Luke's Diner, August 2 (Monday)

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Did Lacey open the diner door cautiously and edge inside with a broomstick clutched in both hands, doing a comically bad (yet unintentional) impression of someone sneaking through dangerous darkened corridors in an action flick?

***

Flash-cut to Agent Burrows in a slick all-black outfit with cool hair and everything, high-powered uptempo action music thrumming in the background as she KICKS the diner door down and brings her weapon to bear on ABSOLUTELY NO ONE --

LACEY: . . . um. Hello?

***

Of course not. Why would she ever do that?

Today's Specials

Artichoke, Cherry, Tomato, and Feta Salad
Grilled Chicken and Peaches with Chipotle-Peach Dressing
Blackberry-Blueberry Lime Tart

Luke's is open, and actually pretty boring today. Maybe just to spite Lacey and her suspicions.

. . . don't mind the footprint on the door.

[OOC: The OCD fell between the cushions of the soul-sucking couch that held me captive to sleep all weekend.]

Community Center Garden | Monday | August 2

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The new month wasn't going to bring a lot of changes to the community project. They'd moved back to the garden and were spending today both planting new flowers in the very large lot space and tending to the ones that were already planted. Watering, seeding, mulching, and landscaping were all on the agenda for today.

There were various pieces of gardening equipment on a table near the lot and several seed packets for the flowers.

If it got too hot, Fraser wouldn't even mind if the workers used the hoses to their own advantage. Just don't spray him!

Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center [Monday]

[stayingfrosty.livejournal.com]

Captain John Price of the British SAS was rather pleased with himself. Sending a bunch of teens through bizarre training exercises helped him feel like a soldier again. Even if it was a soldier against zombies and other bizarre creatures. It gave him purpose, something he'd be sore to admit he'd been missing of late.

He still needed hobbies, though. Which was why today, after doing all his inventory work and shop upkeep, Captain John Price was going through a big grab-bag of old stamps and started sorting them.

That's right. He was taking up stamp collecting.

[ooc: Open post. The OCD went AWOL!]

MCA Lobby, [8/2]

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Cally's activit du jour was setting about plans for Nicky's birthday, since she'd now figured out exactly when it was, according to the Earth calendar. She had a little over two weeks. It'd be a small affair, probably not much beyond a few friends.

She wasn't the most social animal, these days. She was still guarding herself after all that had happened. And she didn't want to burden her friends with all that she'd gone through, either. It was rather a sad scenario. She didn't open up because she thought her friends wouldn't truly understand, and her friends didn't understand because she didn't open up.

But she was happy, at least happier than she was on the Galactica. Definitely happier than she was on New Caprica. Life was improving, things were looking up. She'd not even been bitten by a gremlin since coming back. That was definitely a good thing.

So, the landlady/super was behind the lobby counter/desk, in case anyone needed to rent a room or complain or chit-chat!

[ooc: Open and OCD free!]

T&C, Monday, 8/02

[living_endless]

Didi was still thoughtful at work today. It might have been -- stupid, arrogant, whatever, but she hadn't really realized how close she came to physically dying until Jono confronted her about it in the library.

She knew she was going to have to leave -- that was how the Death on Holiday thing worked. She even knew it would probably be soon. She hadn't let herself think about the people who'd stay behind.

She didn't have it in her to make much of a sign for the window today.

Squishy Flavors: Grape Judas, Orange Lazarus, Red

[OOC: Open.]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Whether Mini-Morton could actually feel displeased to be pressed into service at 'Dite's while Karla was once again off gallivanting in Kaeleer was a topic that could be debated. He was, however, doing a remarkable job of displaying that emotion.

'Dite's was open. Feel free to pop by and debate the existence of emotions in droids.

...Though not with Mini-Morton. He's just going to glower.

[No OCD today. Mod the shop!]

The Gig, Monday

[justlike_a_girl]

The doors to the barn were left open to air out the building, and the horses were chasing each other around the paddock. They looked like they were having fun, except for Bold, who was too dignified for this sort of thing.

And Dani? She was struggling to move a stack of hay bales, one at a time. It definitely did not look like she was having fun. The "Help Wanted" sign was still up, but today it was propped up by a hay bale.

[Open!]

Atlas Gym [8/2]

[lovethenubbins.livejournal.com]

Class had gone well again this week. The weekend had passed without turning plastic or people having dead relatives show up or Fandom throwing anything wacky at them.

All in all, Ashley was in a good mood.

Which was why she was texting Tesla and mocking him, saying she never knew he sparkled in the sun. He wasn't pleased.



[yeah, IDK. ocd free cause I'm lazy]

Book Haven, Monday

[notmyownage]

Claudia hadn't really done anything at all, this weekend, but she was still exhausted. She blamed stress.

Never mind that she had no good reason to be stressed right now. Well, at least no new reasons. The whole Joshua thing had been going on for so long now that she figured that being stressed about that should be her default mode.

Either way, she was here, flipping through some old comics and kind of wishing she had a TV so she could zone out to a B-movie marathon or something.

Book Haven was open and OCD free.

Stark Industries, Monday

[endsthegame]

To say that being back to human was a relief was a severe understatement.

Ender had been busy catching up for a few days now, but he still wasn't there yet. He set up his laptop in its usual position, clicked on to his inbox, and spent several hours just reading through emails sent from a great many places.

At least it kept him busy.

[[ open! but i am slowish today ]]

The Magic Box, Monday

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Alex could be found manning the Magic Box and looking up information on flying carpets found in literary titles.

Don't ask.

The Magic Box is open.

The Perk, Monday Evening

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders didn't actually spend all week on the island, but after losing an entire week to being stuck in Special Collections he felt like making up for some of the time. Maybe lounging at the Perk with a triple blended mocha and whipped cream wasn't the optimal use of his time, but sometimes you just couldn't turn down the lure of caffeine and chocolate.

And a muffin.

Feet hooked into the rungs of his chair, he was lounging, drumming the fingers of one hand idly on the tabletop as he hummed softly to himself.

The tune could be familiar, yeah.

[OOC: Open like a coffeeshop. Mmm, caffeine.]

Caritas; Monday Evening

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Chuck had become more aware that his days in Fandom were numbered, which meant he was going to try to annoy people in overtime. This made for a very stressful work day for Tino, who really didn't appreciate getting olives thrown at him every five minutes.