Devil's Nest, Monday, 12/03

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was up and down at the bar a lot today. It happened, when you magically became 13 years old for most of a week and had no idea what email was, let alone that if you didn't check it regularly you fell hopelessly behind. He'd put out the worst fires over the weekend, but there was still inventory to check, paperwork to retrieve, phone calls to make...

By lunchtime, he'd amassed three miniature decks of playing cards, two matchbox cars, a teensy wooden moose, and an elastic bracelet made of crimson beads.

Tiny and the DJ might get part of their salary for the week in trinkets.

[OOC: Open bar, no OCD.]

Magic Box, Monday.

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Surreal had a book of seasonal spells out on the counter - an actual repository, not one of the cutesy ones that publishers put out for the 'New Age' types this time of year - and was using it to create new displays. Dried, ground, and fresh ivy and holly and other seasonal ingredients populated some of the shelves up front, while new candles and chalices went in the front window.

The Magic Box was open, but please don't taste-test the ingredients or Surreal will laugh before she calls the Clinic.



[The OCD is banished & post is open.]

Stark Industries [all day]

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

If you think Cade opening the drawers and finding little presents each time would have gotten old by now, you'd be wrong.

He had a growing pile on the counter and kept walking around the store looking into little crevices to find small candies and toys. If you asked very nicely, Cade...would laugh at you for thinking he'd share and tell you to go find your own.

Stark Industries was open, and very, very selfish.

The Perk | Monday Evening

[robinonadderall]

Stiles wasn't even surprised to find that he had been only gone for a day despite the fact that he had taken a few extra days in Beacon Hills to recover from, you know, wolfsbane poisoning, being held at gunpoint and getting paralyzed for the second time. He was good, very good, at compartmentalizing things and moving on with life, but it was becoming harder to do when it seemed like everything was building up to something that couldn't possibly be good things for the people he cared about. At least Fandom was a nice reprieve from the never ending flow of emotional trauma that Beacon Hills provided. For now, anyway. With Stiles' luck that will get wrecked soon enough.

He stopped into the Perk after the the portal dumped him off at the causeway, deciding he needed caffeine before he went back to his dorm and catch up on the homework he knew he had been  slacking on since this kanima stuff got even more serious. He got a peppermint mocha (pointedly not making eye contact with the barista that groped him during SOW) and picked a clean table that he could sit at. And rest his head on. Ugh, life sucked.

[Totes open]

Efferton Manor, Monday afternoon

[one-for-vanity.livejournal.com]

After an absence from Fandom of a week or so, during which he went home to Pierrefonds to put his affairs in order, M. du Vallon de Bracieaux de Pierrefonds -- no, make that M. du Vallon de Bracieaux de Pierrefonds d'Efferton -- stood and looked at his new purchase. When he'd asked for the largest, most elegant estate on the island, he hadn't expected it to be in such... disrepair. He was beginning to understand what the realtor had been trying to imply with the strange English phrase "fixer-upper".

Still, most of the problem was with the landscaping, which would be righted soon enough, and most of the rest was with the architecture, which he could do nothing to help. Besides, a good helping of loving care could bring out the elegance in anything, and he could afford plenty of that.

He marched briskly towards the main door while his small army of servants, pulling wagons full of his belongings, struggled to keep up. He fumbled with the key for a bit before managing to unlock the door, and then threw the door open in triumph.

He stood in the foyer for some minutes, surveying his new estate, before motioning the servants forward. "Yes, I believe this will do," he announced.

[Establishy, but open for visitors.]