The Fourth Dimension, Monday

[nohaircutsplz]

Medusalith had a job. For money. Selling art to humans--no, people. Some of them might not be human.

Though her English was somehow impeccable, there were still several concepts going on here that were completely alien to her. Punctuality, though, she understood perfectly, so Monday found her at the gallery, attempting to wrap her head around the rest of it. She kept falling into a sort of vicious cycle where she got so absorbed in trying to figure out the cash register machine thing that she forgot to keep her hair still and it began moving in little distracted tendrils, some of which experimentally pecked at the keys. When she realized what was happening, she would stop it, but when she focused to quiet her hair she forgot everything she'd just learned.

This could be problematic.

The gallery was open.

The Beach, Monday Evening – Zack's Birthday Party!

[intraspective]

It was probably bad form of her to skip out a bit early from the clinic all things considered but she'd done everything she could and the nurses could take care of the rest and so really there wasn't much of a point in her sticking around.

Besides, Ino had to admit that she was far more focused today on Zack and Zack's birthday.

Which was as it should be, right? Totally right!

Karla, being awesome, had handled the delivery of certain items and had gotten a great deal of the decorations and things set up by the time Ino showed up.

Which meant that Ino so owed Karla.

A streamer was up, in tidy block letters proclaiming:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZACK!

And there was a great deal of food, both vegetarian and not, and drinks and all-in-all, she could only think that it'd be totally a good party. Well, she'd hope so anyway. It was the people that'd make the party awesome.

[Wait for the OCD, please! OCD is up and the party is ready to go! Up early for great SP justice! Karla totally modded with permission!]

The Arms Hotel, Monday, 9/13

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Before her first day of work, Quinn dropped off a student council candidate form at the dean's office. She missed being in charge of things, and even if cheerleading eventually came together in Fandom, she had a feeling Celibacy Club wouldn't, what with everybody being a heathen and everything. So: Student Council. It wasn't just for geeks anymore.

After she greeted Gunther and established the specials, she sat behind the counter, working on a campaign flier and watching for any guests who might need her assistance.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Chinese Chicken Salad
Ginger Peach Ice Cream Pie

Luke's Diner, 9/13 (Monday)

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Lacey had been nattering on to the staff for a while now about a hundred little initiatives they could all take to be more environmentally conscious around the diner: CFL lightbulbs, more ecofriendly soaps and cleaning supplies, installing timers on the lighting, being careful about how often they opened the fridge, yadda yadda yadda.

She'd ordered the soaps and cleaning supplies over the weekend, come in this morning with a bag of CFL lightbulbs to tackle the kitchen and supply room lighting installations, and -- discovered that the walls had somehow sprouted wall planters of spinach and broccoli overnight.

"Boy, when I said I wanted to go green, this isn't exactly what I had in mind."

Today's Specials
Cobb Salad (with or without bacon)
Spinach and Mushroom Omelette
Penne with Hazelnut Gremolata and Roasted Broccoli

NOW HIRING - SEE MANAGER FOR DETAILS

Luke's is not a greenhouse, but it's open.

Pixie Dust, Monday

[gorka-wolf.livejournal.com]

Fall meant a new shipment of clothes that needed sorting and pricing. Sweaters, pants, coats... Makita was practically agog at all the coats. The colors! And some of them were completely impractical for staying warm or dry!

Transnat fashion was still strange, but Makita could enjoy trying on the various coats and giggling as she twirled in front of the mirror. The NOW HIRING sign was up in the window, and if people came in, she'd help, but for now she was enjoying playing with the new inventory.

[I deny thee, OCD!]

Trooper Station; Monday [ 09/13 ].

[colourfulscents.livejournal.com]

Angua was being...careful. Very careful.

There was, of course, the usual stacks of paperwork waiting for her at her desk, but she was being incredibly delicate with them as she processed them and sent them from one box to the other. There weren't nearly enough there this morning to bury her again, but one could never tell. She just knew that she wanted to avoid a repeat of last week's incident at all costs.

So we had a very dainty Angua today, which meant a very preoccupied one, since dainty did not exactly come natural to her at all.


[[ open station is open ]]

Stark Industries, Monday

[endsthegame]

Ender was still lost in his own thoughts, courtesy of yesterday's email. He buried it by avoiding his email entirely, choosing instead to poke fiendishly at some blue prints for a new satellite Stark was working on.

He made some adjustments, and a few corrections, but engineering had never been his main field; most of it was sound.

Still, it kept him busy, and that was all that mattered.

[[ open! ]]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Sleep and food had put Karla into a much better mood than she'd fallen asleep in last night. Overall, the whole trip to Glacia was a success: she'd proven her identity as both alive and their future Queen and had given people hope for the future. Stacked against that, one snarly male them all nearly getting caught could barely compete.

Humming a little, Karla sat behind the counter, making up to-do lists for Zack's party later on and hoping that coming home safely would negate anyone being mad at her for leaving so abruptly.

Hey, a girl could dream, right?

The Gig, Monday [9/13]

[justlike_a_girl]

There were hay bales that needed to be moved from the barn entrance to the hay loft. Dani wouldn't say that she was afraid of hard work, but she was trying to muster up the energy to do the work. She'd much rather stay in the office with her magazine and catch up on celebrity gossip.

The Gig was open and the "Help Wanted" sign was still up.

The Park; Monday Afternoon [ 09/13 ].

[sake-shinigami.livejournal.com]

Shunsui hadn't done this in a while, and he felt that it was a little overdue.

After all, what a wonderful, perfect day for spending the morning drinking and then going to the park and falling asleep on a nice field of soft grass. One had to enjoy these peaceful moments while they could.


[[ open for all your parkly or drunk guy sleeping in the park needs! My plans got canceled and I really haven't had him doing this enough ]]

Strokes of Genius; Monday 13

[likexmasmorning.livejournal.com]

Jane had managed to get a new employee, and now she wanted more. Because the store could still use some extra hands, really. Since she didn't feel like doing inventory for the hundredth time, Jane was back at the sketches of the mansion, wondering if she should paint the walls light blue or dark blue. Or maybe something more on the other side of the spectrum? There was paint and brushes involved as she tried to keep herself clean. It might be hard, though.

She had, of course, put the sign out there:

Strokes of Genius is Hiring!
Interested parties contact Jane Smith,
please inquire within
♥♥♥♥♥

If it hand worked for Shunsui, Jane was totally trying to hearts.

Strokes of Genius is open!

Caritas, Monday

[shagthis.livejournal.com]

"What do you mean, what do I mean, which one?" Jake demanded of Tino. "We have like three hundred kinds of- why are you snickering?"

Tino just shrugged.

Jake scowled. "Yeah, yeah, trees are in the garden. I get it. Shaddap."

Caritas was open.

The Park [Monday early evening]

[canadianpopstar.livejournal.com]

While Robin had managed to quit smoking cigarettes (...mostly), she still had the craving for the occasional cigar. Sadly, though, one of the downsides of marriage -- and cohabitation, for that matter -- was that she sort of felt guilty leaving cigar butts around for Benton to find.

Plus, she was sure that one of these days he was going to bust out a whole bunch of DARE gear, or McGruff the Crime Dog or something, to tell her about the dangers of smoking.

So, tonight she had taken three of the dogs for a walk around the park as she enjoyed her cigar. She let the dogs off their leashes as she sat on a picnic table, smoking, and let them play where they were. It'd be too cold for this kind of thing, soon enough (or at least cold enough that she'd get funny looks, Canadian or no), so she was going to enjoy it while she could.

[Robin's here to run into one in particular, but open park is open!]