Strokes of Genius, Thursday (October 8)

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Was the scary part the one where Katchoo was humming to herself this morning? Possibly not; she did, after all, do that sometimes. Was it the part where she appeared to be humming a gentle ballad that ought to be played on solo acoustic guitar? Slightly more likely.

Or was it what the song actually was?

Possibly, yeah.

Clocky was keeping a wide berth, that was for sure.

[OOC: The OCD is off at the shoe repair shop with my favorite footwear. *has separation anxiety as;ldkjflak*]

Turtle & Canary -- Thursday

[gods-gymnast.livejournal.com]

Maron was totally using her shift today to consider all the little paint samples and making notes about the accessories she liked best. She still wasn’t sure if she was going to actually do anything drastic to the room or not, but the fact that she had something to work on made her happy.

She was easily amused, sometimes.

Today’s Squishy Flavors: Wasabi, Grape Judas, Strawberry

Turtle & Canary is Open!

Guilty As Charged - Thursday

[asgardcreated.livejournal.com]

Jon was having a day. Things had gone well the night before, and he was doing his best not to think of things coming up, but he was looking up this place where the Fall Trip would be happening.

Maybe he could get in some decent fishing. Along with other things.

For now, it was a Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers day, and he might have been singing along to 'You Don't Know How It Feels'.

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Thursday

[shiroi_tiger]

Algren was actually smiling to himself as he opened the Wellspring Arms today with a large tea in hand from the Perk, thinking back over the events of the week.

He had developed a new fondness for tea. And the school's gun club had put him in mind to see what it might take to procure a pistol for himself. It would hardly do to continue borrowing a student's weapons for use during the club, after all, and it would be sensible to have one set aside in case Fandom went and did something... decidedly dangerous, as it seemed prone to do.

Paranoid? Algren? Absolutely.

[OCD is up, and Open Arms is Open.]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Thursday [10/8]

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

Hoshi was doing recipe research today at the front desk, but in her mind, nothing beat actual recipe research in the kitchen. "Gunther, have you ever heard of this idea of making cake in a coffee mug in the microwave?" she asked, hoping the chef would give her a hand with tweaking the recipe.

Instead, she got a lecture on how real chefs didn't use things like microwaves. It was bad enough that the sous chef took pity on Hoshi slipped her a plate of chocolate plate while Gunther was ranting.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Chocolate Fudge Cake

Stark Industries: Thursday

[memberslonely.livejournal.com]

Her security reports done for the day, Lindsay was sitting at her desk doing a little moonlighting.

No, Cybill Shepherd and Bruce Willis were not involved. Actually it was Linz going over a case report from her old partner back home with various images from the homicides brought up on the large monitors.

Despite the grotesque images, Lindsay looked and felt very much at home with the whole scenario.

[Open]

Atlas Gym | Thursday

[guardian-god.livejournal.com]

There was altogether too much current pop music piped into Atlas on a regular day.

To fix this, Dimitri spent a good twenty minutes fiddling with the overly complicated radio machine to force some 80s tunes out of it before feeling he could go about his day.

And it was a very busy day. Clearly. He'd gotten a new novel and was lounging at the front desk, flipping through the pages at a leisurely rate.

[Open, if OCD-free]

Magic Box | Thursday | 10.08

[life_inshadow]

Tara was still cheerful when she got to work Thursday. She'd spent most of the week processing that so much of what she'd grown up with was wrong; there was anger under there somewhere, but mostly she was relieved.

She spent her shift looking through the crystal balls. It was cheesy, but she still almost hoped someone would give her one for her birthday.

[OOC: OCD got caught in traffic, but the shop is open!]

The beach, Thursday afternoon

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Not enough glee. In the world. Dinah got to the beach early for her lesson, and was already practicing making water-whips after her warm-up stretches. Much better day than yesterday! Yay!

[expecting the Fire Nation taskmaster, but open before and after]

Floral Deliveries, Thursday, 8 October

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( For Jack O'Neill: )

( For Zoe Winchester: )

Dite's Decadent Delights, Thursday

[nofishinmypond.livejournal.com]

So, here Jack was. In the sex shop. Behind the counter, in the sex shop.

He wasn't entirely sure how he'd gotten talked into it, but he suspected he'd probably just agreed for the heck of it. Eh, what the hell.

And the not-a-Goa'uld goddess wanted him to "give it a man's touch". What the hell did that mean, anyway? She probably didn't want him turning the place into a skeevy hole in the wall. Or painting over some of the pink. He'd... figure it out, later. For right now, he had an amazing six-pack of microbrews chilling in a bucket of ice while he wandered the store and familiarized himself with the merchandise. Even the freaky stuff.

In fact, just for the hell of it, he tried on a gimp mask and fiddled with the zipper over his mouth. "Weird."

Covent Garden Flowers :: Thursday, October 8

[auntie-vida.livejournal.com]

After making two deliveries in town that morning, Vida opened up the shop for the day.

Covent Garden Flowers

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

The Preserve, Thursday after classes

[future_sandworm]

Alice had suggested an adventure. Leto was curious to see what this would involve, and spending a day out of doors with Alice could never be a bad thing. As the two of them headed into the woods, he shot her a grin and reached for her hand.

[for notyourpawn , of course, but it's a big preserve.]

Caritas - Thursday evening [Open]

[iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com]

Ben didn't look to be in a good mood when he walked into the bar tonight. "You are Tino, right?" he asked. "Not a clone or a figment of my imagination, right?"

Tino quirked an eyebrow.

"Had to ask," Ben said. "It's been a rough week."

[OOC: I'm around!]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

Aphrodite opened the door to the shop with just a moment of trepidation. She peeked in, relieved to see everything still standing, and turned the sign on the door to open.

As she went further into the place she noticed a leather mask lying on the desk. "Iiii'm not even going to ask." Picking it up carefully to put it back on display, she stopped for a moment. There was something missing. Or, someone. Someone orange and furry.

"Hercules, if you got into anything, I'm going to feed you to the fish." She wouldn't but, what else could you threaten a cat with?

But there was no Hercules. Not in the counseling room, not under the display counter, not on any shelves, not under the lingerie racks. Even though the door was closed, she checked behind and around all the boxes in the supply room, making sure to even look under the sofa. No ball of orange fluff appeared, and a very worried 'Dite headed to the phone to call Jack and see if he knew anything.

As she was dialing, she happened to glance toward the window, where the blinds were still down. What she saw made her stare in amazement and slowly put down the phone. "Hercules?"

The kitten was poised in perfect position to jump down from the window sill, yet he was utterly still. Not even his tail twitched. Around his small body were tucked a number of blown up condoms, with one actually tied to his tail.

"What in the . . ." Muted laughter came from an overhead vent, and Aphrodite looked up to see two small green creatures watching from behind the grill. When they realized she'd spotted them, they thumbed their noses at her and disappeared, their laughter still echoing weirdly from inside the walls of the shop.

After a quick inspection she found what she expected. On Herc's tail was a small but distinct bite mark. Folding her arms, Aphrodite looked back at the vent, her face a mask of fury. "You bunch a' flea bitten toy story rejects! I catch you in here I'll make you sorry you were ever born!"

'Dite's Decadent Delights is open. Fear the love bolts! Fear!

(ooc: Forecast, as always, OCD free with 'missing Skylie' flurries and a medium chance of SP. Come pet Herc after he comes down from the Gremlin bite.)