Luke's Diner, March 1 (Monday)

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Somewhere over the course of last Monday, the dishwasher had decided that Lacey'd been trying to put a curse on him in some kind of weird Canadian voodoo, because there clearly had been no better explanation for the way she'd give him some baleful look and then mutter "Brodeur" in that tone of voice.

The supreme, smug, smirky smile Lacey gave him when he came in to work this morning?

Did nothing to change that idea.

Lacey was fine with letting that be.

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Luke's is open . . . and still celebrating. Yup.

Trooper Station; Monday [ 03/01 ].

[colourfulscents.livejournal.com]

Some people kept things like bottles of whiskey in the bottom drawers of their desks.

Sergeant Angua kept bottles of mouthwash.

It was a bit of a necessity this time of the month, though it was a small comfort to everything else that was going on with her. Last night was the full moon proper, but the effects would still linger on for a few days, not to mention the regret of her prowling weekend. There were no farms on the island proper, but there were plenty on the mainland, and several farmers would wake up that morning to find a payment for market price on however many chickens she'd devoured. And mouthwash, one of the greatest inventions ever in Angua's opinion, was the only thing getting her through the day.

It certainly wasn't her disposition. She was on edge today, cranky and awkward and feeling terribly hairy and a little disgusting. She practically had to force herself into the...into the... ...B.A.T.H. earlier, which helped, though only slightly.

And she really needed to stop growling at Ralph when he came by. It was for his own good, really, a warning that she was probably best not messed with right now, but, really, she should know better.


[[ open station is open! ]]

mha lobby | monday | march 1

[flipped-god-off.livejournal.com]

Loki did not want to be at work today. After spending a week in the fucking Bahamas, the last place he wanted to be was back on a cold fucking island, sitting behind a desk that provided him no sun and with no ability to hurtle himself down a fucking fast slide.

Trying to make the most of a bad situation, Loki was perched in the comfy chairs in the middle of the lobby, taking out all his frustration on the video game he was playing. It was working. Somewhat. He still missed the fucking Bahamas and all that pretty shit that was there. Not a softie, just a fucking guy with eyes.

Stark Industries, Monday

[endsthegame]

Ender was happy to get back to work by the time Monday rolled around. Not that he hadn't enjoyed the Bahamas, in a distant way (and maybe a less-than-distant one, as the water reached out to something he couldn't quite define), but he needed the feeling that he was doing something, or going somewhere, at least.

He set up his laptop quickly once he hit the store, got his prototypes out, freed a stray orange from behind one of the engines, and got to it.

The randomly appearing fruit of the day would appear to be oranges, yes.

[[ open! ]]

Town Hall, Monday

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Returning to the city after the trip meant Cable had a lot of paperwork to get back in order. (The spa had pampered him last week, and he'd already moved on to scheduling another appointment for a massage at Theodoric's, somewhere between all the paperwork) Of course, Jan liked to leave her mark behind, so a lot of forms had to be redone.

It almost made him miss the days the worst she would do was leave teethmarks.

[[ open! ]]

Cabot & Associates: Monday

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

Gunn wasn't exactly sure what he should be doing in a Law Firm. All he knew is that he wasn't giving up wearing a hoodie for a suit to work in this place.

So after opening a law book for about ten seconds and quickly learning it was a good cure for insomnia, Gunn decided to spend the rest of his non-working time improving his minesweeper skills.

Thus starts his illustrious law career.

[There is no OCD because only the MAN wants us to use the OCD. Open.]

The Causeway, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

Arthur's mood had steadily darkened the longer he'd been on the plane. Not so much because the fact of being on a plane bored him, but because. Because something he wasn't going to say to anyone beyond Merlin when it got particularly bad.

Once again, he found himself craving graduation something fierce despite it all.

Anyway, it was with a foul, distant expression on his face that he started the walk from where the cab had left them on the causeway, back onto the island.

[[ primarily for those returning from England, but it's an open spot and an open post for anyone else who needs it. I'm done spamming you all now ]]

The Gig, Monday [3/1]

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani was not having a good start to the week. First, the chickens had gotten out of their pen again and, this time, they had laid eggs all over her office. After she had collected all the eggs and cleaned up, Dani decided to try brushing the llama. It spit in her face.

At least the horses were well-behaved, heading into the paddock on their own as soon as Dani let them out of their stalls. The cows refused to budge, but Dani didn't care as long as they didn't bother her. It wouldn't be long until the homeless animals could go back to their farm on the mainland and she would be rid of them.

So Dani was very disturbed to get a phone call from the owner of the cows, chickens and llama. It seemed that his damaged barn had been bulldozed instead of fixed. He hoped that Dani could take care of his animals for a little while longer, and had she remembered to milk the cows?

The Gig was open. Don't mind Dani repeatedly banging her head against the wall.

Pixie Dust, Monday.

[gorka-wolf.livejournal.com]

After a week in the Bahamas, Makita was a little more open to the swimsuits that could be found throughout the store. Maybe they weren't completely ridiculous after all.

So despite being back in Maryland, home of the cold and dreary, Makita was trying on more swimsuits. Summer had to come eventually, and it would be nice to replace her old black gymnastics leotard with something a bit more comfortable and suitable for swimming.

Besides, the look on Proto's face if she got a bikini would be priceless.

Pixie Dust was open, and the sales girl was around. Somewhere.

Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center: Monday

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf had actually enjoyed his week off at Atlantis.

However instead of staying at the hotel he found a remote part of the island where he lived off the land for a week because his mun was full of fail and didn't post him anywhere.

So Worf was in a semi-relaxed mood as he opened the shop today.

Not that anyone noticed because he was still a pain in the ass Klingon.

Book Haven, Monday

[notmyownage]

It was a little weird being back at work after a week chilling in a tropical paradise, but Claudia was nothing if not flexible.

Well, in the whole "job v. vacation" thing, anyway.

So she was looking up books on sea lions, today. That didn't mean anything!

[ooc: open, no OCD]

Android's Dungeon [Open 3/1]

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

It was a very happy Claire who showed up to work at the comics shop today. Despite being back in the cold and snowy north after a week spent in a tropical paradise, she couldn't be happier.

Which was why she was humming as she dusted the shop.

Covent Garden Flowers [Open 3/1]

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan was fully back to the grind - class and work and everything that went along with both.

She glanced at the notes that the others had left and was pleased that they liked her idea.

When should we get together? Maybe this weekend? Hope you all had a good spring break!


Covent Garden Flowers

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

'Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday afternoon

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

She entered her store on a Monday at one, singing, "Do lolly, lolly shicky bum, shicky bum."

Hercules was there, glaring at her for her inattention, but 'Dite was too happy to care.

"Herculeeeeeeees!! You little cutie, you." The cat was too stunned to run as 'Dite advanced on him. She put a hand under his chin and lifted, then kissed the top of his head, saying, "I loves you very much, yes, I do! Were you a good boy while Mommy 'Dite was gone?"

The look he gave her said it all. 'Are you crazy? Of course not, why would you even think that! I'm a cat!'

"Gooooood Herculeeees!" She scratched his head and flounced away to open the rest of the store.

Herc stared after her, wondering if the humans had found his drilling equipment and this was a clever way of making him come clean.

Decadent Delights is open.

(ooc: Store and post open. I'm around intermittently with bouts of slow play.)

The Magic Box, Monday

[stylin-wizard.livejournal.com]

Alex opened up the Magic Box on time, half wishing they were still in the Bahamas. She moved about the store, re-arranging things here and there.

She was tempted to use a spell to add a tropical theme to the store, wondering how that would turn out. Alex might be debating yes or no on that, for a while.

[OCD's still on the beach.]

Holiday Grove, Monday March 1st

[loyal-type.livejournal.com]

Oz always felt a little extra energy on the first day of the cycle. Which made it that much harder to relax at night unless he worked it off during the day.

Hence the many, many signs in the window today.

( Happy... )

There was also a lot of St. Patrick's day products available.

Atlas Gym

[lovethenubbins.livejournal.com]

Ashley was glad that there were people around again. The town had been far too quiet last week and it had left her rather unsettled.

She arrived at the gym today and decided to combine work and working out, grabbing one of the heavy bags.

Of course, if anyone needed her help, she would stop and help them.

Caritas | Monday

[whos-got-spirit.livejournal.com]

People were actually back in town again, and so Adrian came prepared for work. With the kitten. Hopefully someone- anyone- who came in today would take it. It was cute and all, but it did not fit his lifestyle. At all. And kept trying to destroy his clothes.

For the moment it was pacing the bartop, making noise like it was trying to outloud the band. At least it was cute? And came with a leash?


[So note to anyone coming in today: Adrian will TOTALLY TRY to compulse you into taking the kitten. It doesn't have to work, and feel free to know he's up to something if you're able, but he'll try. Oh yes. He will try.]

The Park - Afternoon

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Twas cloudy and much, much chillier than the Bahamas were, but that was all the more reason for Beka to be outside. The looby pigeons were acting like mumpers who'd spotted a noble that could not keep his purse closed. They weren't wrong as the old bread bag was filled to the top and Beka was breaking the slices into tiny pieces. She had to shoo Shimmer off when he'd tried to steal a too large piece.

"Don't be such a glutton," she scolded him. "You try to eat that all at once and it'll get stuck in your throat and you'll deserve getting choked."

You know trying to reason with pigeons will get you nowhere, Pounce remarked with some amusement.

Beka did, but it'd not stop her from trying either way.

[Open park is open.]