Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice was restless. She couldn't seem to settle on any particular music, so she had grabbed a handful of CDs entirely at random and was switching between them as the mood struck.

She had a pen, and she had paper; she was doing her utmost to write to Leto. She couldn't send it. Not yet. But perhaps writing it would at least make her feel closer to him, in some manner.

That would require actually finding words, to-day. She was, instead, writing out Dearest Leto, staring at the paper, scribbling it out and tossing it aside. There was too much to say and she had no idea where to begin.

Typically, she began by taking a fresh sheet of paper, scrawling Dearest Leto, across it, giving it a very bleak look for several minutes, and then crumpling it up and to join the others. So she was not having considerable success, just yet.

(open/ocd-free)

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary would rather be out on the beach today, but she wasn't confident enough in Gunther's abilities to handle all of her paperwork. So she was indoors and at the front desk, working through mountains of paperwork and trying not to think of the beaches that she could have visited. There was always tomorrow for that.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Specials
Risotto with Tuscan Kale and Toasted Pumpkin Seeds
Lemon Pie with Blueberry Topping

Pixie Dust; Tuesday [ 06/21 ].

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Ariel was absolutely ecstatic. A shipment of new accessories and dresses and such had come in and they were all right up her alley. She was half tempted to covet them all for herself, but, with the impression that perhaps seashells could be hot this season, she happily did some rearranging around the store to put them out front and center.

The floofy dress was so totally hers, though. And, even better, she found some matching shoes to go with it.

This made it a very good day.

Pixie Dust is open!

Caritas [Tuesday evening]

[canadianpopstar.livejournal.com]

Tino was finally seeking revenge on Robin. When she came in tonight, he'd already prepped the zombies for her. They started out with just normal, 80s sounding music.

Robin only started to worry when they started playing Tiffany.

When they finally launched into Let's Go to the Mall -- which they would be playing on a loop for the rest of the night -- Robin actually broke the rule she'd been obeying for so long: she tried to punch Tino.

And when she wandered in from outside again, she certainly didn't seem to be in the mood to talk to much of anyone.

[cranky bartender is cranky, i'm around spottily. :D]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was running a little late tonight, after a trip to the Atlantian equivalent of a spa. Being here was a once in a lifetime chance, and she was going to make the most of it, darn it.

Tiny was easily amused by the shiny ball she'd gotten for him at the market as a bribe, and Devil's Nest was open.

[OOC: OCD freeeeeeeeeee tonight, sorry for late.]