Strokes of Genius, Thursday (December 17)

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo had finally gotten "Feliz Navidad" out of her head, only to have replaced it with "The Wren in the Furze," something she'd heard on the traditional Christmas station yesterday.

. . . earworms were an extra bitch when, on top of not knowing 3/4 of the lyrics, you had no idea what the hell the song was about. Not being anything in half a galaxy's vicinity of religious meant that the question "what the hell is St. Stephen's Day, anyway?" was going to bother Katchoo all day.

Said earworm and nagging question had her well enough distracted that when she got into the shop and started straightening things out on the shelves, she caught sight of her own hand and thought she hadn't managed to scrub the damn splotches from yesterday's snow off after all.

Then she looked up to where the usual hanging lamp was . . .

"Huh. Christmas lights aren't actually a bad look up there."

Go figure.

[OOC: I sent the OCD off to go find my Chieftains' Bells of Dublin CD. "The Wren in the Furze?" I am not kidding. Earworm'd.]

Turtle & Canary -- Thursday

[gods-gymnast.livejournal.com]

Getting dressed and making sure her hair were alright had been interesting by Christmas lights since her lamp seemed to be missing in action and Maron wasn't entirely sure what to make of that—Christmas lights were lovely and all, but her lamp was really a lot brighter than they were and…

Ah well.

Maron figured it'd pass and she'd get her lamp back and so that was alright.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Shortbread, Sugar, Red

Turtle & Canary is Open!

Magic Box, Thursday, 12/17

[life_inshadow]

Tara was surprised to realize that this was likely her last full day in the shop in 2009 -- she'd be on her way home at this time next week, and she'd planned to make New Year's Eve a half-day unless she got a surprise rush of shoppers.

The realization had her thoughtful about how she'd been in Fandom almost half a year now. So much had happened already, and she still had at least two and a half years to go.

The shop was pretty under the glow of Christmas lights as Tara cleaned the shop and restocked the shelves.

[OOC: Open and OCD-free]

Cabot and Associates, 12.17

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

Jennifer's recent unflappable confidence had hit a little speedbump.

She'd broken her chair. And her pen. And had maybe accidentally wrenched the doorknob out of the door to her room the other day.

It was a literal case of not knowing her own strength. And that was starting to bother her. And not just because it was costing her most of her salary in replacing things.

In the meantime, Jennifer was standing behind her desk, doing her work. She might find an apple crate or something to sit on later.

That would probably break too.

[ooc: Open and OCD-less]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Thursday

[nofishinmypond.livejournal.com]

Jack puttered around in the shop, sipping a beer and examining all the various and sundry... stuff. Yup, lots of stuff.

...Okay, so he was making a list of all the things he hadn't ever tried but would like to, and putting a star next to the ones he was pretty sure his ex-wife wouldn't have ever gone for. It was starting to be a pretty long list.

It was a little hard to read the boxes, with only Christmas lights to see by, but he had to admit, they made the place more sexy, in a bizarre sort of way.

Luke's Diner, Thursday

[lovemykilt]

Priestly showed up at his usual time for work at the diner, all set for whatever bizarre thing the kitchen staff -- or the island -- would try to do to him today.

The cook opened his mouth for his usual caustic greeting, then blinked. He frowned. The busboy's eyes went wide. It was the dishwasher who finally spoke.

"Uh. You doing okay?"

Priestly sighed. "I'm fine."

Geez. You didn't do your hair for a week (the green was almost totally washed out, now, and that little mohawk ponytail was starting to look a little bit natty) and people flipped the hell out.

Today's specials
Tuna melt
Baked potato chips
Bread pudding

Luke's was open.

Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday

[scruffnfeathers]

"Hello, everyone," said Castiel as he took to the pulpit. "There are a few things I would like to clear up for you, today." He cleared his throat and looked down at what seemed to be some sort of list. It was perhaps a sign of his otherworldly nature that he seemed to have no trouble reading from it by twinkly Christmas lights. "First of all: while I, personally, wasn't present for the birth of the Christ, I have it on good authority what actually happened. It should be noted that there was a distinct lack of the following: elves. Candy canes. Snow, colored or otherwise, and by extension, snow men, magical or otherwise. Drummer boys. Holly. Mistletoe. Fat men in red suits. Reindeer. Chestnuts. Any sort of conifer. Or long strands of tiny light bulbs." He turned his list over. "I'm told there was rather a lot of screaming, domesticated animals, straw, an assortment of my brothers and sisters, and three very confused men from Asia.

"All the other various items were things added on over the years from traditional winter holidays of other religions and regions, many of which were probably instituted in what I'm told is referred to as the 'Victorian Era'. Make of that what you will."

Castiel concluded by looking very seriously out over the congregation. The old lady in the front row cleared her throat.

"Ah, yes. And I wish all of you happy holidays."

He almost even sounded like he might kind of mean it.

[ooc: OCD is coming up.]

Covent Garden Flowers :: Thursday, December 17

[auntie-vida.livejournal.com]

Vida had finally gotten the store restocked after it had been so thoroughly pillage last week. Not that she was complaining, mind you.

There was, however, gold and silver and red glitter all over the floor now from the tinted/glittered spray mums.

Covent Garden Flowers

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

The Preserve, Thursday After Classes

[atreideslioness]

Ghanima had arrived early to check the area, and make sure there were no wandering students or slumbering squirrels. The last thing they needed was an irate rodent missing a tail.

It was far colder than she liked for working outdoors, but training like this was best done outside the gym and away from gawking NPC staff members, at least the first few times. And Ghanima could (and had) regulated her own body temperature so that she wouldn't feel the cold.

Once the area was secured, Ghanima pulled out five of the sparring discs, sending them up into the air with a flick of her wrists before drawing her knife.

Merlin would be allowed to work with two, but she could get some practice in first.

[OOC: For a wizardling and his prince, please. Up early for SP.]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Thursday

[shiroi_tiger]

Counting inventory by the festive glow of holiday lights was not an easy task, Algren learned today during his shift at the Wellspring. Which was fine, because he had his tallies of all of the stock items well and truly memorized by now, and there really wasn't any point to counting it all up again.

Being a sucker for a challenge, he was going to try to put his time at work to use by reading over exam papers by the holiday light glow, instead.

He managed to refrain from making faces at certain examples that students might have cited in regards to himself. For the most part.

[Open!]

Caritas; Thursday Evening

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

Tino had secretly taken over the scheduling for Caritas since it looked like Chuck was MIA for some reason and had successfully convinced Marshall that he had worked on Thursdays now too. Not that Marshall cared. More peppermint schnapps for more hot chocolate! And none for Elaine, bye

Taste of Thai [Thursday evening]

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime managed to make it all the way from the dorms to the restaurant without A) getting lost, B) blurting out anything too idiotic sounding, or C) doing something else embarrassing. That totally counted as a win. Also a win? He'd remembered to make a reservation for the night. Not that he'd been sure he needed it, but one disastrous date with Traci had been enough to ensure that he always got a reservation. Just in case.

"So, wait," Jaime managed around a laugh as he looked over at the girl on his arm. "You did what to the 'gators?"

[For the girl, but if anyone else wants Thai food...]