Coyote Medicine, Friday

[allyofthevarden.livejournal.com]

Arya got to the store early and took some time to make use of the sweat lodge. Feeling refreshed and making sure she was presentable afterwards, she opened up the store and busied herself in the back. If anyone had need of her, all they had to do was shout.

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 free.]

Throughout the island - Friday

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

In the wee early morning hours of Fandom, no evidence that there was temperature change or a frost on the ground or snow falling from above.

In fact the weather was exactly the way it should be for Fandom. Yep. Just a typical summer day.

However way down in the bowels of Hell? Frozen solid baby.

And when Hell freezes over... Well, it looks like it's time for some wacky things to start happening in Fandom.

[NFB & NFI. Just a little marker to kick off Hell being Frozen over for everyone. Enjoy!]

Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center | Friday

[stayingfrosty.livejournal.com]

Today, John was draping cloth over all the gun displays. He had two vases of freshly cut flowers, ready to hand out to anyone that came in.

And the sign out front suddenly had a make-shift one in front of it. In bright neon letters it read:

Give Peace a Chance

Price would get a pretty good laugh at this once he was more himself.

[ooc: OCD free, Open, Work slow warning.]

Sushi Station; Friday Lunchtime [ 06/18 ].

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Today was the day that Ariel had decided that she really needed to confront this Aquaman teacher on the issue of his fish being potentially evil and working with sea witches. She wasn't exactly sure how she planned to go about it; not being able to talk was one issue, and the other was the fact that he might think she was crazy.

But, really, Mister Aquaman was surprisingly easy to communicate with. She barely needed to gesture to get a point across and he was properly concerned with the issues she was raising. In fact, things were going to well that they got to 'chatting' about all sorts of interesting things. He promised that he would thoroughly investigate the issue of the evil fish through interrogation when they were returned, and they realized they were both feeling fairly hungry, and perhaps lunch might be on the agenda.

So they hightailed it over to Sushi Station, where the table was soon covered in an assortment of delectable dishes.

"Ariel!" said Aquaman. "You simply must try more of this salmon nigiri! It is outrageous!"

Grinning, Ariel gripped her stomach, rolling her eyes because she just couldn't! She couldn't! She was so stuffed already with the tuna and crab that she couldn't imagine having another bite! In fact, she subtly suggested by shoving the tray of unagi his way, he should really be eating more, too!

"Well, if you insist!" said Aquaman, digging his chopsticks in. "But, really, have the rest of the flounder; that seemed your favorite!"

Oooh. There was more flounder! Don't mind if she did!


[[ I'm a terrible person. Open for all your sushi needs! And byneptunesbeard totally modded with permission ]]

The Park, Friday Morning

[nofatjokes.livejournal.com]

Fred Dukes stood in the middle of the park, a friendly smile on his face.

He was holding a piece of cardboard, which proudly proclaimed:

FREE HUGS

And by golly, he'd be happy to give them.

[OOC: Open, work slow warning, I'm still not as evil as byneptunesbeard.]

The Perk [early morning]

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

Jack, as was his habit, had woken at dawn, taken a shower, gone for a long run on the beach to enjoy the sounds of the birds as they stirred from their nests and then had gone for a mani-pedi, haircut and deep tissue massage at the spa.

Now he was sitting at the Perk nursing a green tea soy latte and picking at a low-fat bran muffin and musing about what to do with the rest of the day.

Perhaps he would go read to orphans!

[OOC: So open.]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Let's face it, Mary's wardrobe was more suited to Las Vegas nightclubs than the business world. So it was a surprise to see Mary wearing a three-piece suit and looking very professional at the front desk.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Chocolate-Raspberry Panini with Marscapone

[Open! The OCD left early for the weekend.]

Graveyard: Friday Evening

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

Gunn was on patrol again.

"Yo? Vampires? Any of you guys about?"

Though it was a bit different this time around.

"I'm O positive! Got plenty here if you're hungry!"

Yeah. Very different.

[IDK. Open.]

Streets of Fandom, Friday

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel had woken up that morning knowing exactly what he'd been doing wrong for the last year or so when it came to the Apocalypse. He'd been fighting against it, for one. Clearly, the answer was not to fight it, but to pick a side. Uriel and Lucifer had been right. It was time to stop denying it to himself.

But he was still stuck on the island. How could he further the devil's agenda when he was nigh-powerless and landlocked in another dimension?

Well, he'd have to convince Sam to say yes, naturally. And he should probably kill some people, but, well, to do that he'd have to actually get his hands dirty. He was all out of smite for the time being. He didn't want to have to touch people.

So he was on a hunt, hands dug deep into his pockets to avoid any accidental brushing of filthy human flesh, searching for Lucifer's One True Vessel to convince him of the wonderfulness of Lucifer's plans.

If only he knew he was actually looking for a yak.

[ooc: It took far too long to figure out what to do with my poor little angel here. Post is open!]

The park [Friday afternoon]

[canadianpopstar.livejournal.com]

Robin, dressed in a very stylish t-shirt, was sitting in a random patch of flowers she'd found, weaving together a little crown.

Besides her was a large box, which read alcohol is bad. recycle yours here and join a life of abstinence!!!!

Robin was proud of how smart this idea of hers was, in fact. She was pretty sure she was doing the island a big favor.

[Robin wants me to take a cement block to my head for this. Totes open.]

The Preserve [sunset]

[sith_happened]

Anakin skipped through a field of wildflowers with a gremlin riding along with him in his hood.

He and gremlins were the very closest of friends, of course. Who else would sing harmony to "Oh, What a Beautiful Morning" with him?

"We're just in time, my friend!" he proclaimed, pointing to the sky. "The sun is about to go down. We must stand here and appreciate the moment. It's a very Jedi thing to do."

And it might be. It just, on any other day, wasn't a very Anakin thing to do.

[OOC: Oh, you know it's open.]

Caritas; Friday Evening

[eternalstud.livejournal.com]

Damon was normal as normal could be tonight at the bar. Probably for the best. If he was opposite himself, he'd be Stefan and nobody wants that to happen. Tino, however, was acting sort of...smooth? He wasn't as creepy, anyway. Still fugly, in Damon's opinion.

Imperial Junke Yard, Friday

[notquitewright.livejournal.com]

Marcus was eating breakfast when he arrived, specifically an egg and bacon muffin, and he was really enjoying it.

He unlocked the gates, opened up the shed, then happened to notice an upside down metal basket under which was trapped a rat. The rat was glaring at Marcus, obviously remembering the short-lived war they had waged not so long ago.

Marcus crouched in front of the basket and offered the rat a piece of bacon. "Know how you feel," he told the rat, who stared at him in rodential bemusement. It was a practical rat, however, so it took the bacon, nibbling it while Marcus talked.

"I'm trapped here, same as you are. Worst part is, I'm getting used to it. Some days I don't even mind. Beats the hell out of where I was before." Marcus considered the rat, then tipped the basket over. "Difference between you and me is you've got someone to let you out." He broke off a small piece of muffin and held it out to the rat.

The rat looked over its shoulder, obviously contemplating flight, then reached out to take the muffin.

"You should know better," he told it. "Nothing's free." It earned him flattened ears and a suspicious look. Marcus smiled, just a small one. "Except hard as it is to believe, sometimes it is." He set the rest of his breakfast in front of the rat, then stood up and went to work on his current project, leaving behind a slightly confused, but very grateful, rodent.

[Open junkyard is open and conversations with rodents suggested by wrongkindofsith! Marcus may tell you all about his feeeeeeeelings today, just be warned.

ETA: Warning for Marcus and Kyle sharing their feelings. Yes, Hell has truly frozen over.]

Ching Tai [Friday night]

[weldedtomyspine]

"I came in here earlier tonight to make sure they didn't offer me my usual table and ask how many attractive ladies would be joining me," Jaime explained as he held the door open for Dinah. "Since that would be a bit embarrassing, and I'd prefer to leave with all my ribs unbroken."

"And I don't want you hurting any of my regular ladies, either."

And if Jaime tensed up, ready to take a playful (or less than playful) shot to the ribs for that one.