Cabot and Associates- Tuesday

[smartestone]

Hermione would do work at work again, really. It was just that she'd gotten today's issue of the Daily Prophet delivered by owl on her way out the door this morning, and immediately she realized that names in it were different than they should be. There was a different person writing this column than usual, or the Minister of Magic wasn't who he was supposed to be. It was maybe freaking her out.

So she'd get to her work today, but first she was taking notes of everything wrong in the paper, for research purposes.

Goodvalor's Little Bivoli- Tuesday

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For some reason it'd just been difficult for Annie to make it into work today. It wasn't that she was running late or anything, it'd just been... difficult somehow. And when she got in today, she took one look at the specials board and frowned.

SPECIALS
GOAT STEW

Once again, not asking. Always not asking.


[Thanks, dollpocalypse! Not chancing OCD today.]

The Perk [Monday morning]

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Being mostly unable to travel was, not to put too fine a point on it, a pain in the ass for Joan.

It wasn't like she'd particularly gotten used to the idea of portals yet, no, or this 'traveling through dimensions' thing. While it was all still new, she'd at least managed to get here just fine. But when Eric had left her a list of things to accomplish in Louisiana, and Joan had discovered that getting to his particular version of Shreveport would involve at least three layovers in Alaska, Timbuktu, and something involving an arena for the 72nd something-or-other games -- well, no thank you. She'd just figure out her phone, finally.

Half an hour into it, Joan had needed coffee desperately. And while she wasn't allowing any of her harriedness show in her features, it didn't change the fact that she was quietly chain-smoking and sipping something whipped and delicious and Italian in the coffee shop as she snapped on the phone. "I understand that, sir, but Mr. Northman simply will not settle for anything other than B-positive. No, sir, not AB-negative. I believe I was very clear in my request, and if you can't adhere to my Mr. Northman's understandably high standards, then I'm afraid I'll have to take our business elsewhere." A pause, and then, "Yes, that means the liquor supply for both bars as well. Yes, it would be quite difficult for most people to find another vendor at last minute notice, but I've already got a list of available -- oh, you've found a case of B-positive? What wonderful luck."

And with that taken care of, Joan was able to draw a neat line through Resupply both bars + E's TB stash. She was just going to sit here and eye her phone and smoke for a moment before tackling the next few items. Doing this in person was far easier.

[open omg!]

Outside the school gates [mid-morning]

[sith_happened]

It was a sad moment for Anakin to realize that the board of the missing was getting full enough that it needed another section to hold all of the names and photographs.

He built another section and put it next to the original ones, then glanced carefully at the information and added to it where he could. It was more than a little depressing to him that he recognized the vast majority of faces in the photographs.

[OOC: To bounce this back up to the top of the flist assuming the flist wil load.... Anakin's here to chat with, but please continue adding your information to the original post!]

The Boards, Tuesday, All Day

[furnaceface]

Jono had attempted to be productive, today. He'd made his way into town for a bit, checked outside the school gates for any more familiar names to show up. Allowed himself to breathe when he noticed that Emma had made it in safely. Exhaled like somebody had punched him in the gut when he noticed Dinah's name had gone up under the disappearances list.

Always that balance, wasn't there? Something good couldn't happen without something ten times proportionately worse sweeping in to laugh in your face.

He brought the cat down to the office with him for his shift today, along with a box of the files that he was going over for Rinoa. He'd alternate between beating his forehead against a computer monitor while he attempted to figure out the internet so that he could look into this, and actually getting something done sorting through Rinoa's paperwork. Even if it had nothing to do with the bigger problem at hand, at least it was some sort of progress that he could see.

The Boards were open, and Jono hadn't even bothered putting on music today.

[I shun OCD. I have a feeling LJ would shun it today if I tried, too.]

Book Haven | Tuesday

[nothornlessrose.livejournal.com]

It had been hard for her to leave the dorms, but Cassidy knew that she needed to do something or she might start screaming and not stop.

And so, she was at work, rearranging the same book display for the seventh time today. She had the feeling that if Millie knew what she was doing, the older woman would understand the need to keep her hands and her mind busy.


[[OOC: No OCD as I'm having a hard enough time getting LJ to be nice.]]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

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Normally, Mary tried to avoid phone calls from her friend Polly, the most popular beautician in Las Vegas. She was a really good friend, but Polly also loved to talk about stuff that was completely inappropriate and sometimes Mary didn't want to hear extremely graphic descriptions of Polly's sex life.

But after a few weeks of not hearing from her, Mary thought she'd call Polly to see what was up. When the number turned out to be disconnected, Mary called the front desk at the Montecito to see if someone could connect her to Polly at the spa. They had no idea who Polly was and tried to claim that the property didn't even have a spa.

"Okay, this is absurd," Mary told the person on the phone. "Can you just transfer me to Danny McCoy or Delinda Deline? They'll know who Polly is." Except that wasn't going to happen, because Danny and Delinda did not exist for the person on the phone. Mary was going to be on the phone for a while, calling everyone she knew in Vegas to see if they were still there.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Dumped by Portalocity? You're welcome to stay here!
Today's Specials
The Best Fried Chicken Ever
Chive and Parsley Mashed Potatoes
Chocolate Truffle Pie with Strawberries

[Open! The OCD has been traumatized by an image of a goat.]

The Perk, Tuesday Evening

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It wasn't tea that Myria had in front of her this time around. No, it was some sort of ground bean with hot water poured over it.

Not that she was going to touch it, of course. It was more to blend in with the humans of the island. Plus, it smelled. How these creatures could consume anything was beyond her. It all seemed rather messy.

She found herself tapping her fingers against the cup, watching out the window. The strange things a body found itself doing.

[[Open!]]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty had gotten to work early today, gone through the office, and then made a call to her ex-boss to get some answers on a couple questions since hey, it wasn't like she knew what she was doing here. And then the number she dialed got her some woman who'd never heard of a Dylan Maguire, and when called the bar, that number went somewhere else, too. So, by now whatever was happening seemingly had made it over to Kitty's corner of the multiverse. And maybe she was going to have to cave and contact the Professor. If he still existed.

She'd taken a little break before her shift to go put his name on the super-depressing board outside the school, and then come back, fully prepared to be nice and friendly and not depress any customers.

1/2 OFF
Just 1/2 off. Go with it

Your bartender was cleavagey and your drinks were cheap. Enjoy.

Portalocity Office, Fandom Branch, 13 Griffin Street Tuesday

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So. This was it. The last leg of the portal journey had been an...adventure...and Dugal had assured Trick that their journey had been expedited because they were employees. Trick could almost believe that part of their trip had been designed to remove any doubts about traveling several years into the future--after all, a trip to the Cambrian age, a steampunk London, and then lunch at some restaurant at the end of the universe tended to make anyone a believer. But now, Dugal had left him on this island with an address scrawled on notepaper and a few last minute instructions, most of which Trick hadn't really heard.

Now Trick was inside, trying not to be concerned with the fact that it was next to a weapon store, considering some of the vitriol he'd noticed on the Twitter feed yesterday. At least the office came furnished? Which was good, as he hadn't gotten a place to stay yet. The door opened into a waiting area, with places to sit and a line that led to a counter. There was even a little brass plate with his name on it mounted to the counter. How nice.

There went the idea of using a pseudonym.

Another door led to a medium-sized lounge where people waiting for their portals could relax for a bit, complete with couches, magazines, and even a small bookcase. That was...promising. It still lacked the copious amounts of alcohol Trick thought might be necessary to get through the next few days (for him and the guests, yes), but overall, it was a nice little setup.

But where were the boxes of complimentary holiday-themed snow globes he was supposed to be passing out? Dugal had been insistent on those being a major component of the "Portalocity Cares" program.

[Not yet open for business, but all visitors welcome!]