MHA Lobby | Tuesday | November 2

[flipped-god-off.livejournal.com]

The new month meant Loki had to collect rent and had to get all the accounting for that squared away. It meant math and organization and attention to detail and it meant Loki really fucking hated his life. The only good thing was that payday for him would be soon and he could blow his money on something frivolous.

For now, he was surrounded by paper, pen in hand and looking like he'd rather be chewing glass than working.

Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

[furnaceface]

Kittens, Jonothon was learning, were a handful. After his usual Tuesday trek to haul his guitar equipment, his cat supplies, and Joni to the Groovy Tunes, he'd set her down and had started almost immediately setting up his amp and so on.

It took Joni all of two seconds to find a mostly emptied box that had come in with last week's shipments, make her way inside, and then curl up and fall asleep.

It took Jono about an hour of panicking and searching the shop from top to bottom before he managed to locate her again, purring and oblivious to the concern that she'd caused.

The Groovy Tunes is open, and somehow, a paranoid Jonothon is managing to play his guitar with a kitten in his lap as well.

[OCD-free, as always, and I'll pick up tags when I get home from class.]

'Dite's Decadent Delights, Tuesday afternoon

[trigons_child]

The store was quiet and still, but open. Raven was there, just hidden on the floor behind the counter, sitting and meditating. She wouldn't ignore anyone who came in to the shop, though. Maybe.

The Graveyard | Morning | Tuesday | November 2

[therewaslife]

Bod had returned from the mainland early that morning. He hadn't even gone back to his room before detouring to the graveyard. The realization that he hadn't been there in awhile came during a sleepless birthday night. He stared at the top of his tent and, when that had gotten boring, had gone outside and sat in the chilly darkness.

Now, he was here and feeling a little better. The sleepiness would catch up later but for now, he was just calm. Mellow. He couldn't say content because he was far from it but he wasn't awful. The gravestones hadn't changed since his last visit which made grounding himself in the familiarity a little easier.

He closed his eyes and went from tombstone to tombstone, quietly reciting the epitaphs to himself from memory. Most he got right, some he didn't. He promised himself that next time, he'd get them all right.

The bag on his back got dropped into the dewy morning grass and Bod sat on top of it, elbows on his knees. Maybe he could get settled and composed before going back to his room. He hoped so anyway.

[The post is open if you're one to haunt the graveyard]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday [11/2]

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

For reasons beyond Mary's comprehension, the lobby vending machines were only dispensing toothbrushes and toothpaste. It seemed a little cruel when people were expecting candy and sodas, but she hoped that putting a big bowl of candy up at the front desk would prevent any complaints.

Today's Special
Zucchini Bacon Fritters with Bacon-Mayo Dipping Sauce

[Open! The OCD is stuck on the phone listening to robocalls.]

Luke's Diner [Tuesday, November 2nd]

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

Sookie was still somewhat lethargic and wary of herself, after the ordeal in Agio. So when she meandered into work, her goal was both ease, and comfort.

Plus, you know, salad was always a smart plan, these days, what with the...planters.

Today's Specials
Autumn Farmer's Market Salad
Pumpkin Cake

[OCD ran away with the spoon omg.]

Pixie Dust; Tuesday [ 11/02].

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Now that she had a promising reward to strive for, Ariel was much more accepting of the idea of practicing her saxophone more. So much so that, not only did she work on her playing for the promised twenty minutes yesterday, but she also brought it with her to work today to practice in between customers.

Which meant she was getting a lot more playing than she'd expected; the sound that might have been like something being tortured into squealing and squawking was probably keeping most people away. Except maybe a few of the Troopers, who she wound up setting up with some super-cute leggings and shoes.

Pixie Dust is open!

Caritas [Tuesday]

[canadianpopstar.livejournal.com]

While nearly all the bartenders found the time to do inventory on their more boring shifts, Robin still somehow managed to find dusty beer bottles from time to time.

So tonight found her checking for old beer cans, old bottles, and moldy maraschino cherries throughout the bar. Tino certainly wasn't going to clean anything.

[but speaking of Tino, I have no brain for bar tonight. Mod him pls.]