J,GoB, Monday Afternoon

[brat_inslayage]

Freaking finally-- two weeks ago was the last she'd heard from Portalocity about the state of the network in her dimension, but when Kennedy got the call yesterday that they were up and running she'd wasted no time booking that complimentary priority portal they promised her. Luckily it was a slow week, Slayage-wise. Nothing Willow couldn't handle if it came up-- which was about the gist of the pep talk Kennedy'd given her before leaving. Anyway, a couple of the Sunnydale vets (they called themselves, like they were Just That Qualified Already) were reasonably close to New York in case something came up.

Ergo portal, Fandom, visit, because she'd been itching to come back for weeks now. She barely waited until she'd stepped out onto the causeway to start making calls to friends; the last half year had done nothing to make her a more patient person, sadly.

And okay, maybe it had been a long time, or maybe it was the Slayer metabolism, or both, because she'd forgotten how hungry portal travel made her, so after checking into a hotel room (she was so making the most of this visit) she headed right for J,GoB and proceeded to order... oh, about two of everything. Hey, she figured that way she could share.

She was grinning as she leaned back in her chair by the window, scarfing a muffin in between gulps of coffee. Damn, she'd missed this place.

[[so, so open. feel free to mod a call/text if you want, or, you know, public place.

eta: it's probably worth noting, as a warning, that all threads contain at least some reference to kennedy's recent canon catchup, so there is mention of violence. also, kennedy's conversation with tara(for the sake of my brain let's say that one's last) contains in-depth discussion of death and is kind of heavy, so consider that a content warning.]]

The Perk, Monday Morning

[selfhelphero]

After the last few crazy weekends, Billy had thought he'd be prepared for anything that might get thrown at him. But when he woke up this morning and all the memories of this past weekend came flooding back - the eyeliner, the things he'd said to Topher, the things he'd done with Natalie - he realized how woefully unprepared he'd been. For the moment, he was seeking solace in a giant mug of hot chocolate and a muffin the size of his fist, and wondering if he could fix the things he'd done without having to actually look anyone in the eyes.

[Open if you're okay with daytime SP!]

The Park [all day]

[sith_happened]

Anakin had been off-island all weekend and hadn't realized that people hadn't been themselves for Saturday and Sunday. Granted, it was Anakin and so even if he'd known, he wouldn't have cared.

He was in the park now with Juliet and a NPC cameraman who'd brought far too many props.

Congratulations, Ethics students! It's time to take creepy, creepy pictures with your droid babies. In matching outfits. Because it's not a family photo if you aren't wearing matching outfits!

[OOC: Completely handwaveable for Ethics students, but taking photos with babies is always a bit of a parental nightmare. Embrace the insanity if you choose!]

Stark Industries, Monday

[endsthegame]

Ender had woken up that morning very early, a little bit dazed and with a largely blank spot where the weekend used to be. At the same time, he'd been accompanied by this sense that he needed some space to breathe, and so he'd gone about his schedule early, then taken a long walk, and finally opened up Stark's a full hour before he was due.

Tony and Ben dealt with themselves through tinkering; while Ender's mind wouldn't shut up the same way that theirs did, he could at least submerge himself in some of the bits and pieces of Formic research that were still coming in from the colonies.

Which he did, occasionally conversing with Jane along the way.

[[ open! ]]

Goodvalor's Little Bivoli- Monday

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

Annie was back at work and so, so glad to be herself today. Not singing, not a redhead, not a little girl, just regular, slightly-crazy Annie.

Though she was still humming and occasionally singing and really wished she could stop.

SPECIALS
THE SUN'LL COME OUT


[OCD-free!]

Pizza Planet [Monday afternoon]

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

It had taken way longer than Rory would have preferred to get out the door this morning. Between what had become Juliet's now-requisite clinging to her leg before she left and her own actual exhaustion, it was afternoon before she made it into town. And while she'd planned to meet Jaina for lunch anyway, it took way more effort to actually get into Pizza Planet and sit down than she would have liked. Plus it was getting to where sitting in booths was uncomfortable, too, though she still fit juuuuust barely.

While she waited, she sent Anakin a text promising to try and get one of those little aliens from the machine for Juliet and Vladdie. They could totally share, okay?

[waiting for one, but totally open omg! I go AFKish around 4:30 EST, though, so SP after that]

The Devil's Nest [Monday afternoon]

[unlimitedgoals.livejournal.com]

It was one of those Mondays that had Joan remembering how much fun it was to be twenty-two. While she still was only thirty young, her body was more inclined now to clue her into things she couldn't do anymore, such as enjoy three cocktails while watching terrible television without feeling it the next day.

She was still perfectly coiffed and made up, and it'd be hard to tell she was feeling under the weather, unless you were looking for it. But today, at least, she wasn't drinking at work. At least, nothing but water.

[open, though I go AFKish around 4:30 EST!]

Cafe Luke's, Monday

[gastronomistic]

It was the Monday after a weird weekend, which meant that it was time once again for Vincent to make some of the most fattening things he could think of a batch of comfort food.

Today's specials
Chicken-fried steak
Fried macaroni and cheese balls
Deep fried oreos

Cafe Luke's was a heart attack waiting to happen stealthily using olive oil open.

Magic Box, Monday.

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Surreal had gone over to open the Magic Box after class, and had happily settled back behind the counter with yet another book of magic-not-Craft. Psychic scents had gone utterly haywire this weekend, which had sent her into one of her more reclusive moods. Any Craft that made people change shapes-and-selves was out of her league as a Green and a non-Widow, and she wasn't stupid enough to hang around the dorms and find out what was causing it. It could have been Dorothea, and Surreal wasn't ready to take her on. Yet.

That would come after Kartane stopped breathing.

But things seemed normal enough now - for Fandom - that she was willing to open the shop. And possibly try mixing some of these potions listed in the book.

The Magic Box was open and OCD free!

Caritas, Monday

[shagthis.livejournal.com]

So Jake had woken up sometime in the midafternoon under a park bench, smelling vaguely of alcohol and shame. This in and of itself wasn't too unusual, so it had taken a few minutes for the events of the weekend to truly sink in.

So by the time he was supposed to open Caritas up for the evening, Jake was well and truly in a foul mood. And employing his favourite coping method: lots and lots of rum.

The Special Detective, really? Garrison Steele was so getting punched in the face next time Jake saw him.

Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Karla had woken up today with a miserable cough and the odd light headedness that usually heralded a fever. Making a face, she'd called in some of her throat syrup, heavily infused with poppies to help her sleep, and laid back down to rest. The last thing she remembered to do before unconsciousness claimed her again was send Mini-Morton off to 'Dite's to take over her shift.

See? Responsiblzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

[OCD-free and all method, baby, yeah.]