Book Haven, Tuesday

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

Hinata's morning had started off perfectly pleasantly and then she'd been ambushed by giant spinach on her way to work.

Lucky for her, she was a ninja and perfectly capable of using the roofs to get around so she wasn't actually late for work. But still.

She peered out the windows of the shop and hoped they didn't figure out how to get inside.

Book Haven is Open.

Covent Garden Flowers, Tuesday

[intraspective]

Ino's enthusiasm for work was rather of… dubious quality today as she'd had to fight her way through vegetables just to get there and was kinda seed-covered. Opening the store with trepidation, seriously hoping that she wasn't going to be ambushed by, like, the whole store, she slipped inside.

Okay. Good. Ino eyed the flowers warily and then wondered what were the parameters for the attacking veggies today. Some flowering plants were edible but they didn't seem to be alive and wanting to kill her, so…

Well. She was just going to keep an eye on the situation. And try to get seed-goo out of her hair.

Covent Garden Flowers

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

Covent Garden Flowers is Open.

mha lobby | tuesday | november 10

[flipped-god-off.livejournal.com]

So, Loki had actual fucking work to do today. Since he'd picked up the class on Monday, he'd let himself slack on things around the building and thus, he was fucking behind. Loki hated working in the first place and now that he had a fucking deadline so people would get paid and all, he hated working more.

That would be why he was grumbling under his breath and very nearly stabbing the paper he was working on with the pen in his hand. Stabbing had been so much more fun when it was something that reacted. Paper was so fucking boring.

Loki had turned into such a fucking wimp.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday [11/10]

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

It started with a carrot that came flying out of nowhere. Then there was a potato, which she managed to duck, but the broccoli that followed hit her square in the face.

"What in the world is going on with these vegetables? Gunther!" yelled Mary, trying to duck a pair of yams that seemed intent on following her. But Gunther did not come running, because he was trapped in his own kitchen by some very menacing leeks.

So that's why visitors to the lobby would find Mary crouching underneath the front desk, waiting to be rescued. There wouldn't be any specials today, but the Arms Hotel was open!

Cafe Fina, Tuesday [11/10]

[lordofthecats.livejournal.com]

It was a shame that Lion-o didn't have his sword today, but that wasn't going to stop him from dealing with some overly aggressive vegetables. He gladly defended the staff so they could actually get the restaurant set up.

Today's Special
Vegetable Stew

Cafe Fina was open! Just watch out for the flying pieces of smashed vegetables after Lion-o was done with them.

T&C, Tuesday, 11/10

[living_endless]

Didi had lived a very, very, very long life and seen and done an enormous number of things.

Fighting off a produce section full of enraged vegetables had not been on that list until today. She tried to keep them at bay with a mop handle, which worked for a while, but things got a lot worse when the canned vegetables finally broke out of their tin jails and went on the rampage. In the end, the best she could manage was to retreat and lock the front doors.

Apu, of course, refused to leave.

Squishy flavors: gazpacho, carrot juice, red.

Outside Our Lady of Fandom, Tuesday afternoon

[scruffnfeathers]

Mildred had come in covered in some sort of plant matter and shrieking continuously. Once Castiel finally managed to calm her down enough to get some sense out of her, he could already hear the fiends gibbering and nattering outside the door. He stuck two fingers on her head to knock her out (it was for her own good, really it was) and headed out the door to confront the enemy.

Which would be why Castiel was prowling up and down in front of the church, smiting vegetables. The church was meant to be a sanctuary, after all. The interior, at least, would be a man-eating-veggie-free zone.

[ooc: OMG, I actually get to use this icon icly. OPEN!]

Things Reborn: Tuesday

[iknowstuff.livejournal.com]

The box fort was back in force today behind the counter. However Layla was adding her own special touches with it by adding a few dolls at key entry points as guards and a Barbie doll on the highest tower/box.

What? Like you expected her to work today?

The Gig, Tuesday [11/10]

[awesomebigsis.livejournal.com]

Ellie was not expecting to have to dodge attacking vegetables on the way to the stable. That would explain why, as she took care of the horses, she kept a wary eye on the carrots.

"You're all getting apples today," she said to the horses.

They didn't seem to object.

Trooper Station: Tuesday

[famous-gut.livejournal.com]

"Quite frankly ma'am," Gibbs said into the phone as he subdued a rutabaga with a smash of his foot. "I really don't give a damn about how your vegetarian lasagna is ruined. Don't let the damn things in your house!"

He had barely hung up the phone when it had started to ring again, not surprisingly it was regarding the invading vegetables. "Ralph! Get your team over to Apocalypse Avenue! We've got a swarm of artichokes causing problems.

This was not going to be a good day.

[Open!]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Tuesday Afternoon

[trigons_child]

Raven was fortunate that she made it to work without incident. Professors Skywalker and Sun had mentioned vegetable-based attacks, but surely the shop would be safe from attack. Just to be safe, she only had bread and cheese for lunch.

The shop was quiet this early in the afternoon, and she was passing the time reading when she heard a noise from the back room. "Hercules?" she called. The kitten, however, was in the front of the store, having discovered some feathered items that surely had to be cat toys. Fortunately, they were on a high enough shelf that they were frustratingly out of reach. For now, at least. Cunning kitten intelligence would not be thwarted for long.

She heard a noise again. "Lady Aphrodite?" she said, getting up to move to the door. She wasn't sensing any, ahem, activities from the back room, so she didn't think the goddess was in, but she knocked nonetheless. When she received no answer, she opened up the door....

...and found the back room occupied by a huge tomato, a large carrot, and a pair of gigantic cucumbers. With long sharp teeth. Making strange gibbering noises. And radiating hunger.

Raven gasped and flung the door closed, but not before one of the cucumbers took a bite out of her arm. The gibbering vegetables began throw themselves against the door as she pressed her back against it. She couldn't just teleport out because she didn't want to leave Hercules (who hadn't realized yet that anything was amiss). But she wasn't going to be able to hold the door closed for long.

The Park, Tuesday Afternoon

[carpe_demon]

Drake had tried to reason with the vegetables at first.

"Is this because I've been focusing on fruits lately? C'mon, it's only because they're easier to master. You'll have my full attention once I'm the master of all things berries. And, you, rutabaga, you're not even an option yet! Go complain to the Farmville programmers, there's nothing I can do about it. And while you're at it, tell them I need a stable for my horses, and some sort of storage shed for all the Halloween pumpkins...."

The pumpkin to his left gibbered unhappily.

"...which I totally did not carve," Drake finished smoothly.

The pumpkin was not convinced and lunged forward, spurring his rutabaga, zucchini, cauliflower, and eggplant companions into action as well.

Drake sighed and snapped his fingers, transforming himself into a musketeer. But as he started swinging the sword to fight the angry vegetables, he realized his was a mistake. "Hey, mind the mandelion!" he said as pulp and seeds exploded from a skewered veggie. It was going to be a bitch to dry clean.

Around town, Tuesday afternoon

[magdaofslovenia.livejournal.com]

Rehearsal being delayed until Thursday, Sophie was out getting a few of the posters up for the benefit:

Come to the Boards Benefit!
Saturday, November 14
The Park
Scrumptious Meals
Proceeds Benefiting
Your Local Community Theater

Donations of food and assistance welcome! Talk to Sophie Devereaux at Fourth Dimension

And then there were asparagus. And rutabagas. And a great deal of running back to the art gallery. But no screaming, Heaven knew how they'd take that.

[open for interaction or just reaction to the posters]

Fourth Dimension Fine Arts & Antiques, Tuesday (11/10)

[magdaofslovenia.livejournal.com]

The Gallery wasn't exactly open. That is, the doors were closed and barricaded, even though the sign said OPEN.

Sophie was using a BB gun to pick off vegetables from the front window. "Get. Off. My. Lawn!"

Anyone who needed shelter was welcome.

[open, especially if you have plans to kill the vegetables for the Benefit on Saturday.]

Pixie Dust, Tuesday

[formermayqueen.livejournal.com]

Danielle had found the schedule for the day written on the calendar, but had no idea why she had to work at a place called Pixie Dust. Maybe it was one of those publicity things that the event coordinator was always setting up. Whatever the reason, she was there, dressed in a bikini top and tight blue jeans, and finding all the skimpiest skirts and tops to try on later.

Now, if the paparazzi or the camera crew would just get here already.

Coyote Medicine, Tuesday 11/10

[loyal-type.livejournal.com]

This was almost like old times. Although granted, even in Sunnydale he'd never had to fight off giant homicidal vegetables. He just managed to fend off a trio of Brussels sprouts (he'd never like those anyway), when he turned to find he was being stalked by celery.

So far the combination of broom and dustpan had been working well as far as defensive weapons went. And any who got too close learned that good swift kicks with Doc Martens were pretty good too.

But how long could he keep it up?

Android's Dungeon, Tuesday

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim had managed to use his sword wand to make a force field at the door to keep the marauding plants at bay. But it would let in anyone who needed shelter.

Hence the

VEGETABLE FREE ZONE

sign in the window.

Android's Dungeon was open.

Streets of Fandom, Tuesday Afternoon

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

A rickshaw thundered down the streets.

Wait, let's revise that sentence.

A rickshaw squeaked across the streets. It rattled. It... squished.

It squished, because Jak had just liberated it from the hands of a very terrified (and grateful) driver in order to tackle the swarm of tomatoes flooding down the streets. It was a tough job, especially with him going at top speed, hanging over the edge of the bike part in concentration.

He'd strapped a broom to the side of the rickshaw, too. Just to get a few extra on his way.

Jak was prepared for this kind of shit. You should see the Boggy Swamp some day.

[[ open, but slooow, both for your Jak or your streets needs ]]

Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

[furnaceface]

There was something to be said for this island, Jonothon decided as he finally managed to make his way into town to open up the music shop today. At least it had a funny way of keeping one on one's toes.

And, granted, any day when the zucchini had more bite than he did was probably the sort of day where staying home would be a good idea, but Jono was not the sort to be easily deterred from his rightful place tending the Groovy Tunes on a Tuesday.

So what if his rightful place today just so happened to be on the roof, bandages torn and hanging down around his ankles, fending off a veritable salad mix of killer veggies that were trying to bust down the door?

And so what if it was a little cooked by the time he was finished? It wasn't as though he was going to eat it.

[Sorry so late. I was asked to stay at work late to be trained how to make salad. Salad really is dangerous! No OCD today, Groovy Tunes is open if you want to come and fend off the grapes of wrath. Or whatever.]

The Docks, Tuesday

[nofishinmypond.livejournal.com]

Once again, Jack woke up to an invasion and found himself fighting his way down to the dock with his handgun. He was starting to question the wisdom of stashing his big guns on the boat.

Still, he left a lot of carnage (veg-age?) behind him on his trek down, and once he emerged from the Homer's cabin with his flak vest and P90, the foliage REALLY started flying. When he blasted a rabid cucumber into pieces and it landed on the shredded remains of a head of lettuce and a slowly dripping exploded tomato, he couldn't help but chuckle. "I guess that's what you call a 'salad shooter'."

Caritas [Tuesday]

[canadianpopstar.livejournal.com]

It wasn't every day that Robin shot tomatoes on her way to work.

Her clothes spattered with vegetable remains and her gun holstered at her hip, she came into Caritas glaring, and immediately opened herself a bottle of scotch.

It was clearly one of Those days.