Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

Tiny was muttering under his breath as he rearranged the bottles behind the bar. The DJ was working his way through the greatest hits of Miley Cyrus and Allie was trying her best to ignore them both as she attempted to poke around a website on her phone.

Luke's, Friday

[lovemykilt]

"Right." Priestly leaned against the door jam of the kitchen at where his kitchen staff was currently marching in a circle, waving signs reading "strike". "What are your demands?"

The staff paused. The busboy and the dishwasher exchanged looks, then turned expectantly to the cook.

". . . Demands?" said the cook.

"The purpose of a labor strike is generally to improve working conditions or compensation," Priestly said. "So what are your demands? Do we need larger parkas in the freezer? Better jalapeno-induced catastrophic failure insurance coverage? A dental plan?"

The staff stared at him a moment longer, then moved to huddle together, their signs banging into each other as they seemed to just mumble the word "mutter" repeatedly for a few minutes. Every now and then, one of them would straighten and stare at Priestly all over again.

Finally, they broke apart, the busboy and the dishwasher flanking the cook. "Okay," said the cook. "We have our demands."

That would be how Priestly ended up spending his afternoon trying to work out where in the multiverse one could order a gross of tiny robotic polar bears with even tinier bottles of coke.

Hey, at least they were creative.

Today's specials
Corn dogs
Sweet potato fries
Deep fried cookies

Luke's was open.

Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday

[myownface]

Another week, another Friday. Another Friday, another day spent poking at various items at Dite's for Sparkle. This week, he was keeping it pretty PG-rated, outfitting the giant metal chicken in studded leather and tucking a leather whip in its beak. From there, he'd pose a mannequin around it and take photos for the internet.

Because what would you do if you were bored with a giant metal chicken in a sex shop?

Yeah, Sparkle thought so.

[Open, but flying without OCD today!]

Outside the radio station- Friday evening

[fates_jaye]

Jaye's stuff had been packed into her car (which was a bitch on this island, god), and she'd gone back to the radio station to settle some things really quick before leaving.

By which she meant she was going to stand outside and try and find someone to take over the radio last minute. What, this was thinking ahead for her.


[For one!]

MCA, Friday Afternoon

[justlurkinghere]

So, Derek just remembered that apparently he had another job. Possibly because he hadn't wanted the job and had also been traumatized by a robot attempting to to groom him like a poodle.

Which had been horrible. Just horrible.

But, he was in the office, glaring at things while he let Puppy Joe run around and smell everything. Because why not? It got him out of the house, at least.

[[Open! There are apartments available]]

Caritas, Friday Evening

[newroutines]

Mike knew that new kids and teachers and whatnot were showing up tomorrow. It made tonight feel kind of like the calm before the... pretty small storm, but a storm all the same.

So he was enjoying the calm, shuffling around behind the bar, checking on inventory and doing other small tasks. Sometimes it was nice to just chill. Especially since the atmosphere back at the house had been a little on the weird side, the last couple of days.

The zombies were playing some decent tunes, and Mike was humming along as he worked.