Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Sunday

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

Since he had access to the shooting range, Coulson made sure to get to work a little early today and continue getting back to form there before his shift started. But once it was time for the shop to officially open, Coulson made his way out to the main area and unlocked the door for anyone who might be looking for arms to not purchase or the chance to reach enlightenment via Man vs Food on Netflix.

It would be a near-religious experience. Probably a shady religion that clearly wasn't good for you. But still.

The Gig, Sunday

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

When Firekeeper and Blind Seer arrived at the Gig for their usual shift, they stepped into the barn only to be confronted by a pair of extremely angry young calves.

At least, Firekeeper was going to interpret their insistent moo-ing as anger. The creatures were very young, too young to really be truly coherent. But their actions definitely seemed to convey displeasure.

Firekeeper sighed and went to go get a bucket of water. She really hadn't the faintest clue what would make a baby cow happy, but if she could just get them to quiet down, that would be enough for now.

[ooc: The Gig is open, angry calves and all!]

Demon Marcus, Sunday, All Day

[myownface]

Yeah, holding down a job in a posh clothing store owned by the daughter of the ruler of Hell was still not something that Sparkle ever figured he'd be able to someday put on his resume. All truth told, Sparkle had never really figured he'd have a resume. Even now, wearing some pretty classy clothes with his hair done nice and his face scrubbed clean, he half-figured that his adult years were going to be spent, like, breaking rocks or something.

... People didn't still break rocks in full-blown adult prison, did they? God, he'd get so much crap under his nails doing that.

In fact, just thinking about it, Sparkle kind of needed to do his nails, right there at the counter. It was a totally productive use of his time at work, and screw you if you didn't like it.

[Open just as soon as I get some wee OCD up!]

McCoppin Scrap, Sunday, All Day

[drinks_coffeezilla]

Spare tires.

How in the world did an island with no cars have a scrapyard that had managed to amass so many spare tires?

Dean could work with them, sure. After all, he'd seen some pretty amazing art made out of just scrap rubber and this meant that it would be a long while before he'd run out of materials to work with, but he was still pretty baffled as he sat down and worked on some sketches, to see if maybe he could come up with some sort of... rubber monument to the mighty... teal deer, or gremlin, or... furry... fish...

Actual inspiration for an impressive art piece didn't strike until the Alot of Spare Tires wandered through the lot, ate a few of the tires, and then curled up and nested near the front gate. Perfect.

[Open after some OCD!]

The Devil's Nest- Sunday

[inaskinnyway.livejournal.com]

Tiny was furiously texting at the bar, but Susan, who wouldn't be caught dead doing such a thing, was largely ignoring him in favor of an actual book during down time. It was as if she was trying to combat the possibility of bad spelling and grammar in her own way.

Of course, she hadn't known he'd be texting when she showed up, but "I brought a book by coincidence" wasn't very interesting.

The Devil's Nest was open.

Caritas, Sunday Evening

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

After spending half an hour talking the zombies down from protesting the season finale of their favorite show--not that Guy could blame them. Closet nerds for life, yo--he was finally behind the bar.

He'd already pre-ordered the season on DVD, so he could survive way better than the zombie band, after all.

Drink Special
Ginger Sour