Imperial Brim [Saturday, September 12]

[irulan-atreides.livejournal.com]

Irulan was looking through the catalogs, studying which collection should be added to the Imperial Brim. She should add something exotic, something not of this world. Perhaps she should think 'intergalactic' rather than 'global' fashions?

It was something to think about, meanwhile, there was tea.

The Imperial Brim is Hiring
Monday or Saturday shifts available

The Imperial Brim is open.

Cafe Fina, Sunday

[puppy_fair]

Zack was not at Cafe Fina today!

Why was Zack not at Cafe Fina today? Because you don't turn sixteen years old every day, that's why!

... Or, at least, that was what the dishes told him when he showed up to work even more energetic than usual and they'd asked him why. Upon realizing that it was his birthday, they'd pretty much given up hope that he'd mellow out at all, and they'd chased him out again.

With love. Honest.

Cafe Fina is open! And about as mellow as a business staffed by giant singing and dancing dishes can possibly be!

[It is a dishmoddy day!]

Fandom Fight Club - Atlas Gym - Sunday Evening

[atreideslioness]

"Welcome back," Ghanima began, looking over the assorted company. "I'm pleased to see we didn't scare too many of you off by forcing introductions."

"Luckily for you, there aren't any enforced group bonding activities today. Only sparring."

"Sparring," Tyler concurred. "No talking. And, since we're huge now, more matches. You and you, you and you, you in the back and you trying to look too cool for this. Ghanima, pick the last six."

"You can talk to other people, of course, but only if you want to. And you should introduce yourself to your partner," she commented dryly. "Let's see. You, sir, with her. And you and you. Leto, with her."

"Everyone else, grab someone, grab some mat, and start punching."

"We're here if you need us," Tyler added, retreating back to observe.

Arrive & Mingle / Beginner & Training Area / RNG Matches / Open Sparring / Talk to the Organizers / OOC

[Wait for the OCD if you please. No more waiting! Go ahead and start hitting!]

Fast Eddie's - Sunday Evening, Post Fight Club

[atreideslioness]

This had been a horrible, horrible handwaved idea the first time around, born of radio notes, large amounts of alcohol, and a need to introduce Minsc to pizza and bowling for his own good.

It was quite possible that this was not any better of an idea the second time around.

"What I don't understand," Ghanima announced, as she tried to get the score-keeper-thing to work, "is why the shoes don't match. Is there a quantifiable reason that bowling shoes must be ugly and ill-fitting, or is it just for the amusement of the employees?"


[OOC: For the three other members of the Bowling League of Great Justice, and up early for tasty SP goodness!]

The Gig, Sunday

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

The weather was starting to cool, sure, but that wasn't going to stop Firekeeper from sitting outside as usual with the horses once she'd fed and groomed them. It wasn't yet cold enough to worry about boots at least, she mused, stretching out her bare feet in the grass as she watched Blind Seer chase the horses.

Pixie Dust, Sunday

[notasuiciderisk.livejournal.com]

"No, Mom, really, I'm fine. Things are going great here."

Silence, as Eric listened to his mother's response. "Sorry about that," he said. There was the briefest hesitation. "My phone died, and I was so busy with class and stuff that I didn't notice for a week, that's all." Or, y'know, he'd completely avoided her calls because she was getting... interested. Of all things. "I'll make sure to pay more attention to it from now on, okay?"

Pixie Dust was open; Eric was trying to learn how to throttle people through the phone.

[As with Addy in the clinic, I'm off to work! Back at some point this evening, SP is, as always, made of yay.]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Sunday

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

The part of the store with the chairs and the paintings had been blocked off, with a solid wall and a door. The door had a sign that said Please knock before entering. Not that anything was going on in the room at the moment.

Aphrodite, a prim set of golden glasses perched on her nose, was busy at the desk. She was writing, making scribbles on a piece of paper, before erasing them and rewriting. After a moment, she pushed her glasses up and raised the paper in front of Hercules.

"There. What do you think?"

Herc glanced at the paper, then continued his all important washing of his paws.

"That enthused, huh?"

More scribbling, more paper being thrown behind her, more erasing.

'Dite's Decadent Delights is open.

(ooc: Post is open, but I'm on SP until this evening -- off to a soccer game! Mmm... soccer....)

Things Reborn, Sunday

[iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com]

As Ben was going through some new donations, he came across a box of old-timey alarm clocks. The ones you had to wind, with the bells on top of them and everything. And so, of course, he had to put up a display, set them all for exactly the same time, and wait for alarm-based carnage.

The sad thing was that he did this repeatedly throughout the day in hopes of getting them to go off when a customer stopped in, just to get their reaction.

[OOC: I don't feel like OCD today. So there is none! If you stop in, feel free to mod the alarms going off at any point during your shopping.]

Freelance Police HQ, Sunday

[survivesplague.livejournal.com]

With his first meeting as a member of Fight Club later, Kyle figured that today would be a good day to inspect his weapons and make sure they were all in good shape. What this basically amounted to was a man with a frankly terrifying amount of explosives, blaster ammo, and only a couple guns on his desk looking at everything and trying to decide how many stormtroopers they could take out if necessary.

The answer was, of course, "a lot, especially if the mines were placed properly."

Truly, this was the kind of guy you wanted solving any cases you might have involving giant balls of twine.

[OOC: No OCD here, either. There's football on and I'm too distracted watching my two fantasy leagues.]

The Beach, Sunday Noon

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

The beach remained Jak's favorite place on the island. He'd worn off the homesickness pretty quickly - he was used to being away, after months of chasing around trying to help Daxter - but that didn't mean that running on the beach wasn't, and wouldn't always be, a personal favorite.

So that's where he was, at noon, speeding across the sand in laps, getting some strain going. Yeah. Exercise was awesome. Even if he was starting to get enormous amounts of sand between his toes.

This was why he didn't wear shoes.

[[ open! ]]

Wellspring Arms [all day]

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

Biff had discovered a new game on Facebook.

"Grow faster!" he commanded his farm.

It wasn't listening.

Wellspring Arms was open.

The Perk, late Sunday afternoon

[magdaofslovenia.livejournal.com]

So far, today had started with a burglary, progressed to shopping and a Talk, and now, there was coffee. Sophie really felt in need of it at this point.

[expecting abetterthief, but open for all your coffee needs]

Chilly Boulder, Sunday Evening

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

Elena had gotten Layla's e-mail, and as much as she was trying (and completely failing) not to be friends with Zack, she sort of was. Friends with him. And friends should go to birthday parties. Right? Right.

She hadn't expected to be the first one there, but she was going to roll with it. A little preparation, some party favors and hats to hand around, and she even wrote GIFTS on the back of a menu and propped it up on a side table.

Now, to wait for the guest of honor. And all the rest of the guests, for that matter ...

(OOC: posted for the lovely-but-afk iknowstuff. If you wanted an invite, you got one, and hell, you don't need an invite to drop in, either. OCD coming up!)

Caritas [Sunday evening]

[canadianpopstar.livejournal.com]

Today, Robin was doing a crossword puzzle up at the bar.

"Tino, what's a ten-letter word for 'changing'?" she called.

Tino ignored her.

"It starts with a C."

He continued to ignore her.

"...Carhignion," Robin decided. "That makes all my downward choices work."

Luke's Diner, September 14 (Monday)

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

It seemed like a grilled cheese kind of day. But not just any kind of grilled cheese, and in fact Lacey had taken one look at the loaf of Velveeta that the delivery guy had brought in and promptly banished it to the back of the refrigerator. Then she'd booted the cook aside and taken over the grill, humming cheerfully to herself the whole time.

The cook didn't mind; it meant more time for him to spend with the deep fryer.

The rest of the kitchen guys were starting to wonder what was up with him and that deep fryer lately.

He wasn't telling.

Today's Specials
GRILLED CHEESE!
Smoked Bacon, Arugula, Tomato, and Cheddar
Rum-Soaked Pear and Asiago with Blue Cheese Crust
Pastrami and Caramelized Onions with Mitica Cheese
Fresh Peach and Triple-Cream Brie with Prosciutto

Dog River would be scandalized, and want to know what was wrong with regular old grilled cheese. Luke's is open, and Lacey is having the grilled and melty time of her life.

[OOC: Today's post is in honor of The Grilled Cheese Truck. Because.]