Luke's Diner, November 8 (Monday)

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Yes, Lacey was a proponent of talking to plants as a way of encouraging them to grow. No, it wasn't unusual for her to be spotted doing just that with the vegetables in the diner planters these days.

"Look at you, aren't you just a nice healthy bunch of spinach? All . . . robust, with shiny, shiny leaves . . . boy, I bet you're just chock full of chlorophyll and nutritious goodness, aren't you? And you -- I don't think I've seen lettuce that crisp and fresh in a long, long time. . . ."

Yes, she was petting the veggies. Shut up. Her life was kind of sad.

Today's Specials
Green Beans with Bacon and Chestnuts
Potato Gratin with Mushrooms and Gruyere
Cranberry and Wild Blueberry Pie

Luke's is open, and . . . yeah, the kitchen staff won't judge you for staring.

[OOC: The OCD is off trying to get three stars on all the Angry Birds Halloween levels for me. Dude, don't look at me; I don't even know about this post.]

Fixer-Uppers, Monday

[endsthegame]

For some reason, Ender was feeling restless - more restless than he usually did. Without the patience to keep himself seated and go through his emails, he found himself getting up and pacing, prodding at prototypes, flicking through old blueprints.

He needed a project to channel this sense of energy into, he concluded.

In the end, he sought out the old schematics for the desk he'd built for Ben a while back, and sent for the mouse droid he'd once gotten in return. Right. There had to be some way he could upgrade it - he might not have had Skywalker's instincts, but he certainly had the energy on his side to try, now.

[[ open! ]]

Turtle & Canary; Monday 8

[talks-backwards.livejournal.com]

Zatanna had a positively bad feeling about the whole 'I'm way too jumpy' sort of feeling she had been experiencing since the early morning. So once she opened the store, she tried to think about what could have changed from one day to another. At least everyone was on their right genders, if anything? But at the same time, she wasn't the only one feeling just a little too restless. Maybe someone/something/the island had casted a giant spell on everyone! By now Zatanna wasn't going to discard absurd things such as those, no.

After trying a couple of dispelling spells with no result, she decided that it just couldn't get worst, and that by the next day everything would be perfectly fin.

Way to jinx it, girl!

Squishy flavors today: Jumpy, Twitchy, Hmm-hmm, and Red

T&C is open!

Strokes of Genius; Monday 8

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Jane was blissfully unaware of the weird pollen thing going on. As with half the things that happened in Fandom, she tended to find out once they were over, and lucky her, so far, so good. So instead of running around with her panties in a bunch, she was quietly marveling herself with just how far technology had gone in terms of painting pretty things.

Strokes of Genius is open!

The Arms Hotel, Monday

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Once the feathers had been picked out of her hair and she'd enjoyed a nice hot shower, Quinn realized it was already time to go to work.

Things at the hotel were a little weird; Gunther was flirting outrageously with one maid, while another housekeeper kept making out with an electrician every time she thought no one would miss her.

Slaves to their hormones. Honestly. And, if she thought about it (which she wouldn't), Quinn was a little twitchy herself...

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's specials: Oysters Rockefeller
Chocolate Orgasm Bundt Cake
Free bottle of champagne at suite check-in.

Caritas, Monday

[shagthis.livejournal.com]

Jake hadn't actually noticed anything unusual was occuring- yet. Well, the cute cashier at the Perk hadn't just rolled her eyes when he'd flirted with her while getting his morning coffee, and had actually flirted back, but as far as Jake was concerned that was just her finally coming around.

As he came in to the bar he was greeted with an inexplicably smug looking Tino. "No," Jake held up a hand. "Don't even tell me. Not interested."

The Perk, Monday

[one-who-goes.livejournal.com]

For a longish jaunt to the past, this one hadn't gone too badly. It had been nice enough weather that Henry had been able to spend it camping in the meadow while Clare brought him food and sulked about the utter unfairness of French tutoring in the summer.

Still, it was good to be home. (And to be able to turn off that running water.) Once Henry got himself dressed and ready for work, he paused at a coffee shop on the way to the library. There was a certain luxurious heaviness to the fall air that made him want to linger in the out-of-doors. He thumbed through his book, deliberately taking his time with his coffee.

He'd get to work ... sometime.

[OOC: Open post, yep!]

The Magic Box, Monday

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Alex opened the store, a large cup of coffee in her hand. It wasn't so much that she needed the caffeine. She just liked the fact that the festive cups were back.

Settling in behind the counter, Alex decided to do a bit of inventory of the front displays. She'd get to the charms in a bit.

The Magic Box is open!

Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Karla was back at work after skipping the last two shifts. She'd left in such a hurry on Sunday, she hadn't told Mini-Morton to cover that first shift and she hadn't been capable of telling him last weekend after she'd unexpectedly turned into an Arcerian cat.

Two weeks was apparently enough to make her view the shop with new eyes. Everything seemed so much more...intriguing, today. The kind of low-level twitchiness she'd woken up with this morning had sharpened when she came into the store. Everywhere she looked, there was something to do with love and desire and sex and, strangely, that's pretty much where Karla's thoughts had been trending all day.

Probably an after effect of being person-shaped again.

Karla decided that she would spend the day dusting the merchandise. Slowly. Languidly. With a renewed interest in everything. She just wished that she didn't need so much time to rest between displays and all the jumpy energy she was feeling translated into real energy as well.

The Fourth Dimension, Monday

[nohaircutsplz]

Medusalith was in a mood. The sort of mood that, back in Attilan, would have resulted in everyone treading very cautiously around her and her mother suggesting that perhaps she should go visit Blackagar, the subtext being 'before you start tossing breakables and/or make a servant cry.' She suspected it was attributable to the amount of kissing that had happened recently, and her realization that if she wanted things to happen without horrible death and property damage, she might have to resign herself to losing the use of her hair for the duration. That was just depressing. She'd sooner cut off an arm. On the other hand...well, yes. On the other hand.

This was a problem that would require some thought.

She was in no state of mind whatsoever to think about art, and her hair was kind of...unfortunately twitchy, but she was here.

The Gig, Monday [11/8]

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani wasn't sure what had come over her, but today seemed like a great day to go horseback riding. In fact, as Dani got Duke tacked up and climbed into the saddle, she realized that it had been too long since she'd taken him out on a gallop.

The Gig was open, but you'd better hurry if you want to catch Dani before she rides off into the sunset.

Book Haven, Monday

[notmyownage]

There was plenty of . . . exciting material in different forms in Book Haven, especially when one was in the mood Claudia was in. There were romantic mysteries, gothic romances, romantic thrillers, and, of course, traditional romance novels in droves, though some required more imagination than others.

So, naturally, Claudia was perched behind the counter, face buried in --

"Oooo, yeah, that's good. . . ."

-- a website on hacking complex, encrypted firewalls.

Don't you judge.

[ooc: Book Haven is open, for any of your varied reading material needs.]

Pixie Dust, Monday

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If there was something different today, Makita wasn't noticing. She was always filled with restless energy, throwing herself from one task to the next. Pretty much anyone still living in Bahamut would just grin, spread their hands helplessly, and tell you that was Makinoshka for you. Worse than her Papa, that one, may the One God rest his soul.

Today, that core of energy was being transferred into re-arranging the store display with coats and hats and mittens, and scarves. Bright, beautiful scarves, with lots of colors.

Pixie Dust was open, and ready for the encroaching winter.