All over the island, Monday, around about sunset

[fh_beasties]

It started small, far out to sea, the most minor of movements in the Earth's tectonic plates, ancient rock grumbling and shifting in sleep like a great beast.

The tremor raced under the ocean, the wake of its passing marked by erratic wave patterns, and kept going, shivering through the island in its path.

Tiny, mild, barely worth remarking on: leaves quivered, birds took offended flight, and deep in the woods a moss-covered stone teetered, trembled, then finally succumbed to gravity and tumbled from its perch to thud unceremoniously onto the ground.

Such a small thing, but from small things very big things could grow.

[And so we begin! This was a very, very minor tremor which can be felt all over the island but isn't strong enough to do anything in the way of actual damage. Thanks to wrongkindofsith for solving my icon dilemma by suggesting the Jurassic Park Water Glass Of Doom. Up so early as I won't be around to post it later.]

Book Haven, Tuesday

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

Her conversation with Hayley yesterday had left her in a worried and thoughtful mood. Hayley had seemed cheerful enough, but there had been several comments that left her feeling uneasy.

It made studying a little bit more difficult than it usually was as she had problems focusing.

Eventually she simply gave up and contented herself with people watching by the window. It passed the time and left her free to try and pinpoint what was bothering her so.

Book Haven is Open.

Covent Garden Flowers, Tuesday

[intraspective]

So.

So.

Ino had been fooling around online the night before and stumbled across K-Pop while link-leaping through YouTube and their J-Pop.

Which entirely explained why she had this blaring today. She had no clue what they were saying but it was catchy and fun and totally fun to work along to. Ino tried singing along, but that was complicated when she had no idea of the language worked so she mostly settled for dancing around the store.

… Shush.

Covent Garden Flowers

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

Covent Garden Flowers is Open.

Pixie Dust; Tuesday [ 07/13 ].

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Last week may have been a big, fat fluke, but this week was an entirely new week altogether. Besides, Ariel had quite a project laid out in front of her to keep her busy in the slower hours of her shift, and she'd had a great time in class earlier (as to be expected!), so it might as well have been last year for how much she was concerned for it.

Scattered in front of Ariel on the counter were an assortment of items, tools, and decorative effects. Some string and seaweed, glitter, glue guns, nails, hammers, and a few staplers. Rhinestones and sequins and twist ties. But at the center of it all were two amazingly symmetrical sea shells, drying from their pretty blue paint.

The rest was, admittedly, a bit of a challenge. Ariel had never had to make a pair of seashells before, but she was determined that Rinoa would have herself a pair, as promised.

The sign was, of course, still in the window.

HAPPY TUESDAY!!!
Free kisses today with every purchase!


Pixie Dust is open!

[[ and so is the post! ]]

MHA Lobby | Tuesday | July 13

[flipped-god-off.livejournal.com]

Loki was behind the desk in the lobby but he didn't look like he was completely there. He wasn't asleep but he was staring off into the distance, unable to stop thinking about someone that had caused so much shit to happen in a short amount of time. Loki knew he should hate his face and hate his stupid fucking plans but he...didn't. He missed Bartleby.

It felt stupid to feel like this, to be thinking of someone whose head had been turned into smashed watermelon but Loki couldn't stop. Everything else fell away while he daydreamed.

Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

[furnaceface]

Well, this was it, then. This was the business that Jono had more or less inherited, since Alice's leaving the island. And, as far as he was aware, the sum of the parts of Groovy Tunes was Jono, a building, and the music.

This probably had to be remedied. Businesses like this didn't exactly run themselves, after all, and so even if Jono would quite happily spend every waking hour of every day here, there was a sign in the window, looking about as flashy as Jono could possibly make it.

Which meant that the sheet of scrap looseleaf with the words "HELP WANTED" scrawled on it in black sharpie was also decorated with little music note stickers. They were scratch-and-sniff and smelled like blueberry.

It counted.

[Groovy Tunes is open and flying OCD-free, as always!]

Luke's Diner [Tuesday, July 13th]

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

Sookie had slept poorly. She'd woken up early that morning after dreaming of Gran, of sitting in the kitchen beside her as she cooked, of the way she always smelled slightly like potting soil and kitchen soap. It wasn't a bad dream, but she woke up feeling wistful, and there was a slight tugging in her, drawing her out to the woods.

Regardless, she made her way to work, though today she made food that reminded her of her childhood and her grandmother.

Today's Specials
Shrimp and Grits
Pecan Pie

Luke's was open, if distracted.

Strokes of Genius [7/13]

[angelandwitch.livejournal.com]

Paige was exhausted today, as evidenced by the huge cup of coffee next to her and the circles under her eyes. She had a restless night of sleep thanks to dreams of her sisters, including Prue, whom she had never actually met but she had heard plenty of stories about and seen numerous pictures of.

It was... unsettling, to say the least. She wasn't sure if she should mention it to Piper or not.

For now, she'd focus on opening boxes of new inventory and helping any customers who stopped by.


[no ocd, sp at work, blah blah blah]

Android's Dungeon, Tuesday

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"Stupid Faust not wanting to risk a healing spell." Tim grumbled, scratching uselessly at the spot on the cast over the spot his arm itched. "Where's those elves with their much cooler magic when you need them?"

It was hard enough stocking with only one arm, but when the one in the sling insisted on distracting you, well. Tim wasn't in the best mood just now.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Sometime this morning, Mary had changed back from bird form to human form. Unfortunately, she found her human form to be without any clothing and without the room key she normally kept in her pocket.

Fortunately, she was near a storage closet. She was able to wrap an extra large bath sheet around herself before heading down to the front desk to get a new room key. That's where her luck ran out again. There was a long line of guests waiting to check out with Gunther nowhere in sight.

And that's the story of how Mary ended up working a full shift wearing only a towel.

[Open! No OCD. I may be slow with pings today.]

Cafe Fina, Tuesday

[lordofthecats.livejournal.com]

It was a perfectly normal day at Fina, except for Lion-o modeling his tricorne hat for the pepper shaker, while the cheese grater was trying on the old-fashioned coat Lion-o had brought with him.

Today's Special
Tomato, Basil and Mozzerella Salad

[Open! No OCD]

The woods, Tuesday, an hour before sunrise

[fh_beasties]

The Teal Deer had been busy. And hungry.

The stone which had thudded into the ground last night had drawn them inexorably in. Not just because of the delicious moss with which the stone was liberally coated. No, the real attraction for the Teal Deer was the words with which the stone was covered. The writing was faded, worn away by wind and weather and the passing of time, but the stone was filled with the spirit of those words and whatever ancient power had inscribed them had been longwinded indeed.

The deer continued to nibble as they'd nibbled all night, finally exposing the remnants of that ancient writing to the starlight.

The air went very still and the Teal Deer froze. One lifted her head, scenting the breeze, ears flickering nervously. A moment passed, two, then they bolted as one, racing away into the trees.

They'd survived in Fandom a long time.

Seconds after they fled, a flash of white light exploded out of the stone, followed by a pulse of power which spread across the island: ever expanding concentric circles with the stone at their heart.

[NFI, NFB. If you think you felt it, you did! The power itself doesn't feel dangerous or threatening, more warm and sort of friendly, but it definitely feels strong and it may feel familiar to those who have powers that relate to the dead.]

Caritas [Tuesday]

[canadianpopstar.livejournal.com]

Robin had her location. She had her dress (though it was still being altered.) She had flowers. She even had cake.

What she didn't have for her wedding was a bartender, though she could just use what the resort provided. But considering how she'd already used up her Bride Insanity Points to get the dogs boarded and groomed, she figured she ought to try other methods first.

So tonight found her being oddly nice to Tino. Just in case.

Tino, naturally, found this terribly suspicious.

The woods, Tuesday, all day and night

[fh_beasties]

The stone wasn't alive but it was, in some small sense, aware.

Centuries ago, it had been hewn from the side of a mountain and inscribed with secret words by one with both magic and a deep and abiding sense of love. The words had infused it with power and, as far as a medium-sized stone can manage it anyway, a sense of determination. One might even say stubbornness.

The light of the stars in Fandom's sky had awakened it and it had a job to do.

It sent tendrils of power sliding across the island, searching out the people who lived here and more, the people who had once lived here. They were still bound, still connected, to the island, and the stone used those connections to send its power far across the multiverse.

The power didn't demand, and it didn't threaten. It was calm and subtle and warm, like a tropical breeze, sliding through people's consciousness (or trying to, in any event; Fandom seemed to have more than its fair share of those whose minds stubbornly resisted the stone's influence) to draw out the memories of those they had loved and lost, inviting them to dream.

The stone was a straightforward sort of thing, with all the imagination one would expect of a medium-sized stone, so its message was also straightforward.

If you dream them, they will come.

It was a promise.

Pleased with itself, the stone settled into its task, secure in the knowledge that it could only be found by those it managed to entice into following the power's path to touch it.

[Glee! Ehem, yes. There's OCD for those who are coming to touch the stone and for those who want to find where the heck this weird power signature/feeling is coming from or where these people are going. Not that they'll find out, but when has that ever stopped anyone?

That people in the first thread went into the woods is FB (unless otherwise marked); touching the stone is NFB.]

The Preserve [Tuesday late afternoon/evening]

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

After agreeing to meet Blysse in the preserve, Katniss had left the reserves meeting with a lighter feeling. She had missed hunting. Once she'd arrived at the agreed meeting spot, she found a tree she liked, and slung her bow over her shoulder before easily scrabbling up into it.

From her perch, she was able to see anyone or anything coming or going, and the forked branches she found made it easy for her to relax. She hadn't climbed a tree since the Games, but that was dismissed from her mind. Instead, she became still, listening to the woods as she waited.

[for she who is narratively mentioned, but open preserve is open!]