The Park, Monday Midday

[filleauloup]

It wasn't that Éponine had too many reservations about taking advantage of other people's generosity. If there was anything her father had taught her, though, it was to be careful not to end up too beholden to any one person -- which was why, despite having been assured that she could stay as long as she needed, she'd drawn the line at two nights spent on Allie's couch. Never mind that she had absolutely nothing on her except the clothes on her back (and she'd managed to scrounge up a ratty, oversized hoodie from somewhere, so even if she still didn't have shoes she would consider it an improvement warmth-wise) and Cosette's five-franc piece, which for some bizarre inexplicable reason she couldn't quite bring herself to spend, in her pocket.

Other things about which Éponine had few reservations: keeping money she found on the sidewalk. The twenty-dollar bill was the strangest-looking money she'd ever seen, and she chose to believe that was why it wouldn't stretch quite as far as she'd thought it would. Still, she'd found the bakery and gotten herself a cup of coffee and a muffin, then left before the clerk's slightly skeptical expression turned into the familiar look of you've paid, now can you please go somewhere else?

Which was how she ended up sitting on a park bench, nibbling very slowly at the muffin between sips of coffee and watching people go by, or occasionally staring vacantly into space. Admittedly, in part she was sizing up potential targets in case it came down to her needing to, ahem, lighten people's pockets a bit, but that was because in general she was contemplating what on earth to do with herself now. On the one hand, having to fend for herself in a place that perplexed her as much as this one did seemed a bit daunting; on the other hand, trying to find a way home didn't appeal to her much. Imagine that.

[OOC: It's a slow work day and I don't know what to do with myself, so open.]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Monday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Today, Mary was getting sales pitches by phone from some agency that rented hotel rooms by the hour. But she wouldn't listen to the sales rep's claims of increased revenue for rooms that were otherwise empty during the day. Mary ran a classy establishment and she would rather starve than make money by renting rooms by the hour.

But it really did help her stay resolved when she knew that she wasn't struggling to make ends meet right now. And she definitely wouldn't go hungry as long as she had Gunther.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Specials:
Smoked Sausage Jambalaya
Braised Turnip Greens with Turnips and Apples
Bourbon Pumpkin Pie

[Open! The OCD is too busy celebrating Mardi Gras to make an appearance.]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Nemit had spent the weekend divebombing the tank where she kept her psychedelic frogs, which Karla was taking to mean that he was bored being cooped up in her room. So she decided to bring him to 'Dite's with her (after feeding her frogs an extra ration of Jello as an apology) to give her frogs a chance to recover and Nemi a chance to fly around somewhere with more space.

Besides, it was Valentine's week. That meant there was a lot of new stock to move, including chocolates, lingerie, sexy games, and romantic movies for people to enjoy either by themselves or with a special someone.

So while Nemi flew around and burbled, Karla was setting up displays for the holiday.

Get Ready For V-Day: 10% Off Orders of 5 Items or Fewer, 25% off Orders of 6 Items or More!

[All links NSFW]

Devil's Nest, Monday, Feb. 11

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was in the club today, but sequestered in the back office. He had three papers due, he was trying not to do another lazy school week, and then there was the bar paperwork he was actually being paid to handle.

In celebration, Tiny and the DJ were blasting a mix of the kind of hard rock and rap Jack always complained about and offering half-off on jello shots and cocktails with obnoxious names. It was a very immature day at the club.


[OOC: Open bar. I will be on SP for most of the day, but have at if you want!]

Demon Marcus, Monday [2/11]

[new-it-girl.livejournal.com]

Hanna had an extra large coffee with her when she arrived today. She hadn't slept very well since Saturday. She hated confrontations with her own friends. Good thing there was work to distract her from those worries. She had a new display of shoes to set up.

The store was open.

[ocd-free]

Stark Industries [after classes, Monday, February 11, 2013]

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

So Cade's annoying dead father had signed him up for therapy with Electroclash, who'd declared Cade's hobby of drinking excessively to be...not the healthiest coping mechanism...and suggested knitting.

Sarcastically, which was why Cade had needles and no yarn and was now testing their weight by throwing them at the door to see if they'd stick.

Cade's hobbies weren't other people's hobbies.

The shop was open, but armed. Watch your head coming in.