Fixer-Uppers [Friday morning through lunch]

[momslilassassin]

It would be difficult to notice Ben immediately when you entered Fixer Uppers today--he was in the back looking for a very specific part for his astromech droid.

Fixer Uppers was open, if distracted.

We're driving up to NYC today, so SP is the word of the weekend day.

Fourth Dimension Fine Arts and Antiques, Friday, 10/8

[magdaofslovenia.livejournal.com]

Sophie was considering ideas for the set designs, as well as the make up for the play, while re-hanging a few paintings to give her inspiration.

She was also contemplating a trip to Boston soon, to see how everyone was doing. Tara really hadn't been forthcoming lately.

The gallery was open, there was tea and cider on the sideboard, and Tchaikovsky playing in the background.

[open and OCD freeeeee]

The Perk, Friday Morning

[apples-n-poetry.livejournal.com]

It... possibly said something about his priorities that he’d taken the time and care to actually exert some charm on the barista who served him, but Genesis was not particularly interested in earning the enmity of the people who provided him with good coffee.

Coffee in hand, he found a seat by the windows and made himself comfortable.

While there were—certain things he’d have to work out with regards to his play, at the moment he was rereading Loveless and could feel his fingers itching to write out another theory on what it could possibly all mean.

He lasted five minutes before pulling out a pen and a small pad of paper.

[Oooopen! I am so bored.]

Pixie Dust, Friday

[ashockingbitch]

There was quite a bit of cold weather gear on display at the store today, including skiing gear. Since Jenny didn't remember getting any of it in, she had to wonder if the store knew something she didn't. Most curious.

Pixie Dust? Open.

Atlas Gym | Friday

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

Over the last few months at the gym, John had come to realize this was so not his calling in life. Jumping around in front of a crowd, encouraging them to lift their knees higher as they bounced about in leotards was just not...cool.

After leading cardio funk, John had showered and set up at the desk, prepared to lie if anyone tried to recognize him from the class.

[OCD ran off in embarrassment]

The Park; Friday Afternoon [ 10/08 ].

[sake-shinigami.livejournal.com]

There was a large manila envelop on its way to Soul Society, full of paperwork slightly perfumed and pressed flowers, and so Shunsui figured it was time to celebrate his accomplishment.

By getting drunk and falling asleep in the park again.

Best. Celebration. Ever. After all, there might not be as many great days like this for getting drunk and falling asleep in the park left.

[[ open park is always open, yay! ]]

Things Reborn, Friday [10/8]

[chic-harper.livejournal.com]

It was starting to feel like sweater weather, so Harper went through the entire stock of vintage sweaters. She used the best-looking ones to dress the mannequins in the store window. The so-so ones were neatly folded and put out on a display table with a sale sign. And the worst-looking ones? Harper was unraveling them to use the yarn for something else. It was a good thing she brought her knitting needles.

Things Reborn was open!

[The OCD has been unraveled and will not be making an appearance.]

Covent Garden Flowers :: Friday, October 8

[auntie-vida.livejournal.com]

There was a blue canary in the shop this morning, sitting over by the outlet by the light switch, watching vigilantly over the flowers. Vida suspected it was because she'd been earwormed the night before and still hadn't been able to get rid of it. Finally she gave up fighting it and started to sing along with the canary's tweets.

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

Covent Garden Flowers was open and was your little glowing friend.

Covent Garden Flowers

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

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday [10/8]

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

There were a lot of things that Mary could have done today to keep busy, but she wanted none of them. It was nice to be able to sit back and relax. All of the paperwork could wait for another day. So could the missing coffee maker, since she still hadn't managed to catch Gunther long enough to ask.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Warm Pumpkin Salad with Polenta and Candied Pumpkin Seeds


[The OCD is leaving early for the weekend.]

Caritas: Friday Night

[redheadbabyvamp.livejournal.com]

Jessica was psyched that Bill had allowed her to stay in Fandom. She wasn't as excited about drinking Tru Blood again, however. "God, this sucks," she muttered, contemplating a bottle of B+. Tino took a sideways step away from her, turning up the collar of his shirt to better conceal his neck. Jessica rolled her eyes at him. "I bet you're not much better," she bitched.