-9-9. Er, 09. "Wow. Pretty freaky." Might be one of those Days Of Portent or whatever.

He busied himself around the shop, cleaning up a bit, waiting for customers. He made sure the sign was hung:
The Imperial Brim is Hiring
Monday or Saturday shifts available

[Imperial Brim is open! OCD is cowering]

Groovy Tunes, Wednesday

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice was working on a new playlist, today. She didn't know just yet what would be on it. She was pulling CDs from the aisles blindly, listening to them, and discovering if any of the songs were to her liking.

She had a low success rate, so far, as she accidentally selected a Creed album to start. That one was going to be smashed up and placed in the garbage, and she was going to be more careful in her blind selections in the future. Or at least check the labels before placing them in the player.

Chilly Boulder [Wednesday evening]

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Triela's lack of a sweet tooth meant that she didn't spend a lot of time at the Boulder, but she didn't have a problem with the place. After handwavily arranging to meet Ino after gun club she'd headed over. She was running just a bit late due to staying at club a bit too long, but she was okay with that, and Ino probably wouldn't mind.

[For the one, though you're welcome to bug Triela or get some ice cream if you want.]

Cabot and Associates, Wednesday

[glasses-justice.livejournal.com]

Alex was, as per her usual, browsing the legal news of the day. Sotomayor took her seat on the bench. More layoffs, from the huge overpriced firms. And apparently, the good folks at Above the Law had determined that Duke was "the douchiest law school."

Top-notch reporting, as always. Which meant she had to read the whole thing, naturally.

(Open! OCD-free!)

Caritas - Wednesday 9/9

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

Penelope came into work tonight with two boxes of Ho Ho's. Yes, she planned to eat them all and if you called her Miss Piggy or anything similiar, she might just hurt you. She was entitled to large quantities of chocolate if she wanted. At least once a month too.

Caritas is open.

[OOC: AFK until 9ish EST.]
 

The Preserve, Wednesday Afternoon

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Having handwavily forced asked people to come out for some good old fashioned X-Men training, Jean was acting like Scott anxiously waiting for everyone to arrive so they could get started. At least there wasn't any Mr. Logan to make them run way more than people should.

A few miles was good, though. Right?

[[For the best X-Team EVER, but the preserve, she is large]]

Stark Industries - Wednesday

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Naomi was on time for her shift, making sure that everything was set up and organized before she opened.

Stark Industries is open.

The Gig: Thursday [9-10-09]

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Thursday, The Gig, Helen...

Three great things that go great together.

Come visit while they're all together.

The Gig's open!

Book Haven: Thursday [9-10-09]

[livingasheth.livejournal.com]

Millie still had the Help Wanted sign in the window.

She and Proudfoot were curled up in the other window seat enjoying the day and reading while they waited for customers.

Strokes of Genius, Thursday (9/10)

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It was Thursday, so that meant that Katchoo's not-atypical bad mood had the "just got out of Ethics class" flavor to it. Two Truths and a Lie was a pain in the ass most times, and a bitch and a half when you couldn't sling the crazy truths around just to fool people, because they might get back to the person you didn't want them to get back to. Add to that the knowledge that Francine hadn't come home last night and why, and it was epic bad mood-ery.

The first hour of her shift was going to get spent scraping dried clay off the counter and swearing profusely in the process, after which there was going to be a whole lot of sketching, smoking, and Griffin Silver cranked as loud as the battered stereo could go.

Poor stereo. No wonder Clocky kept chirping sympathetically at it.

[OOC: The summer of love was something special; we were so young and OCD-free. Fair warning, we have office visitors coming in and I have to make some off-site runs so may not be able to pick up tags until after work.]