The Gig: Thursday [1-6-11]

[elephantgadget.livejournal.com]

It was Thursday, so everyone knew where Helen could be found. Except for that brief time when she was at class.

Book Haven: Thursday [1-6-11]

[livingasheth.livejournal.com]

Book Haven was open with a big HELP WANTED sign in the window.

Anyone interested in a job could find Millie either magically shelving new books or perhaps curled up somewhere with one that looked particularly interesting.

Trooper Station, Thursday

[solesofmyfeet.livejournal.com]

It wasn't terribly often there was anyone in the cells of the station. So, coming in to find what polite company would call a garishly gentleman and a lady of negotiable affections was interesting at the very least.

After a nice, leisurely cup of coffee as he read over Angua's report on the matter, he asked Ralph to make sure the pair hadn't murdered each other yet.

That would just be extra paperwork.

The Graveyard, Thursday Before Classes

[pyromanyac.livejournal.com]

So she wasn't sleeping there anymore.

That was no reason not to visit the place. She actually liked the quiet and peace of the graveyard. It was a good place to not care about her situation and actually manage some inner peace. Some, at least. And hey, even to accept she might have a chance at having a life, if she ever managed to man up and explore the mainland. She was going to, really, but not just yet.

Leaning on a gravestone, Charlie considered smoking a cigarette for a moment, until she realized she had none on her, of course. It would probably look bad if she smoked on a graveyard anyway, she wasn't sure of who it worked. Was it the same than being in a church? About then she realized that, indeed, she had been leaning over the gravestone of a dead guy, which prompted to jump to the side, perhaps freaking out a bit more than necessary.

"Sorry", mumbled at the gravestone, fully aware of just how stupid she sounded. Good thing she was alone there.

[Open Graveyard for your early Charlie or...graveyard-y needs.]

Strokes of Genius: Thursday [1/6/2011]

[onlymistaken]

Cally had managed to order/threaten/cajole/beg Nana into going back to the dorm and staying there after their walk this morning, so Strokes of Genius was dog-free on a Thursday, for a change.

Except for the Puppy Qee that Cally had dragged out of the sale bin and was currently painting. She'd started out trying for a Saint Bernard, but the ears would never be right, so instead it was on its way to being a puppy with green fur, glowing eyes and felt wings, wearing a Fandom High sweatshirt.

She felt that was fairly representative of the range of diversity in the student body. Plus, bored and left alone with art supplies.

Strokes of Genius was open and smelled of paint.

Nast Sporting Goods, Thursday [1/6]

[mathletenomore.livejournal.com]

Lindsay decided to keep her usual Thursday hours at the store even though she had a class this semester on this day. Since it was an early class, it still worked out pretty well. There was a lot to do today, too, since she had not been here in a few weeks. That meant some extra inventory to stock. She didn't mind.

The store was open for all sporting good needs.

[no ocd!]

Magic Box, Thursday, 1/06

[life_inshadow]

The shop seemed to be in decent shape, and Tara was in a low-key mood. She lit some incense and polished a display of crystals before curling up behind the counter with a goofy novel.

[OOC: Open shop, I just fail at creative!]

Arms Hotel Lobby, Thursday [1/6]

[awesomebigsis.livejournal.com]

Ellie was still sleepy when she arrived at the hotel. She actually contemplated taking a nap on one of the lobby couches. That likely would not go over very well, and she didn't really feel like dealing with a grumpy Gunther if she could help it. She settled for coffee to stay awake instead.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Bacon Jack and Jalapeno Quesadillas

[ocd free today]

Things Reborn, Thursday

[notagoodslayer.livejournal.com]

Once the festivities were gone, you could be sure Faith would be there, working, or at least scowling at the stands while she pretended she worked. The store had a nice -read absolutely unbearable- unsused air when she entered, and after a quick sweep...it still felt like it had been closed for a century or so.

"Must be all this old crap", muttered, but otherwise didn't do much besides opening the door and trying to get comfortable behind the counter. She should had picked the teaching gig again.

Things Reborn is open!

[And OCD free]

Caritas; Thursday Evening

[wehateyouplzdie.livejournal.com]

Wallace was on his laptop during his Caritas shift today, trying to figure out how to get some dry ice for the bar. Dry ice was awesome. Could you drink it? Would you die if you did?

Eh, whatever, you'd die looking awesome.