Strokes of Genius, Thursday (November 5)

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Katchoo was back to drawing today once she got to work; Ethics had put her in that sort of pensive mood. She briefly considered putting the potted cactus in front of the doorway -- 'brief' as in 'about half an eyeblink.' Aw, but it was a funny half an eyeblink. The music today was something quieter than she normally listened to, and she was half staring out the window as her hand moved the pencil over the paper.

She was almost, dare one say it, mellow. Shh.

[OOC: Others have excuses, I have my reasons why . . . I have no OCD. Or I just have no OCD, with no reasons. Post's open, with the caveat that I'll be AFK for a big chunk of the morning.]

Turtle & Canary -- Thursday

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Making sure that she was well supplied with leftover Halloween candy (her job had its perks!) Maron was checking out the Christmas decorations that were already up and trying to decide how much decoration was too much.

She was going to probably err on the side of 'the more the merrier' and was checking what they had on order in terms of supplies for it.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Eucalyptus, Winter Melon, Red

Turtle & Canary is Open!

Cabot and Associates, 11/5

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

Jennifer frowned a bit at her desk today. She was, apparently, flying home Friday after her class to visit home. Her letter she received from her father said as much. A chance to 'catch up and lessen the gap between them' it said.

She didn't think the latter would actually happen. Not when she still had such a big secret to hide from him.

So, her moodiness was affecting her work. But not too much. She'd still be happy to help people if they came in.


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

[ooc: The OCD got a little bit tired of listening to the sound of its tears, so it ran away. Open!]

Magic Box | Thursday | 11.05

[life_inshadow]

After talking with Kennedy after reserves yesterday, Tara had glamours on her mind. She straightened the store then settled behind the counter with some spell elements and a few books she was pretty sure would never sell.

She was going to try to make them look like ... other books. With prettier covers.

Bigtime magic was going on at the open Magic Box today.

Fourth Dimension Fine Arts & Antiques, Thursday, 11/5

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The gallery was open again, with the collection of calligraphy, modern Western, Arabic in lights, and Chinese poems.

Sophie was also scanning the internet for anything about Guy Fawkes Day, and feeling vaguely homesick.

Cider, cocoa, coffee and tea are on the sideboard.

[open and ocd free]

Luke's Diner, Thursday

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was a little late to work, today, which was probably good, as the kitchen staff had listened to the radio and was ready to get on his case about his talk with Jak, yesterday, but by the time he actually showed up, they'd already gotten distracted with taunting the busboy about his lack of love life.

Really, you could just feel the love at Luke's, today.

Today's specials
Turkey sub
Cheese fries
Rhubarb pie

Luke's was open.

Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel looked a little grumpy up at the pulpit, today.

"There are many things," he said, "which humanity does which I simply . . . do not comprehend. I'm told that there are many things that I say and do which humanity doesn't comprehend, so I suppose this is fair, but I thought I would talk about one of the human things today.

( Schadenfreude )

[ooc: Yeah, I dunno. Every now and then Cass has to get some of the 'wtf, humans are weirdos' out of his system. OCD is on its way.]

The Boards, Thursday Afternoon

[wantstodirect]

Today, Tony sat on the stage with a flat propped up in front of him and his laptop just to the side. He was trying out a simple illusion spell - turn the black flat blue. It didn't seem to be working - the flat remained as black as ever.

He wasn't aware that his face had turned the color of the sky on a clear day.

[Open!]

Book Haven: Thursday [11-5-09]

[livingasheth.livejournal.com]

Millie was happily ensconced in a chair enjoying the newest book in the Millie series and waiting for any customers.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Thursday [11/5]

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

When Hoshi and Porthos arrived at the hotel, Gunther was waiting with a thick stack of papers. It turned out that the chef had been writing his autobiography and wanted to send it to a couple of agents who could get him a book deal. However, he had written it in German and wanted Hoshi to translate it into English.

Hoshi tried to protest that it wasn't her job, but Gunther dumped the stack of paper on the front desk and walked off. So she got started on reading Gunther's life story, which was pretty awful. He was really that Hoshi took some creative liberties with her translation.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Chicken with Beer Sauce

[The OCD is taking a nap...]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Thursday

[shiroi_tiger]

Another Thursday, another shift at the Wellspring Arms.

And this week, Algren was actually in a decent mood. This might have had something to do with the fact that he'd gotten through class on Tuesday without beating his forehead against any walls. Or maybe the fact that nobody had done anything notably stupid at the gun club yesterday or the fencing club on Monday. Or maybe he was just in a good mood for the sake of being in a good mood, and what of it?

Wellspring Arms is open.

[Sorry this is so late. I got home from work an hour ago and promptly forgot that today is Thursday. OCD on the way up.]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Thursday

[nofishinmypond.livejournal.com]

Jack was having an off-day. Yes, another one. He was just content to stand there, sip his beer, and let his mind wander. What was he doing with his life? Why was he in this store? What did a Fleshlight feel like? What did it mean that today was the first day that when he looked at the bondage gear he felt curious instead of weirded out? What was that odd rattling sound?

No, seriously, what was that sound? It was sort of like the sound of a glass bottle wobbling on a hard surface and about to tip...

"HERCULES!!!"

The kitten dashed off and hid. No, he didn't understand that tipping over the beer was WRONG, but the big man was yelling and scary. Jack sighed and went to get paper towels to clean up the mess. "This is why I like dogs," he grumbled.

Guilty As Charged - Thursday

[asgardcreated.livejournal.com]

Typical day. Typical work. Typical music. Typical job.

Something was bound to happen soon. Until then, Jon was at work, and Guilty As Charged is open.

Pixie Dust, Thursday

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

Elena was strangely quiet as she opened the store today. Two of her classes this week had talked about pushing away your emotions as a way to find enlightenment. It was jarring oddly with what was on her mind, lately. Namely, the fact that she was nearly done with her paperwork.

She was looking idly at dresses and wondering if maybe she was going about things all wrong. Unfortunately, nothing more helpful came to mind.

(open. ocd-free. late.)

Caritas - Thursday evening [Open]

[iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com]

When Ben walked into the bar, he spotted a stack of stools and tables behind the counter. It seemed like Tino had built a fort.

When Ben tried to peek inside, Tino reached out and pointed at a sign reading "NO BENS CLUB."

Ben glared at the fort for a moment and then moved on to ignoring the fort.

[OOC: A little late, but I'm around!]

The Docks, Thursday Afternoon

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

Tully was securing his boat for the winter, maybe a little sadly. Winter had never been his favorite season. On the plus side, maybe by next summer he'd be done restoring his larger boat.

"Where the hell did all this come from?" he asked no one in particular. How had the boat managed to accumulate so much junk?

[Open!]

Fast Eddie's, Thursday Night

[bitten_notshy]

Somehow, Jack had managed to convince Rose a night out was a good idea.

He might have implied he'd beat her at billiards.

He might have been wrong.

But here they were, and he was going to give the game his best.

"Pick your cue first?" he offered.

[OOC: For she who let me mod her.]