Trooper Station, Thursday (July 1)

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Her computer was beeping.

Every keystroke she punched it beeped. She didn't even know what started it. One second she was typing out her reports and the next every keystroke led to beeping.

"This is gonna be a thing, isn't it?" Reese narrowed her eyes at her computer. "This is gonna be one of the things where when I bring in a tech geek you're gonna stop beeping but the moment he leaves you start beeping again, right?"

It might be her imagination but it seemed like her monitor... glinted.

Reese dropped her face into her hand. It was gonna be one of those days.


(Open!)

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

[stayingfrosty.livejournal.com]

Price was actually quite looking forward to tomorrow. It'd be his first day as officially part of the school faculty, and he'd get to chaperone the shuttle trip to pick up the new students. With a bloke he had yet to meet, but that would be no problem at all. Meeting new people was part of his new job.

So today, he was cleaning his pistol, the pistol that killed Imran Zakhaev. He did not pull the trigger at the time, no. He'd barely even managed to watch Soap fire the pistol to take him out, before losing consciousness. He'd woken up in the Gulag after that, but five years later he was handed this pistol again, by Soap himself.

This was his equivalent of the vacation scrapbook, the collection of love letters, the stack of home movies. This pistol held the memories for Captain John Price, and he cleaned each piece dilligently and carefully. It would remain in perfect working order as long as he had breath in his body.

But of course, he'd pause from his task to help anyone that came into Wellsping.

[ooc: open post, ocd free, i'm at work so slow replies but i'll happily take tags all day!]

All Around Town | Community Project | Friday | July 2

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

Even though it was a break week, Fraser was still out supervising the community project. Work didn't stop just because classes did, after all. The gardeners and landscapers were in the lot near the community center today, getting started on the very large garden that was due to be started there.

Landscaping supplies were piled neatly on the outside of the lot and there were already people hard at work planting flowers and laying down mulch. It was a nice day, the sun was shining and it wasn't oppressively hot.

It was a good day to be outside.

Coyote Medicine, Friday

[allyofthevarden.livejournal.com]

It was Friday, which meant Arya could be found at Coyote Medicine. She was making a list of items to take back home with her. She was fairly certain her mother could make use of any medicinal means possible.

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.]

Things Reborn, Friday

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Harper was feeling rather divided as she got to work today. There was the little voice over her right shoulder telling her that she should be there, but there was another little voice on her left shoulder telling her she should ditch work and go to the beach.

She was trying really hard to find a compromise between the two. The compromise involved setting up a fake beach in the window with some sand and an old lounge chair for her.

Things Reborn was open, and Harper will probably get up and help any customers who come in.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

It was Mary's birthday today, and while she normally would have thrown a huge party for herself, her plans just hadn't come together this year. Besides, the little angel on her shoulder told her that she should stay for a double shift since her night auditor couldn't come in. And even thought the little devil on her other shoulder told her otherwise, Mary had gotten used to ignoring that voice.

"You can just shut it," Mary told the little devil. "I'm through with listening to you. I always end up regretting the stuff that you tell me to do." Sure, she was getting some very strange looks from Gunther, but speaking out loud was making it easier to resist the little devil's suggestions.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Lemon Vanilla Angel Food Cake
Devil's Food Cake with Fudge Frosting

Pixie Dust, Friday

[ashockingbitch]

Despite gross negligence, Jenny still had a job, since she couldn't well fire herself, and had suddenly remembered this fact. She staggered on down to Pixie Dust despite her hangover and set about taking stock of the place and all the catch-up paperwork she had to do. It was so much more fun to burn ugly clothes, though, so she was going to gather items up for that purpose while she waited for her headache to clear.

Pixie Dust is open.

Imperial Junke Yard, Friday

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When he unlocked the gates this morning, Marcus was greeted by the sweet sound of music. He looked up in confusion to see a pair of violins floating about the junkyard, bows sliding across strings as they apparently played themselves.

Marcus grimaced and ran a hand over his head, not exactly thrilled to be faced with yet more island weirdness. The violins, however, were apparently glad to see him, swooping over to swirl around him while they played a joyous tune.

"Shut up." It had absolutely no impact; if anything, the music got louder. It was starting to give him a headache. Marcus eyed the crowbar which was leaning against the shed and then the violins. Simple solutions were always the best. They continued to circle him as he strode forward to grab the crowbar, then cowered back as he hefted it, playing a sad and frightened tune.

Marcus hesitated.

( Which was precisely when a tiny devil appeared on his left shoulder and a tiny angel on his right. )

[IDEK, but the junkyard is open and melodious. There is OCD since I'm AFK most of the day, so please mod your junkyard and your music if you want to avoid SP.]

Caritas; Friday Evening

[eternalstud.livejournal.com]

Damon strolled into work late, ignoring Tino's glares and headed straight for the scotch. Apparently he was supposed to make a big deal over the fact that the drummer's left arm was off.

"Look, if the guy from Def Leppard can drum one-armed, so can this dude," Damon insisted as he poured himself a drink.

Sushi Station, Friday Evening

[nohaircutsplz]

Medusa still didn't trust the human food, but a girl had to eat, and she had been told that this 'sushi' was fresh and delicious, which sounded promising. Also, she approved of any time she got to spend with Blackagar, so here she was, eying her surroundings in a vaguely suspicious way.

((For the cousin, but it is of course an open restaurant!))

Chilly Boulder, Friday evening

[heromaniac]

"Ice cream is a wonderful treat. Dairy is good for you! And there's plenty of calcium! As long as you don't eat too much, of course!"

"Get candy! And sprinkles. Lots of syrup, chocolate and butterscotch! Ah! And have them mix in some cookie pieces and those bits of cake. In a waffle cone. No! A chocolate dipped waffle cone!"

Momoko rolled her eyes as she held open the door to the Chilly Boulder. "Look! It's nice that you two can finally agree on something," she looked in turn at the frilly-dressed mini-Momoko perched on one shoulder and the mini leather-clad yakuza Momoko crouched on the other. "But please stop yelling in my ears! You've been doing that all day!"

"Are you sure you can't see or hear them? Either one? They are totally loud and annoying." She looked over at Dinah, shaking her head, but grinning. Even a whole day of listening to the two mini-Momokos telling her what to do all day, giving her advice, and arguing about things that she was glad no one else could hear, wasn't annoying enough to prevent her from enjoying an evening of ice cream and fun with her friends.



[Chilly Boulder is open!]