The Causeway, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

It was the Monday after graduation, and Arthur's nerves were hitting an all-time high.

Not that he'd admit it.

They were packed and ready: Arthur had his dog and his horses, Merlin had his owl. Several bags strapped to each of the horses, enough food for the trip home, if they wound up anywhere near where he and Merlin had gotten thrown off course the first time around.

Arthur didn't give the castle as much as a passing glance. But he had put out a few messages to anyone who might care to see him leave, and advised Morgana and Merlin to do the same.

Today, they would try to go home -- and dammit, they would succeed. He couldn't think anything less if he was going to take this path.

[[ open. not, in fact, the last post of the camelot kids in fandom, but probably a, if not the last chance to make your goodbyes to the lot all in one place. so have at! ]]

Luke's Diner, May 3 (Monday)

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

There was nothing new about Lacey being in early and polishing the sides of the coffee machine to an unnecessary level of shine. There was, for that matter, nothing new about the metal strips edging the counter getting the same treatment, or the doorknob, or even the service bell.

(This wasn't entirely because she liked things clean; the occasional flashes of reflected sunlight tended to catch the busboy in the eyes right at some inopportune moment when he was trying to pull a prank. Oh, yeah. She was clever like that. It was a shame she wasn't more consistent about it.)

Opening the cash register to count the till and witnessing a geyser of Raisinets as they sprang forth from the pennies, though -- that was new.

But yummy.

Today's Specials
Herbed Balsamic Chicken with Blue Cheese
Nectarine-Blackberry Crisp
Five Bean Picnic Salad

NOW HIRING - See Manager for Details
Weekend shifts available!

Luke's is open, and caught somewhere between the movie theater and Old Faithful, apparently.

Stark Industries, Monday

[endsthegame]

There was always a shroud over Fandom on the week after graduation. People leaving left and right: emotional times. Ender himself would have to admit there were one or two graduates he'd have a passing fond thought of over the years.

But he'd already been through this once with the people he'd fought with, and by now, every year, it left him mostly detached. Almost zen about it, really.

Which would explain why absolutely nothing was different at Stark's today. Not even the bananas behind the machines.

[[ open! ]]

Android's Dungeon [5/3]

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

It was the first day Claire managed to make it back in to work after her trip home and she was definitely wishing she was anywhere else but there. Between losing her dad and Jon leaving, she was not having the easiest time of things. She also hadn't talked to Elle about what happened yet and she knew she couldn't avoid it much longer.

Since she was there, she decided to throw herself into work as a distraction, pulling all of the merchandise off of the shelves and scrubbing all of the fixtures.




[no ocd, pings slow until after 8pm EDT]

Atlas Gym [5/3]

[lovethenubbins.livejournal.com]

Ashley had stopped by graduation to watch Rose graduate and she had spent most of the ceremony laughing her ass off. At the moment, she was texting Tesla and filling him in on the insanity that was Fandom.

She'd be happy to assist anyone who came in to the gym and needed help though.

Covent Garden Flowers [5/3]

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

It was Joan's last Monday for the foreseeable future opening the flower shop (and possibly the last time ever, if Miss Vida hired someone to replace her while she was backpacking around the multiverse). She felt kind of surreal about the whole thing.

At least her parents had somehow decided that all the wacky stuff that happened at graduation was some really amazing Hollywood special effects and they hadn't figured out that it was just Fandom being Fandom.

So she was amusing herself today by reading all of the new greeting cards in the store. It was easier than thinking about the huge life changing things she was dealing with.

Covent Garden Flowers

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

Fourth Dimension Fine Arts and Antiques, Monday, 5/3

[magdaofslovenia.livejournal.com]

Sophie was still restlessly considering a trip somewhere; maybe a job. All of the students graduating, and Geoffrey's return, had her considering her options. Scanning the internet for ideas. In the meantime, Fourth Dimension's current exhibit satisfied her need for something unique: gemstone statues by Vasily Konovalenko, Helen Serras-Herman, and George Dapsevicius.

Perfect.

There was lemonade and tea on the sideboard, as well as coffee.

[open!}

The Magic Box, Monday

[stylin-wizard.livejournal.com]

Alex opened up the shop, armed with an iced coffee and a pastry. She was trying not to think about people leaving the island. Instead, she put her focus into cleaning the store.

And maybe along the way, she'd keep an eye for some charms she'd read about on the wizard web.

The Magic Box is open.

[OCD free.]

Holiday Grove, Monday May 3rd

[loyal-type.livejournal.com]

HAPPY WORLD PRESS DAY
VOID WHERE PROHIBITED

Yes, Oz thought he was funny. Today's sale was on news papers from around the world. Including the Weekly World News and the Onion.

There were even dvd's of news reels from back in the day.

Holiday Grove is open.

The Docks, Monday Afternoon

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

There was a new boat tied up today. The Sea Horse, Tully's year long project after the lighthouse was completed.

Today he was christening her with champagne and lobster. He wasn't going to break the bottle on the bow, that'd be littering. Instead he was drinking said drink and toasting the sea, and the boat.

He had both enough to share, and the desire to.

[Open post is open!]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Karla was still feeling pretty low; the goodbyes had started already and Karla was discovering how poorly she handled them. Even though her friends were moving on to bigger and better things, Karla couldn't help but feel they were abandoning her instead. Which was stupid, she knew. So the sadness she felt about graduation was compounded by guilt and grumpiness, which made for one angsty and emo witchling.

Which was getting tiresome, even for her.

Today, Karla resolved to distract herself from her little dark gloom-cloud and focus on something else. Like dressing up in her catsuit from last week and becoming a supervillain for Dinah. That was nice and absurd enough to distract her, and plotting out how such a thing would even work kept Karla from dwelling over the weekend.

The Gig, Monday [5/3]

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani still felt miserable from the weekend, and only part of it was due to the hangover. "Never in a million years would I pick a horse named Super Saver to win the Kentucky Derby," she muttered, taking out her frustration with a pitchfork and a lot of hay.

The Gig was open!

Strokes of Genius, Monday 3

[likexmasmorning.livejournal.com]

Jane had heard about the graduation, although she hadn't attended to it. There wasn't anyone she knew there that well, or family -and the official answer was that she didn't have family of any kind besides John, so...-. Still, it sounded as if the kids had had their good fun, so she was glad for them.

Sitting on her office, the woman was lazily making some sketches of what looked more and more like a couple of handguns which was probably an obsession, stopping from time to time to peek outside of it at the store, and then resuming her art.

Strokes of Genius was open for bsns.

Our Lady of Fandom, Monday afternoon

[scruffnfeathers]

So, apparently, carving a angel-banishing sigil into one's own chest took a lot out of an angel. Especially when one followed up such an act with drinking a large amount of fine Thai liquor. Which would explain why Castiel woke up to find himself face down on a pew with his trenchcoat over his head. He peered blearily into the wood and wondered if he owed Sam, Dean, and Chuck an apology for the day before.

A soft mewing came from under his head. Castiel fell off the pew, and thus had a perfect view of Angelbane. In his absence, she'd apparently decided that she didn't like the little nest he'd made for her in the rectory, instead preferring a pile of old altar boy robes underneath the pew, where it was warm and dark and the little old lady who always sat in the front row could sneak her sardines.

Angelbane glared at Castiel, possibly for interrupting her grooming process, possibly for not being the little old lady who always sat in the front row, bearing a can of sardines. She made sure to give him a good, long look before returning to her business. Which was grooming small, hairless things with their eyes shut. Castiel's eyes widened.

"Oh."

Angelbane ignored him, too busy gently pushing one of the tiny things aside so she could get to the one underneath.

Castiel smiled. One of the little hairless things wobbled its way in his general direction, and Angelbane gave him another look, as if to say "keep an eye on that one for a moment, won't you?"

"Thank you," said Castiel, still lying prone on the floor. He nudged the kitten back towards the nest of altar boy robes. "I think I needed to see that."

[ooc: The church is, as always, quite open.]

Café Fina, Monday

[puppy_fair]

It was that sort of day today, over at Cafe Fina.

You know the type.

After all, in a restaurant staffed primarily by animate dishes, days like this were rather an inevitability. It was the sort of day that saw the staff doing what they do best, and attempting to teach Zack to do the same.

Today's Specials:
Be... Our... Guest!
(And please, try the grey stuff.)

Cafe Fina is open, and there is a lot of singing and dancing to take in. Just don't mind Zack. He can dance, sure, but he can't really carry a tune in a bucket.

[Open Fina is Open!]

Imperial Junke Yard, Monday

[notquitewright.livejournal.com]

Marcus was back at the junkyard this morning, a paper bag in one hand.

Walking around, he began to hear the rats. As he tracked the sound, which moved with him, almost as if they were running away, he realised he could smell them. He knew what rats smelled like; it was something you never forgot.

Eventually, he cornered them in one spot: an old, upended, wooden wheeled carriage*. Quick and efficient, Marcus laid down a circle of poison bait around it.

Rats were rapidly gaining on the island for position of 'thing he was least fond of'.
_____________________
*IT'S A TRAP!

Trooper Station; Monday [ 05/03 ].

[colourfulscents.livejournal.com]

Angua, Ralph, and a few of the other troopers had come to the conclusion that paperwork had a much better use: providing the ball for a nice, rousing game of Modified for the Office Baseball. They wadded up nicely and the billy clubs made for excellent bats. Right in front of Angua's desk was going to be home plate; the coffee maker, water cooler, and copy machine were the bases.

And Angua really had quite a knack for snagging balls out of the air when they were hit. She didn't even catch them with her mouth, either.

"Ha! Third out! I'm up; lemme show you boys how it's really done. Again."


[[ open station is open; guess who's got two thumbs and was working on little league teams and equipment inventory at work all day?? ]]

Caritas | Monday

[whos-got-spirit.livejournal.com]

When Adrian came in to work today, he found everything set up already, and Tino behind the bar wearing a graduation cap. The weird thing was, it wasn't even in Fandom High's colors.

"You're a strange man, has anyone ever told you that?" Adrian wondered.

Tino had no answer, probably because he didn't need to be told.

Sushi Station, Monday evening

[future_sandworm]

Kate had specifically asked that they didn't go to Il Pollo, so Leto had suggested sushi. Raw fish was still something he found a little odd, but it was the last time he would be able to try it in a long time.

It was also the last time he would have dinner with Kate, at least for a very long time. He picked up the menu.

"What would you like?"

[Leto is here with Kate obviously, but Sushi Station is open for you sushi needs]

The Arms Hotel - Monday

[pyroliz.livejournal.com]

As Liz came in on time for her shift, she was trying hard not to think about the fact that this would be the last time that she'd be working here since she was going on the senior trip and then after she'd finished the trip she'd be going back to the BPRD and train to become an agent.

She busied herself with making sure that everything was set up and organized and that the specials were placed out before she opened.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials: Chicken Pasta Bake