Pixie Dust, Friday

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny was quite a busy little bee today, much to her woe. There was sweeping to be done and displays to be rearranged, liquor to be restocked and vendors to deal with. Jenny didn't know what the latest Homecoming trends were, she just knew eventually people would start showing up in her shop wanting clothes for it.

"Look, just send me one of everything. Yes, and the back to school trends, too. I'll burn the stuff that's hideous." Click.

She needed a drink. Good thing she'd restocked!

The 'NOW HIRING' sign was still in the window. Pixie Dust is open.

Coyote Medicine, Friday

[allyofthevarden.livejournal.com]

Arya opened up the store a little early, to allow herself some time in the sweat lodge. Feeling a bit more relaxed, she checked the store's inventory and for anything that needed cleaning, etc. Placing the sign in the window, Arya settled behind the counter, ready for the day ahead.

COYOTE MEDICINE Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services THE MEDICINE WOMAN IS IN. Now Hiring! Saturday and Wednesday shifts available

Coyote Medicine is open.

[OOC: No OCD today. It's run away in search of nicer weather! I'll be AFK most of the day!]

The Beach / Thursday Afternoon

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

Azula arrived on the beach early and began to warm up. Her discussion with Professor Skywalker about lightning made her curious about her capacity to summon it. More than anything lightning would be the best indicator on her state of mind.

She took a deep breath and cleared her mind of everything. Lightning needed a calm, precise mind free of emotion. She began the circular motion to summon lightning. Felt opposing energies course through her body and knew almost immediately something was wrong.

The opposing energies didn't want to be guided.

Just like it had been during the Agni Kai, it hurt to bend lightning. Pain lanced up and down her body and Azula gritted her teeth, too stubborn to stop and knowing if she did the energy would explode inside her. She completed the arc and lunged forward to stab at the sky. An unfocused, too powerful bolt of lightning raced to the clouds.

Dammit. That was close, a second longer and the lightning would have reached her heart.

After a few moments Azula straightened and scowled. This would not do. She sat on the sand and proceeded to meditate while she waited for Dinah.


(for blondecanary!)

Strokes of Genius- Friday

[slapbetcommish.livejournal.com]

Lily had been feeling juuuust the tiniest symptoms of one of those 24-hour summer colds, which gave her the excuse to do something she'd actually been dying to do.

When she got to the store and had everything opened, she reached into her very large purse to retrieve the Snuggie. And put it on. She was betting it'd be a quiet day, who was going to know? She might as well be comfortable.

She wondered if this is how Marshall felt with his nightgown.


[Dude, I said I was going to do this like six months ago. Oops. The OCD is warm and fuzzy and did not come in today.]

Dite's Decadent Delights; Friday [ 09/11 ].

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

Typically, Valentine didn't bring her laptop with her to Dite's shop; there were usually more than enough things to keep her entertained and distracted from her tendency to browse, but today was an exception. To her credit, though, she was working on writing something, but as to what it was, she wasn't about to tell anyone.

She was not about to neglect her dedication for featuring thematic devices. Quite the opposite, in fact. For today, on display at the counter, she had the Sinulator, a device that you plugged into your computer so that someone else, over the magicks of teh Intrawebz, could control the vibe and movement of it. There was even a name involved in the development of such products: teledildonics.

The Internet: not only for porn, but taking it to new interactive levels. It was beautiful, really.

Dite's Decadent Delights is open!

[[ and link unfortunately not as NWS as it could be ]]

Cabot and Associates; Friday [ 09/11 ].

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

To better stave off any nervousness that might be involved with the fact that she and Val had their radio auditions tonight, Turtle was throwing herself headfirst and steady into her work at the office today. She was, after all, her most productive when she was skirting around something else.

She would have liked to have said she was confident because she had been doing this forever, but that would have been a lie. There were a lot of good, new, fresh broadcasters this time around and, comparatively, she was worrying that she'd been doing this too long and was getting stale. So when she wasn't buried in research or organization, she was wondering what she could do to make the broadcast stand out a little more, without being too gimmicky.


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

Cabot and Associates is open!

Things Reborn, Friday [9/11]

[chic-harper.livejournal.com]

Harper spent most of her time today sitting behind the register, seeing what was around to decorate her crutches. The paper streamers from last week were gone, but today she'd added silk flowers and an extra dusting of glitter. They came out looking so great that she couldn't imagine giving them up just yet.

Things Reborn was open! Just don't expect the girl behind the register to move around a lot.

Support Services: The Park, Friday after classes

[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

With no syrup rain to deal with this week, the girls were back at their usual spot, at the picnic tables at the front of the main shelter.

"Good afternoon," Morgana said cheerfully. "Thank you all for coming today. We've been looking forward to starting things up again. For those of you who we haven't met yet, I am Morgana, and this is Francine. Our goal here is to support the students when trouble arises, by assisting those who choose to fight and really doing whatever else is necessary. If you are new, please introduce yourselves, because we would like to get to know you. I also thought that perhaps we could take suggestions for future meetings this week. Is there anything you all think we should learn? The CPR demonstration went well, so perhaps there are more things we should do such as that?"

[OCD is miraculously up! *pokes LJ with a stick*]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday [9/11]

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

As far as Casey Manning went, he was the dead boyfriend who kept on giving from the the grave. First, he'd left Mary a huge chunk of shares in the Montecito Resort Group in his will, and now he was giving her a massive headache as she tried to go through several years of financial documents so she could vote at the stockholder's meeting.

"Gunther, this sucks. Why in the world would Casey leave me with this? I mean, I dumped him!" she grumbled to the chef, who helpfully pointed out that this may have been Casey's revenge for being dumped in the first place.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Turkey Pot Pie

[Open! The OCD got lost while waiting for this post to load.]

Covent Garden Flowers [9/11]

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley opened up Covent Garden happily, though he was confused by the phone call he'd received the night before. His buddy Johnny was already talking about a big graduation party. The school year had just started!

Besides, he knew the place he was talking about. That wasn't that big of a deck. How many people could really fit on it, anyway?

Covent Garden Flowers

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

[ooc: The OCD ran away with a waitress.]

The Gig, Friday [9/11]

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani's cell phone was ringing in the office, but she was in the barn instead, trying to ignore it. Her father had left a whole bunch of messages for her last night and she was not eager to talk to him. Besides, those saddles really needed to be polished right away. It was way too important for Dani to take any of those calls right now.

The Gig was open!

[The OCD went to take a nap and hasn't come back.]

Trooper Station, Friday

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"If I keep getting this much paperwork, I'm gonna start making paper planes," Ray bitched at Ralph. The trooper rolled his eyes. Seriously. The kinda disrespect Ray was getting here--

Okay, Ray knew he was a crap sheriff. Still. Respect, or something.

"You keep doing that," he started, "I'm gonna get the Mountie in, tell you some Inuit stories-- don't look at me like that, 'course I know what an Inuit-- no, it ain't an Eskimo."

[[ open, but with provisional SP warning ]]

The Park, Friday Afternoon

[loyal-type.livejournal.com]

Oz sat tuning his guitar on a bench in the park. He'd automatically left his guitar case open before him. Not in any hope of people dropping money into it, it was just a habit he'd picked up busking in London and Edinburgh.

Once the guitar was tuned, he strummed absently for a moment before picking out the notes of Age of Aquarius. Oz fancied himself a mix of subcultures. He was a little bit punk, a little bit beatnik. A little bit grunge, and a little bit hippie.

These days he really liked the laid back, good vibrations attitude of hippies. Especially around the full moon.

[Ze post, she is open no?]

Book Haven - Friday, 9/11

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir, still feeling a bit out of sorts, was reading today at work. Nothing in particular, of course, just what was in the bin at the back. The tea was out, the cookies were spread, and everything was as it should be otherwise.

The store was open. The boy was... not so much.

[ocdless due to MEETINGS]

Movie Sign Theatre 3000, Friday Evening

[furnaceface]

Another week had come and gone, the island hadn't managed to somehow kill him with random acts of pudding, and Jonothon was in a relatively decent mood, all things taken into consideration. He'd made plans with a few people to go and see different films, which was somewhat astounding in its own right, but this was the one evening out that he figured he needed the most.

There was something cathartic about watching crazy guys who were supposed to be dead attempt to kill people who ran very, very slowly, using a machete.

NOW PLAYING
Thursday the Fourteenth

//And if yer want popcorn,// Jono said, glancing at his partner in crime, //Yer might as well get yer own. All I ever use it for is tossin' at the screen.//

[For the aforementioned partner in crime, but the theatre is open for anyone else who wants to see the show! ... I totally have no idea what the meta for anything is, anymore.]

Turtle and Canary -- Friday

[feedsonchaos.livejournal.com]

It was Friday, which meant Hope was at work. And it was one of her uber-productive days, which meant that the entire store had been cleaned to within an inch of its life. Apu had even helped by staying out of the way and manning the Squishy Bot for her while she cleaned. She'd have to buy him a beer for that.

Cleanliness achieved, she settled behind the front counter with a magazine.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Orange, Satisfaction, Sweet Potato.