Turtle & Canary -- Thursday

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Maron yawned, covering her mouth with one hand and glancing around the store. She hadn’t slept that well and was a bit out of it because of that.

And she wasn’t going to drink coffee. Coffee tasted gross.

Grabbing a broom, even though that was totally Apu’s usual job, Maron got to work. Hopefully moving around would wake her up more.

Today’s Squish Flavors: Tropicana, Grape Judas, Fruit Punch

Turtle & Canary is Open!

Magic Box, Thursday, 9/10

[life_inshadow]

Leaving the kitten at home this week, Tara rushed to the Magic Box after class to get the store open on time.

She might have overdone the "rushing" thing a tiny bit, since she slipped on a wet patch near the door, tripped over the hem of her skirt, and fell across the threshold in a truly spectacular pratfall that left her with a badly skinned knee.

Whimpering (and hoping no one had noticed), she went to find the first-aid kit to patch her knee up.

The Magic Box was open. The girl working there was limping a little.

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Thursday

[shiroi_tiger]

If anybody were to ask Algren, he would tell them that he'd had a productive week. Supervising two clubs, teaching a class that he still wasn't sure how he was talked into, and then there was little Jan's birthday party last week after work...

It was a wonder he hadn't managed to wear himself out quite yet.

And now he was back at work, not selling guns. Which was an important job, really. Or, at least, he seemed to think so. After all, if he wasn't here not selling guns, someone else might be here actually doing so.

There was something awry in that logic, and so Algren was going to just content himself with paperwork, today.

[OCD on the way up!]

Morgan's Hardware - Thursday, 9/10

[bau-beefcake.livejournal.com]

Morgan dropped his bag behind the desk and plopped unceremoniously into his chair at the back. This one... this one had been a rough one, rougher than most even if he'd come home relatively unscathed in the physical sense. He almost would have preferred a cracked rib or a gash or even a bullet wound to what he'd seen this last week.

It would heal faster.

As it was, he made a note to head to the church and see how the angel was doing, maybe try and talk to him about it a little to see if he could make sense of things. For the moment, though? He was going to make sure he had that estimate for the girl who wanted the paddock and check the inventory.

Morgan's Hardware and Repair
Home improvement supplies - Plumbing - Electrical Work
Painting - Custom Carpentry - Installation - Signs
Now Hiring!
The store was open. [and OCDless]

Atlas Gym | Thursday

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As was his way, Dimitri was at Atlas early and ready to go. The ladies had shown him how to work the overhead music, which had the potential to make the people working out chagrin.

It may be better not to ask where the AC/DC CDs came from.

Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel was in a bit of an odd mood today -- for him, anyway -- and was definitely looking distracted as he took to the pulpit, a book that was most decidedly not the Bible tucked under one arm.

It didn't come untucked at any point during his sermon, but throughout the service, whenever the choir was singing or someone was doing a reading or any time Castiel himself wasn't the focus of the congregation, he pulled it out and read a few pages.

Which probably didn't bode well for the comprehensibility of today's sermon. He was very clearly making this one up as he went, after all.

"Doubt," he said. And let the word hang in the air for a long moment as though he wanted to study it before he finally continued. "Is not a sin. Even the Lord's son, the very person sent to Earth to forgive your sins, had his moments of doubt."

( Moody angel is moody. And maybe just a bit complainy. )

Then he stepped down, grabbed a seat behind the altar, and opened his book again, leaving one of the altar boys to attempt to finish the service.

Oh yeah, the angel was definitely in a mood. And yeah, the fact that it was just this sort of mood that lead to Lucifer's fall? So not helping.

[ooc: OCD a-comin. is up and I totally didn't forget to mention that for, like, an hour, shut up.]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Thursday

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The chairs had moved. In fact, half the store had moved.

Overnight, things seemed to have shifted from right to left, leaving the right hand lower corner of the store open, empty of everything but the chairs and the fishbowl.

Which now sat on a bookshelf, the fish happily staring down at Hercules, who looked up at the greater height with annoyance.

"Just wait, Herc, you'll get bigger, and then what am I gonna do?" Aphrodite grinned down as she paused in her work. "I'll have to get bigger bookcases."

Then she happily continued hanging three new paintings on the wall.

Decadent Delights is open.

(ooc: Open store, open post, open mind . . . the OCD stayed home.)

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Thursday [9/10]

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

Hoshi was a little sleepy when she arrived at the hotel, which is why an entire tray of leftover kappa maki from yesterday's multicultural fair ended up on the floor. She groaned, but Hoshi knew that leftover sushi was generally a pretty bad idea. And at least Gunther was willing to clean up the mess, but then he banned Hoshi from the kitchen until she got some rest.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Miso-flavored Ramen Soup
Beef Sukiyaki

Stark Industries: Thursday

[memberslonely.livejournal.com]

Today Lindsay was on the phone bitching out one of Tony's department heads for violating certain security protocols regarding proprietary research.

By the time she was done with him she was pretty sure he was crying.

Good day!

[And Open]

Luke's Diner, Thursday

[lovemykilt]

Priestly decided that he was going to have whatever he made in cooking class be a special at the diner that week.

Unfortunately, the kitchen guys had no idea what he meant when he demanded "ham-bananas", and Priestly couldn't remember the proper name in French.

Today's Specials
Ham and cheese
Fried plantains
Banana's foster

Never let it be said that Priestly couldn't improvise.

Luke's was open.

Cabot and Associates, 9/10

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

Jennifer Walters, hard working employee, opened up the office and started filing.

She liked filing. It was like making order out of chaos. The... menial task way.

[ooc: No OCD, very open]

Covent Garden Flowers :: Thursday, September 10

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The weather had turned, so Vida was making it quite clear to the vendors that orders should be in appropriate seasonal colors. Golds! Purples! Burgundies! Ambers! Vida adored the fall, in no small part because she was an Autumn.

Covent Garden Flowers

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

Lobster Hut, Thursday evening

[future_sandworm]

Leto was quite certain that Triela would show up, despite her obvious nervousness about this dinner. She was too proud not to. He also suspected that she had suggested seafood to make him a little uneasy, but it didn't quite work. The Fremen did keep fish to protect their water reserves, after all, even if they tasted differently than those from the sea.

Lobsters, however. Leto wrinkled his nose a little as he looked through the menu, waiting for Triela.

[For one, obviously.]

The Beach [Thursday afternoon]

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Max had decided that with the weather beginning to shift he should enjoy the beach as much as he could. Not that it wouldn't still be nice when it was cold, but it wouldn't be the same, and that was a shame.

So he was sitting on the sand with his feet resting on that transitional zone where the waves washed up and then flowed back out.

Life? Was good.

[It's an open beach!]

Pixie Dust, Thursday

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

Elena was still checking out the shoes. She couldn't help it, they had entirely too many in here that were way too chic to be believed. Lucky her, getting a discount.

Pixie Dust was open.

Caritas - Thursday evening [Open]

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"Hey, Tino," Ben said, walking into the bar holding a box. "I know we haven't really had the best start with being coworkers, but I think this might help."

Ben put the box down on the bar and opened it. It was a cake with the letters "BFF" written on it.

Minutes later, the cake was in the garbage. "I'm sorry!" Ben said. "How was I supposed to know you hated strawberry filling that much? You never open up to me."

Just another day at the bar.

new girl in a new town

[thegray-lady.livejournal.com]

It was a new place, this island of Fandom, but Lia imagined it would do her some good to live somewhere new for a while and discover what it was like to live in her own skin. She explored a little in her first day on the island, coming across a shop with "antiques" inside. Of course, all the things inside looked contemporary to her, if a little well-used, and she was amused at the concept of such things being referred to as vintage.

She gazed into the window, wondering if this particular place was in need of a proprietor.