Atlas Gym | Monday

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Spinning was fun. Uh, not the bike kind, though John was certain that happened at some point on the trainers schedule. No, he was spinning at the front desk on a chair, testing out his balance and how his ears reacted.

Apparently this is what his life had come to.

[Gym open but OCD free as I am the lazy!]

Arms Hotel, Monday, 1/10

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Another Monday, another day at the Arms Hotel. And lucky Quinn got to deal with people calling to follow up from misplaced calls on Friday.

"No matter what the person you reached last week told you," she assured a woman who sounded a little hysterical, "we are not completely booked for an all-nude Scientologist retreat that weekend." She must have sounded convincing -- she talked the woman out of canceling her reservation, then she put a note in the file to upgrade her to a suite with free breakfast.

Ugh. Stupid phone mix-ups. Quinn was blaming her developing headache on that.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials: Moules a la Mariniere
Jalapeno-Cheddar Scones

Luke's Diner, January 10 (Monday)

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Don't ask why Lacey had taken a wild notion to thoroughly clean the cash register, right down to every little crevice between the keys. (In reality, she'd had a fairly vivid nightmare that involved adorable yet bitey plush bacteria squirming out from between the keys in giggling, gleeful hordes, and had woken up shrieking, then run straight for the disinfectant in her kitchen. She was not sharing this information with anyone, thank you.)

But that, at almost any point in the day you might choose to peek in, was exactly what she was doing in between serving customers and arguing with the kitchen staff that just because you had an allergy to shellfish it did not mean you were from Venus.

Yes, all day. Anything to purge the horrifying dream imagery from her brain, okay?

Today's Specials
Roasted Chicken with Artichokes and Olives
Roasted Tomato Soup
Potato and Kale Cakes

NOW HIRING - See Manager for Details
Thursday and Weekend Shifts Available

Luke's is open, and no, this doesn't count as money laundering. At all.

[OOC: OCD-free, and I blame divinesurfchick. For the shellfish thing anyway.]

Trooper Station; Monday [ 01/10 ].

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It still confused Angua how a week when the actually did have detainees in the cells produced less paperwork than the weeks when nothing happened at all.

"You do realize," Angua warned Ralph as she looked at her actually somewhat light In-Box, "that this only give me more evidence that you make half that paperwork up, right?"

Ralph just grinned. Sure, Angua couldn't see that he was smirking, but she could sure as hell smell it.

[[ open station is open! ]]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

After setting up Mini-Morton at the cash register to help anyone who came in, Karla went into the back room, her Craft supplies at hand. There hadn't been much in the way of useful information at the library that she could find--and Jono kind of had that avenue covered--and so Karla had decided to find out information the best way she knew how: a tangled web.

( Black Widow Craftiness )

She was abruptly thrown out of her vision as a surge of power flowed into the web and set it on fire. Before Karla could even react, the web was incinerated, leaving only charred remains of silk to float to the ground. Shuddering and unsure where that power had come from--it hadn't been hers--Karla vanished the wooden frame and headed back for the front room.

It would take awhile for her to tease out a coherent vision from the images she'd seen, but between those and the fire, Karla was going to be pretty damn shaken for the rest of her shift.

[OCD up. The images of the web are NFB, everything else is fine.]

The Perk | Afternoon | Monday | January 10

[therewaslife]

Bod didn't really know what to make of last night's radio broadcast. It had seem to be implied that he'd talked about a myriad of kinky things with Caroline and then seemed to get advice to go evil from the broadcaster. It was a lot for a mind like his to take in so, after his only class, he'd retreated to the warm confines of the Perk to get something to drink.

After ordering a hot chocolate, he'd found a table in a far corner to sit in and pulled his well worn copy of Robinson Crusoe out of his satchel. He hadn't read it in a few months and feeling like it would ground him more than anything else, he decided to rectify that.

Obviously, going evil wasn't on his agenda for today or probably ever. Well, at least he hoped it would never be something he decided to do. With the way things worked, he didn't want to rule anything out.

[Open post, of course]

Fixer-Uppers, Monday

[endsthegame]

It was Monday, and Ender... was not at the desk. At least not a lot of the time, unless he heard the door opening or closing. Jane had dug up some interesting design schematics yesterday for his laptop, to put in some upgrades, and most of his morning was spent with a soldering iron in his hand.

By the time they were a few hours into the afternoon and Ender had come back from Jaina's class, he was finished. He'd finally made it back to the front of the store, flicking through Ben's datapad of species from his home universe. For him, that practically qualified as downtime above and beyond the call of duty.

Nerd.

[[ open! ]]

Pixie Dust, Monday [1.10]

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The place was practically swarming with new kids, so Makita dug out Jenny's sign from last semester.
10% off for new students
Especially if you're dressed like a a git

Pixie Dust was open, and ready to serve. The shopgirl doesn't actually know what a 'git' is, but she can guess.

Book Haven, Monday

[notmyownage]

Another Monday, another day at the book store, messing about on her laptop.

Well, until she got pinged by a familiar person she hadn't spoken to or heard from in, like, six years.

Joshua's old physics professor was checking up on her. Claudia felt all warm and squishy inside. The guy'd always been pretty charming. It wasn't every college professor who bothered to pay attention to his student's ten year old sister. Even when the sister followed the student around like a puppy and had the ability to discuss the chemical compositions of various tools.

Book Haven was open -- if somewhat distracted.

Groovy Tunes, Monday

[furnaceface]

Jonothon's first shift at the Groovy Tunes on his new schedule, and he was almost distressingly distracted for it. It was one thing to suspect that there was something frightening going on with Raven. It was another thing entirely to be proven right.

Last night's dreams had been learning experiences, unto themselves.

Clearly, this meant that the only thing to do was to...

Play music. What the bloody hell else was there to do, at least until he could contact Karla and Professor Skywalker to tell them what had gone on?

[Open, and OCD-freeeee as usual!]

Caritas, Monday

[shagthis.livejournal.com]

Tonight, Jake was amusing himself by doing shots.

But not just shots of any old thing. He'd dragged out all the various kinds of fruity liqueurs and was doing a rainbow of shots.

Caritas was open, and in technicolour!

The Gig, Monday [1/10]

[justlike_a_girl]

It hadn't escaped Dani's notice that there had been a lot of strange things turning up at The Gig on her shifts over the past month and a half. There was the keg of draft beer, the phone calls from a reporter asking about her draft picks, and the errant case of draft guards. As she entered the stable, she was wondering what she would find today. Maybe a stack of rough draft documents? A boat hull with draft marks?

There didn't seem to be anything out of place in the barn when she stepped inside. The horses were all in their stalls, turning their heads and whinnying to remind her that they were hungry and waiting. It wasn't until Dani started parceling out portions of horse feed that she realized there was an additional horse. The extra turned out to be a Clydesdale -- a draft horse. He looked to be in pretty good shape, though he was in need of some grooming. "Did the beer truck leave you behind?" Dani asked as she patted the Clydesdale's nose.

[Open!]