The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening

[icecoldfrost]

It was Emma's first night at work, and so she was posted at the coat check; taking covers, checking IDs and being a lovely hostess. Tiny was keeping an eye on her from the bar, in case anyone gave her a problem, but Emma didn't anticipate anything truly vexing on a Tuesday night.

The music was pumping and the lights were low. The Devil's Nest was open.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday [3/8]

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary was sitting at the front desk when Gunther turned up wearing tons of Mardis Gras beads. When she asked about how and where he got them, Gunther pretended to throw a pair of beads at her. Mary was about to tell him where he could keep his beads when she noticed that it was a little tough to speak up when she had a beak instead of lips.

Yes, she'd turned into a blue-footed booby again. While she clumsily wobbled around on her webbed feet, Gunther fled for the kitchen. He was not getting blamed for this one.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials
Beignets
Oeufs Au Plat with Green Onion, Sausage and Shrimp Gravy


[Open! The OCD took off to watch a parade.]

Turtle & Canary, Tuesday

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

George was nowhere to be found today. Apu would be happy to serve you, especially since he was a way better employee than that surly blonde girl.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Red, Red, and Red

(I feel like shit, so please mod Apu)

Pixie Dust; Tuesday [ 03/08 ].

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Ariel wasn't sure yet if she was having any guests visiting this weekend or not. At most, Scuttle might fly in for a bit, which was always fun, but she doubted Sebastian would want to ever return again after last time's scuffle with that chef guy at the hotel. He'd only be here if her father made him go. It wasn't really feasible for him or her sisters or Flounder to visit, either, unless they spent all their time at the docks. Maybe she should just go home and visit them, but she wouldn't want to miss out on meeting any guests her friends might have! Like maybe Rinoa's dad; she couldn't help being curious about him. Or someone else from Chuck's (and Ellie's!) family, or even that friend he mentioned, Morgan. She'd hate to miss that!

So there was a perfectly good reason why Ariel was collecting a pile of discarded possible new outfits for the weekend instead of spending time behind the counter. After all, she had to look nice if she met anyone new! Dress to impress! She probably should be working or at least starting to put some of the clothes away, but this was a quest and it was important! And with so much to choose from, it was a good thing she'd be here for a while...

Pixie Dust is open!

The Graveyard | Evening | Tuesday | March 8

[therewaslife]

It seemed that Bod was spending more time in town than in the dorms this week. He didn't exactly know why but it felt right. Despite it being crisp and cool, Bod felt refreshed and comforted when he stepped into the familiar confines of the graveyard. He knew many of the headstones by heart now, could close his eyes and recite the epitaphs quietly before opening them and saying hello to the person buried there.

Bod remembered that it had been a night similar to this when the ghosts had danced the Macabray. He remembered the singing and the dancing, he remembered the Lady on the Grey and the way everything seemed to spark to a different kind of life back then.

Eyes closed, Bod breathed in the cool air and let those memories fill him up. Sometimes, he did think about good things. Sometimes.

[Post is open if anyone's near the graveyard, of course]

Fast Eddie's | Evening | Tuesday | March 8

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

There was absolutely nothing wrong with liking bowling. Nathan would argue that to his grave with anyone that tried to oppose him. Bowling was a sport which meant exercise but it was exercise that gave you access to drinks and food. Therefore, it was the perfect fucking sport.

Nathan really didn't care that he wasn't a great bowler. Sometimes it was just nice to throw a big fucking ball down at some pins like you had some super physical strength or something. And, in between shots, he could go eat the nachos on the table behind his lanes and check to make sure his phone hadn't been swiped by some bloke with greasy hands. Look, he was a little wary of that one getting ruined too. It was worth more than his fucking life (and maybe he was hoping for a call from his mum about this weekend; he'd gotten nothing yet).

Stepping up to the lanes, Nathan gave the ball a little lick (it was like a good luck gesture) and gave it a toss down the line. Ten pins up, seven down and Nathan was calling that a victory. That meant more nachos before taking his next shot.

[And yes, open here! I'm just entertaining myself and it's cold.]

Caritas [Tuesday evening]

[canadianpopstar.livejournal.com]

Robin definitely wasn't annoyed that the other bar in town had finally found new ownership and might be stealing away customers. Nope. Not at all.

Whatever, gave her more time to flick straw wrappers into glasses, okay?

[no one here forgot about posting due to being horrified at new canon, no.]