Magic Box, Monday.

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

There were delivery-boxes stacked in front of the door when Surreal arrived at the Magic Box today, so it was a wave of her hand to pick them up and float them along behind her since her arms were already full with the lunches she'd made for herself and her temporary assistant for the day.

And no, there was nothing poisonous in the food.

"Welcome to the Magic Box," she said as she unlocked the door. "Purveyor of fine magical items, and New Age stuff for the tourists that don't know any better."

[Open & OCD freeee]

Devil's Nest, Monday, 1/21

[bitten_notshy]

"Yes, I'm sure the low-cal version of TruBlood is very popular with 'demons on a diet,'" Jack told the persistent salesman on the other end of the phone. "But I assure you Mr. Northman does not want to double our order of it. We're barely selling what we order of it now -- no, I don't think it would go over better with cucumber peel flavoring. These are vampires, not teen fashion magazine addicts, for heaven's sake."

He should have hung up there, but for some insane reason he kept arguing the point for another few minutes. He wished he could kill with his mind over the phone; then again, if he could there'd be corpses every week.

The Devil's Nest was open, but anyone on the market for Lite Cucumber Cooler TruBlood would have to look elsewhere for now.

[OOC: Open and OCD-free!]

Demon Marcus - Monday [1/21]

[new-it-girl.livejournal.com]

After what happened this weekend when she went home, Hanna was feeling extra paranoid. She half expected 'A' to walk through those doors. She knew better, though. That wasn't going to happen. Still, she distracted herself by setting up a new shoe display.

That seemed to work. For now.

[ocd-free today]

Stark Industries [lunchtime on]

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Well, after turning himself into a virtual fiery inferno in flight class, Cade was not in the best mood.

So he was spending his time at the shop working on a schematic for his killer droid for Alenko's class instead. Maybe it could take apart the flight simulator after it dominated his classmates!

Cade dreamed big.

Stark Industries was open, and slightly devious.

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Monday

[gdiumbrella.livejournal.com]

Alice had the whole portal thing figured.

Mostly.

At any rate, all that it was left for her to do was to get the ticket and get going. She could have done that over the weekend -and save herself from seeing more of the weirdness that the isle seemed to feed on periodically- but something had stopped her. Was it fear? She didn't think so. She could've even managed to come back open store, so what had it been? Maybe she had her doubts about not being able to return, maybe if she could cross, Umbrella could cross back with her. Or just the T Virus, which was just as bad.

Maybe Alice needed someone else with her to make sure she didn't screw things up for the island. Now she only needed to find a willing volunteer to walk into a zombie infested world and...well, shoot some zombies for kicks and laughs for a couple of days. She could maybe offer it as a cathartic adventure of sorts.

Sighing, Alice decided to bother with the details after work.

The Perk, Monday Evening

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

Allie had a thick, paperback copy of The Complete Works of Shakespeare, a collection of Cliffs Notes, and a large, steaming, but untouched cup of coffee.

Someone had a skewed idea of what constituted a fun way to spend the evening.