Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center, Friday

[stayingfrosty.livejournal.com]

Price's usual day at Wellspring was marked by a definite lack of anything special going on.

With the exception of Price himself passing the time by assembling papercraft firearms.

Yes, he knew it was childish. But it made him smile.

[ooc: Sorry, lack of OCD today as I'm running late. Open, though, and I will actually reply from work!]

Covent Garden Flowers :: Friday, June 4

[auntie-vida.livejournal.com]

Vida was busying herself processing some sunflowers from California that had arrived that morning.

She had the strangest feeling she was being watched, however.


Covent Garden Flowers

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


[ooc: no, seriously, we're ordering those.]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary had found an article on five things that hotels were offering to boost business. While she was trying to keep an open mind, Mary was not sure about the idea of extending the check-out time to 2 PM, unless she also pushed the check-in time back by a few hours. Otherwise, housekeeping barely had enough time to clean rooms after check-outs and Mary did not believe in cutting corners when it came to cleaning.

But she did clip out the article and leave it at the front desk for her staff to read. Mary figured that some of them might have their own ideas to share.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Chilled Thai Squash Soup with Yogurt and Cilantro

[Open! No OCD.]

The Beach, Friday Afternoon

[boho-to-be.livejournal.com]

Christian wasn't quite sure what to do in getting ready for his date with Leia; he ended up trying on and discarding almost everything in his closet before ending up with a shirt and pants that looked ... pretty much exactly like all of his other clothes. A small notebook was tucked into his pocket.

Once he got to the beach, he spread out a blanket and sat down, contemplating taking off his shoes to go wading once they'd eaten. Leia seemed like she might enjoy that.

[OOC: For the princess, please!]

Things Reborn, Friday

[chic-harper.livejournal.com]

Harper was on the phone as she counted the cash in the register. Her mother had finally called her and Harper wasn't about to tell her to call back, even if she did need to open the store. Besides, she found she could say "yeah" and "uh-huh" while working as her mother went on and on about why she decided to move out of their house in New York to start over again in a new city. Somehow, her mother neglected to mention where this new city was before her cell phone cut out.

With that out of the way, Harper flipped the "Open" sign and wondered here she was going to go for holidays and stuff now that her parents were no longer in New York.

Things Reborn was open!

Coyote Medicine, Friday

[allyofthevarden.livejournal.com]

Arya spent a good amount of time cataloging items in the back room. She might have been making a list in her head of items that interested her and things that would be of use back home.

COYOTE MEDICINE Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services THE MEDICINE WOMAN IS IN. Now Hiring! Saturday and Wednesday shifts available.

Coyote Medicine is open.

[OCD's on holiday.]

Caritas; Friday Evening

[eternalstud.livejournal.com]

Damon was just gonna leave this article somewhere where Chuck could find it. Sure, it might be bullshit, but he had to try. Tino approved of it too!

[*points* sith_happened totes found that article. Alsoooo I'm gone for a while after 8:30 so mod Tino for speediness]

Imperial Junke Yard, Friday

[notquitewright.livejournal.com]

The junkyard gates were open, the lights were on, but apparently nobody was home.

Marcus was nowhere to be seen, his whereabouts a mystery*.

________________________
*Not a very exciting mystery, mind, more one of those annoying ones that's the only book you pack to take with you on a long flight and then realise one chapter in that obviously the mysterious stranger is the killer.

[Yeah, I have no idea, but mod the junkyard today should you need it.]

The Graveyard: Late Friday Night

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

You'd think Gunn would have better things to do on a Friday night than go on patrol.

But after his trip back home... well let's just say he's trying to get himself back on the "mission."

Just don't ask him what that mission is. He's not sure of that yet.

[Open for any late nighters. Or SP'ers.]