Trooper Station, Thursday (April 1)

[gunandcoffee.livejournal.com]

Reese stared at the pantry. Blinked once, blinked twice but no, she wasn't dreaming. The coffee supply was now missing. Every single one of them.

She turned and glared at the Troopers, "Who's the wiseguy?"

As one all of the Troopers pointed to one Trooper writing on the board. The Trooper, sensing something wrong stopped and glanced behind him just in time to see Reese put her fist on her waist and raise her eyebrow.

The Trooper placed a hand behind his head then turned back to the board and wrote: 'Happy April Fool's Day!'

"Not funny!"


(Open station is open)

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday [4/2]

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

The beginning of the new month meant it was time to go over the books again. Overall, the hotel wasn't doing too badly, but Mary wondered if there were ways to cut expenses without having to cut amenities or accidentally angering Gunther. It would require a delicate balancing act.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Spinach, Mushroom and Four Cheese Lasagna

Pixie Dust, Friday

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny was in A Mood this Friday, so she was making no moves to clean up any sticky parts of the store in favor of drinking, and she'd left up Elena's sign from the day before:

NO SALES ON ANYTHING
DON'T COME IN
CUSTOMERS SUCK

That being said, Pixie Dust? Open.

Strokes of Genius- Friday

[slapbetcommish.livejournal.com]

Lily was more or less on time today. The "or less" part came with a line at JGOB that meant she had to walk in a liiiittle late due to desperately needing both coffee and carbs, but slow days were kind of designed for that kind of thing, right?

She'd be over here and ready to help. Just as soon as she finished her coffee.

[The OCD has pretty much been up since 1:30 am.]

The parking lot, Thursday late afternoon

[notquitewright.livejournal.com]

Marcus had made it a hundred and fifty miles or so before he'd had to return to Fandom.

The moment he'd stopped paying attention, he'd found himself drifting off his planned route and back the way he'd come. He could fight that, but the pain in his head, the crawling feeling like ants under his skin, grew worse the farther he drove and eventually forced him to turn back.

Marcus was angry, hated not knowing what was going on. Was a time when feeling this way would mean bad things for property or people or both, but that time wasn't now; he'd learned control on death row.

To give himself something to do, he'd popped the hood on the Caddy, taken a look, then went down to the junkyard to find what he needed. Now he was leaning over the engine, tinkering. The Caddy was a good car, but it was running rough; by the time he was finished it would purr like a kitten.

[Post is entirely open and Vida's awesome Cadillac once more modded with permission.]

Covent Garden Flowers [4/2]

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley was at work again, after having skipped out last week thanks to the evil fog. This week there was definitely no evil fog. He had brought Four-Dee along with him to work today. He was trying to see if he could get him to deliver flowers.

It wasn't working so well.

Covent Garden Flowers

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

[ooc: Answering every ping when I'm off work! But OCD free and open!]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

[stayingfrosty.livejournal.com]

Price was at work today, still with a slight limp to his walk.

Stupid wolves.

Otherwise he was doing just dandy, happily reorganizing the merchandise a little bit. He'd assist anyone that stopped in, of course.

[ooc: 50,000 OCD threads used to live here. Now it's a ghost town... err, meaning no OCD, open post, I will answer the pings when off work and now I must run to catch my bus, argh.]

Support Services: The Park, Friday after classes

[nevertobequeen.livejournal.com]

As nice as the weather was, Morgana was hoping that the heat wouldn't damage the cake that Francine had made. Of course, if anything started happening to the frosting, she supposed they could simply eat more of it faster. Oh, what a shame that would be, really.

"This week, Francine and I wanted to take a chance to thank all of you for your efforts last week. Whether it was fighting, or researching, or even simply making sure people had masks when they left the dorms, everyone did a wonderful job in keeping others safe, and we wanted you to know that it didn't go unnoticed, and that we appreciate everything you all did. Therefore, you all get cake. Enjoy!" She certainly would be, once everyone else had taken a piece.

Caritas; Friday Evening

[eternalstud.livejournal.com]

Damon was nowhere to be seen in Caritas tonight but Tino was, much to his chagrin. Tino really needed to find someone less appealing than himself to tend bar so he can leave work whenever he wanted to.

Good luck with that, Tino.

The Causeway, Friday Evening

[glacial_queen]

Karla was starting to have a Bad Feeling about this. Not a Black Widow bad feeling, just a kind of dawning, 'Oh, Darkness, what have I done?' kind of feeling. Would her friends be able to understand the way Kaeleer worked? Would the people in Kaeleer understand her friends? She'd already had Uncle Saetan empty the Hall as much as possible--the last thing she needed was Chaosti and Aaron riding the killing edge because they'd, well, met Arthur. Saetan was old enough to keep a reign on his temper (Darkness willing) and Lucivar.

Hell's fire, this was a bad idea.

But too late for that now. Everyone was pretty much assembled. "Uh, hi," Karla said, giving everyone a kind of feeble wave. "The portal should be here in just a few minutes. But, since we're all here, I figured now might be a good time to give some information about my home and answer any questions. I hope you all got my handwavy message about packing enough for about a week, a bathing suit, and a few more formal items because Uncle Saetan asks that everyone dress for dinner. If not, don't worry, tomorrow we'll be heading out to Amdarh, the capitol city of Dhemlan and there have been some accounts opened at stores for everyone."

She flashed her best unsure-but-game grin and said, "Any questions?"

[Mostly for those going to Kaeleer, but open for anyone who wants to see them off. Some slight OCD on its way! up!]

The Perk- Friday night

[whos-got-spirit.livejournal.com]

Every once in a while, Adrian just had to get out. This wasn't normally an issue at all, but when it was Dimitri he had to call out just to go someplace... It was absolutely impossible for him to ignore Dimitri.

Which was how they'd ended up on what some might call a mandate man date.

After dragging Dimitri out to the beach just to hear the waves (Adrian thought that was a nice touch), he then dragged him to the Perk for coffee. And conversation, of course. And picking a table in front of the window where Adrian immediately tried to light a cigarette and frowned at the lack of ashtray.


[For the tall guy (no, not that one. Or that on- look, the one he came with), though it can be ooooopen.]

Atlas Gym | Friday

[guardian-god.livejournal.com]

Fridays were always the best days at Atlas and this week was no exception.

Dimitri was taking advantage of the peaceful nature of the day by turning up whatever the radio happened to be tuned to from the morning (and wow, did Rose have weird taste) and going after a heavy bag.

Hitting things passed the time well.