Caritas- Saturday from 8:22 on

[throughaphase]

Kitty had no reason to participate in 3 Minute Dates, but she'd still shown up to handle the bar, and because it was really potentially entertaining. Of course, if anyone asked she'd probably say something like she wanted to make sure no one got so angry at a date that they did damage to the bar or something.

The bar was open for post-daters, spectators, and people who'd just wandered in on Saturday night, and your bartender was eying the puppy thing like she expected him to do something weird(er) at any moment.


[And here is your normal post! Tah daaaaah!]

The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani should have been mucking out stalls, but she was wearing a brand new pair of boots. And she felt she deserved at least one day of enjoying her brand new boots before worrying that she was messing them up. So for now, Dani tried to clean the stalls as best she could without actually stepping into the mess.

[Open!]

Fandom Island Gazette, Saturday

[all-the-news.livejournal.com]

The dog liked the sound of the press and nothing Carl could do or say stopped him from following along as Carl delivered papers, so a small pouch was fashioned that allowed the dog to hold the rolled papers as Carl delivered them.

'Buster' was now the official newsie for the Gazette.

Could his meals now be tax write-offs?

Buster was wearing his bag and running around the building, both because Carl couldn't actually catch him to take it off, and because Carl wasn't going to go looking into each of the upstairs rooms for him. Instead Carl was sitting at his desk, staring out the big window into the street, hoping for inspiration for a cover story. Was he really going to have to write a story on the visiting Parents last week? Really?


Maybe he should check the mail and see if anyone left him any hot tips...



[Open, if you don't mind SP, as I am currently enjoying post-surgery meds. That's also why there's no content today. Wheeeee, pills!]

The Devil's Nest, Saturday, October 6

[nookiepowered]

Bo was not fond of feeling stupid. Used to it, yes. Fond of it, no.

Which is why she was currently alternating between glaring at Tiny for not telling her he really had a sister, and glaring at Tiny for not telling her the phone number of the sister he really had.

"No, I will not take you to Africa in exchange for something I can get from Google."

Probably. Eventually. If she knew Tiny's last name. Or Tiny's first name. Or what universe he came from.