Cafe Luke's, Thursday

[lovemykilt]

The brightly colored hair was wild, man, but Boaz just wasn't feeling that scene, today, you dig? He washed that right out, combed his hair, had himself a shave, then headed downstairs to the cafe, where he got himself some coffee and a slice of leftover birthday cake, then parked himself in the window with a notebook.

He could just feel the beat of the world today, man. Could feel its energy. He just had to get it down on paper, translate it into words and sounds and send it back out into the universe.

"Soooooo," said the cook. "Are you going to cook at all today?"

"Don't wig out, man," Boaz told him. "You'll drive all the hep cats and chicks away."

Today's specials
Open mic
No squares allowed

Luke's was open. Sort of.

The Sidewalk Near J,GoB | Thursday Afternoon

[not_mandonna]

Max rolled out of bed around two-thirty, put on some sunglasses and a cardigan, and made his way to J,GoB for his morning chocolate croissants. It was a typical morning in the neighborhood, nothing too horrifying going on on the stairs between The Arms and the store, until--

-- until there was a bird. With a bright blue egg. And they were in the way of Max's pastries, right in the middle of the sidewalk, obstructing his path inside.

That was unacceptable.

"But-- come on!" Max whined. "Dumb bird."

Okay, new plan. He was just going to stand here and stare it down with his hands on his hips until it moved. That would definitely work.

[[open! someone 50's-ify this guy for me.]]

Caritas, Thursday evening

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

The ultra-cool, ultra-hep, ultra-smoky jazz club Caritas was open for business. The bartender was smoking ganja (and she'd be happy to sell you some) and the zombies were looking particularly George Romero tonight.

Come on in. But be aware: reefer madness is a real risk.

[ooc: ridiculously over-the-top hepcat marijuana user behavior also a risk.]

The Park, Thursday Evening

[selfhelphero]

Billy had a lot of things on his mind as he made his way to the pond in the park. Hanukkah was coming up, with the play for Drama class nearly smack in the middle, and he'd have to go home and see his parents for the first time since he'd kind of gotten their apartment blown up - oh, and his boyfriend and some other folks were black and white and he still hadn't been able to figure out if that was bad, or just weird.

Clearly, spending some quality feeding time with the ducks was the best way to go to clear his thoughts.

[Expecting one, but open!]

Streets of Fandom; Thursday Evening

[gdiumbrella.livejournal.com]

Alice's tendency to keep a not-so-healthy distance from people had, up to that point, paid off. Not that she was entirely aware of just what was going on, but some well placed, distant sightings of black-and-white people had been more than enough for her to turn around and have absolutely nothing to do with it.

Then the birds came.

Now, as far as Alice had heard of the weird things that happened on the island, people suddenly losing colors and extinct, not all that dangerous birds suddenly deciding to stick around didn't sound like that much of a terrible thing to happen. Not in theory she guessed. Still, she should probably try to make sure this wasn't some sort of fist step towards an End of the World scenario. Death by Dodos did not sound pleasant, and Alice had conflicting feelings towards shooting them down. Which was funny, considering she had no issues on shooting other things that were supposed to be dead already.

But anyway, there was Alice, walking down the streets, willing to socialize. It was a first, and she wasn't all that optimistic, but hey. She was trying.

[ Open! ]

The beach and the preserve [Thursday noon]

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

The call of freshly baked cookies by lady scientists and no-longer-caustic superheroes, the beat of bongo drums and dozens of other bad ideas coming from Fandom in the last day caught the attention of the Migratory Dodos, who, after four years perched on the roof of the US House of Representatives in Washington, DC, were looking for a new nesting area.

They traveled to Fandom with only minor casualties (a few forgot that helium might make their squawks sound funny for a few seconds, but without those balloons holding them up, they couldn't actually fly anywhere) and made themselves comfortable on the beach and in the preserve: some in trees, some in bushes, some on piles of driftwood, a few unfortunates in a squirrel's nest before they lost the scuffle and got thrown out (literally).

They settled in around noon and began laying idiot balls. They were blue, they were shiny, they were just the right size to fit in your hand, they were oh-so-tempting to pick up...

Go ahead. Pick some up. What's the worst that could happen?

[OOC: Mod your dodo experience! Get a shiny new accessory! It'll really bring out the gray in your skin tone.]

Fast Eddie's [Thursday evening]

[sith_happened]

It was Thursday, which meant it was bowling night!

Anakin--going by "Al" right now, it even said so on his embroidered bowling shirt, worn over top of his shirt and tie--was there for the weekly league. It was time to kick back with a beer--maybe even a beer and a half--and bond with the other neighborhood men.

Even though this wasn't his neighborhood and Anakin was, in general, a big bowling cheater.

He tossed a pretty blue stone between his hands as he waited for the rest of the men to arrive.

[OOC: Open to all!]

Demon Marcus, Thursday

[stars_and_money]

Jeremy was perfectly on time for work today after class.

He was also a little nervous around all the fancy clothes, because he was just a good, honest, slightly socially awkward boy who didn't really know much about fashion. So, he wasn't going to be touching much of the merchandise, and some of it still left him a little wide-eyed, because wow.

But you could count on him doing his very best to help any shoppers coming in!

[open, no ocd!]