Stark Industries, Tuesday

[eyebrowgoesup]

Spock, for the record, spent most of the weekend catching up on the Vulcan curriculum his mother had sent him, and due to having his nose stuck in a padd had little idea something strange had been going on--though he had noticed that his roommate seemed to experience some unusual temporary behavior alterations. He had assumed it was hormonal.

At any rate, he had survived the experience unscathed, and, upon arriving for work on Tuesday, set about performing whatever tasks needed doing in his usual efficient manner. Stark Industries was open.

Fourth Dimension Fine Arts & Antiques, Tuesday

[iamnotallgirl]

When Jill arrived at the gallery on Tuesday, all seemed normal and well. Or at least as normal as this freakin' island ever got. The winter photographs were all in their proper places, and she got hot coffee and cider set up on the sideboard with no trouble.

Then she turned on the radio, thinking music would serve two purposes: keeping things from being eerily quiet while she was here alone, and providing a nice background noise should a customer come in. The Carol of the Bells was playing, which didn't surprise her. It was December; most stations had gone to All Christmas All The Time format. Then the song ended and...the Carol of the Bells started again. And then again. Then she switched the station. Carol of the Bells. Another station. Carol of the Bells. Switch. Carol. Switch. Of. Switch. The. Switch. Bells.

Then she turned off the radio and backed away slowly. On second thought, silence was good. Awesome, even. Yep, Jill loved silence.

Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

[furnaceface]

One thing Jonothon had to say for this island, at least it wasn't lacking in opportunity for employment that suited him perfectly. All he had to do in order to get his head on straight was come in to work, go through the racks of CDs, and pick out some of his feel-good music.

This did not, sadly, go quite according to plan.

//... Pearl Jam never did a cover of Carol of th'Bells.//

Nirvana? No. Bush? No. Anything? Anything at all?

//I hate this naffin' island.//

Groovy tunes was open, and it was festive, like it or not.

[OCD-free, as usual, and open. I'll be back to catch pings after work.]

Book Haven, Tuesday

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

Hinata managed about thirty minutes of the song before the noise became just too grating to deal with and had promptly shut off everything that usually was on for music. She could handle silence for one day.

After all, she'd handled it a great deal more than that before.

And it was soothing, a bit, to sink into it while watching Yei play as she idly flipped through a book about the world's wonders.

Book Haven is Open.

Covent Garden Flowers, Tuesday

[intraspective]

It had taken Ino maybe ten minutes to figure out that yeah, her phone, her mp3 player, her laptop, and her radio were all playing the same music at her no matter what song she tried to get them to play.

It had taken her maybe another five minutes to decide that it was the coolest, most evil, carol of whatever that she'd ever heard.

Which would be why she made sure that the radio was on all day while she worked. Ino could dig evil carols. Definitely.

Covent Garden Flowers

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

Covent Garden Flowers is Open.

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Tuesday

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

The Help Wanted sign was sitting in the window. The open sign was turned. There was a dog sleeping by the door, and a baby making noise at the desk. All in all, that part of Tuesday was as it always went on days Cable chose to open the shop himself. Nothing new.

What also wasn't new was the fact that he was currently on the phone with Miss Merryweather, discussing one thing or another.

What was new was the part where she wouldn't stop making jokes about the weekend. "No, Irene. Can we please move on to something a little more relevant--?"

[[ open ]]

'Dite's Decadent Delights, Tuesday

[trigons_child]

Raven was a little reluctant to return to 'Dite's shop for work, and just a little fearful to peek into the back room and make sure that it wasn't a kinky dungeon again. But everything seemed normal (as normal as Decadent Delights could be), so she settled behind the counter to study. The music was very nice, at least. Well, the first few times it played. The repetition was beginning to become annoying.

Decadent Delights was open. Mistress Raven was assuredly not in.

Trooper Station: Tuesday

[famous-gut.livejournal.com]

The troopers today were in a foul mood today as their communication system in their helmets was blaring a certain Christmas tune over and over again. In fact the music was loud enough that it could be heard throughout the station.

Gibbs however seemed to be unaffected by the music. Mostly because he's wearing ear plugs and he's already had Ralph change the incoming message of the police department to state that they were only taking calls on crimes that started on Monday and didn't have anything to do with Christmas music.

The station is open but if you want to talk to Gibbs you might have to yell or grab his attention in another manner.

Atlas Gym - Tuesday

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

There hadn't been training yesterday (or Saturday or Sunday given - yeah), and even though Rose had gone to Fencing Club, she was hoping the resulting 'slightly rusty' would hold off any other uncomfortable conversations.

Uncomfortable conversations with Jessi probably couldn't be avoided, but at least she could glare a lot and then threaten to punch things. It would totally stay just threaten unless she found out Jessi slept with Dimitri or something. Then there'd be a spandex-related beatdown dammit.

[There is driving today so I am in and out!]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday [12/8]

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary was worried. Mike had left abruptly yesterday morning without saying a word. She tried calling him, but his calls were going straight to voice mail.

So as she went through her paperwork at the front desk, she kept jumping every time her cell phone rang. But the Christmas carol that had somehow become her ring tone quickly became annoying. The same carol was playing on radio, in the elevator, and just about everywhere else she turned.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Pork Medallions with Cherry Sauce
Smashed Potatoes with Sour Cream and Chives

Cafe Fina, Tuesday [12/8]

[lordofthecats.livejournal.com]

The Café Fina staff decided to continue Lion-o's culinary education with an introduction to the classic holiday dessert: fruitcake.

He loved it.

Today's Special
Free Range Fruitcake

Café Fina was open. Be prepared the lion kid insisting that you try a bite of the fruitcake.

Turtle & Canary, Tuesday, 12/08

[living_endless]

Didi accepted seasonal music as part of the price of working retail, and the truth was, she loved Christmas carols. They were all about warmth and family and hope -- all things she believed in.

She just wasn't quite so loving about the same carol, over and over again, until the melody just sounded like clanging. Oh wait, the melody was clanging.

Tuning the music out as best she could, she finished restocking the self-tanner and cosmetics aisle, which had gotten rather depleted over the weekend. Then she took her usual station behind the counter.

T&C was open. Squishy flavors: Grape Judas, Mincemeat, Sugar Cookie.

'Dite's shop, Tuesday afternoon

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

The basket with Bliss's love potion was safely stored behind the counter, and Aphrodite had been careful not to leave it unattended for most of the day. She'd sent "Mistress" Raven home early, after some teasing, so the girl could change and make it to the theatre without having to rush.

She was excited, though. Tonight, Bliss would show up and she'd be able to give her grandson a tour of the store . . . such as it was. Then, maybe she'd talk him into going to the play with her. Or dinner. Maybe . . . Paris. Or Athens. His choice.

But for now, there was paperwork to do as she looked over the notes for the last of her preparations for the party. The food was ordered, the decorations secured, the tree chosen, and she'd FINALLY been able to secure an ice sculpture! It was of the head of a reindeer, but it was an ice sculpture, at least.

The only question was why the stereo kept playing that same song over and over.

"If you're going to play Carol of the Bells, all day, at least change the artist from time to time!" The stereo obliged and started the version by the Carpenters. "Better."


(ooc: waiting on Bliss and Karla to arrive. The fact that they were both there is for broadcast, but the ensuing gremlin altercation is not. If you want to jump in before, feel free, but I'll be on SP for everything but the plot.)

The Boards - Performance! - Tuesday, 12/8

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

Geoffrey was actually feeling rather good about things. Other than, of course, the strange encounter with Miss Dew over the weekend, things were rather pleasant overall.

Which was why he was nervous tonight.

Either way, though, the show had to go on!

[ocd up!]

Android's Dungeon, Tuesday

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Having gotten off light over the weekend, Tim was never the less wiped out. He currently had several text books out on the counter and was staring at them blankly.

"Fucking exams."

Android's dungeon is open.

Coyote Medicine, Tuesday 12/08

[loyal-type.livejournal.com]

Huh, holly and evergreen scented incense. Interesting.

Oz made sure everything was set up, and put in earplugs to block out the endless rendition of Carol of the Bells after the first three times.

Welcome to Coyote Medicine.

Photo Hut, Tuesday

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack opened up the Photo Hut on time, and was behind the counter reviewing his notes for the semester.

There wasn't a lot of notes.

Cabot and Associates - Tuesday, 12/08

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

Back at work and her head finally felt a little more clear. Things were starting to differentiate a little bit now; for a while, it'd just seemed like a great big blur of blah. She hadn't mentioned it to Eliot, mostly because she hadn't wanted him worrying.

She'd done her own self diagnosis, of course; someone who'd read as many medical texts as she had was bound to. While anyone else, she would have recommended to the school counselor, Fiona had decided just to stick through it and try to come out the other end. After all, she couldn't tell someone like that half of what she should; she only told people she was sure could avoid or handle her family.

So maybe a trip to Aphrodite was in order. Or... or she should finally tell Griff. You know, that thing she probably should have told him the second after she'd found out about it? Ugh.

After work.

[ocdless as I drag myself back into the saddle]

The Gig, Tuesday [12/8]

[awesomebigsis.livejournal.com]

Ellie tried listening to her iPod on her way to the stable, but every song was the exact same. There was the sounds of bells everywhere and it was kind of annoying. At least she didn't have to worry about it agitating the horses. They seemed content as they trotted around in the paddock.

The Gig was open.

J,GoB, Tuesday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Robin Goodfellow was practically capering as she pointed to the different pastries she wanted. Dressed in her finest raiments, on her way to assist Oberon for an evening of merry-making and mischief, Puck was in fine form. The servitors behind the counter were giving her odd looks (oh what fools these mortals be!) but she heeded them not. Two large boxes of treats she had demanded and two large boxes of treats would they supply! The treats looked delicious enough without her special addition, but they certainly wouldn't add the excitement and love that she had planned without it!

Calling in a large purse of gold coins (surely a fairy glamour over dead leaves or some such), Puck proceeded to pay--assuming, of course, that 'pay' meant 'taunt the cashier with golden coins that darted through the air like humming birds.'

The poor staff here. Fortunately, they seemed used to Fandom oddness.

Karla is here for poor suitor number one, but J,GoB is open for all your pastry needs!

The Perk, Tuesday Night

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

After the performance, Robin headed for the perk for some cocoa. It was cold out, so it was a good way to warm up for the walk back to the dorms.

Robin was feeling really good. He'd also saved his muffin at the last minute till now.

[In case someone wants to show up for a love struck frog serenading them.]

Caritas [Tuesday evening]

[canadianpopstar.livejournal.com]

Tonight when Robin came in, she was humming. Stupid, stupid song had been stuck in her head all day -- at least in part because she had heard it everywhere.

So, she was absentmindedly making up dirty lyrics to fill in, since she could only remember the tune, anyway.

[I R uncreative tonight; paper-writing make me stoopid. Mod Tino for anything resembling speed!]