Fandom Post Office, October 1 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

Bearing in mind Jack's warning from yesterday, Éponine would much rather have stayed home; really, her preference would have been to hole up in her warehouse and not come back out for at least a week, but there were things like keeping her job and getting food to worry about. (Not that she didn't think she could go without food for a few days, but given how she knew that, she'd rather not do it again if it could be helped at all.)

So when she went out on her delivery rounds she kept her head down and walked as quickly as she could manage (another thing she was used to doing), and when she got back she settled behind the counter, determined to avoid talking to people or dealing with them in any capacity as much as possible.

She'd grabbed a book on her way out this morning, but when it turned out to be a romance novel she promptly stashed it behind the computer and opted for playing games on her phone instead.

. . . interspersed with frequent bouts of jumping up to pace agitatedly across the floor, singing to herself half under her breath.

Hopefully no one would pick today to inquire about the HELP WANTED sign. Or have to mail anything.

Luke's, Tuesday, Oct. 1

[justbeingbay]

When Bay got to work today, the dishwasher -- the cute one with the tattoo, not the one with the missing teeth -- was giving her the eye. And after half an hour rolling silverware, filling ketchup bottles and daydreaming, she was giving him the eye right back.

And then half an hour after that, she was back at the counter with flushed cheeks, ponytail decidedly askew, and a whole new appreciation for dishpan hands.

"So," she said aloud. "That was different."

Welcome to Luke's
Today's Specials: Oysters Rockefeller
Chocolate Cherry Cheesecake

[OOC: Open diner, no OCD today.]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

There were definitely other things Kitty would rather be doing right now. But a girl's gotta pay her bills somehow, and so she would at least be here until she finally had it and took off to jump see jump Clint. She did not think she'd finish out her shift here, no.

So for now at least, the air conditioning was cranked, there were many regrets about the leather pants when it felt like it was a thousand degrees, and Kitty was trying really hard to keep her thoughts on work. Guess how that was going.

SPECIAL
FROZEN DRINKS


[Caritas: facilitating your ill-advised hookups since 2005.]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

"Really, Danny, you don't need to come out here for a visit this weekend. I'm sure you've got enough going on at home with work and with your family," Mary repeated on the phone to her childhood best friend. She looked to Gunther for sympathy, but he rolled his eyes and retreated back to his kitchen. "Besides, I'm sure I'll be busy, too. It really wouldn't be a good time for us to catch up... No, you really don't need to feel guilty about not having visited before. You've got a wife and a baby and a casino to keep you busy... Of course I miss you. You're my best friend and my first love..."

Mary took a deep breath, and then went on, knowing that she'd probably regret her next words, but it would be worth it. "Hey Danny, remember when you told me that there was nothing I could do to surprise you? And I shoved you into that janitorial closet on the 36th floor and proved you wrong? I'd really love to do that again." Spotting some movement out of the corner of her eye, Mary retreated down the hall to the laundry room with her cordless phone so she could talk with some privacy.

A confused-looking Gunther was waiting at the front desk when Mary emerged 45 minutes later. He raised an eyebrow when he saw how flushed she looked and how her dress was crooked. "Think you could watch the desk a little longer? I really need a cigarette," said Mary, prompting Gunther to look even more shocked. "Oh, and you should be very proud of Danny. He finally learned how to think with his big head. He doesn't think it's such a good idea to come out here this weekend anymore."

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Specials:
Peel and Eat Spiced Shrimp with Chipotle Remoulade
Chicken, Vegetable and Dumpling Soup
Kale and Smoked Bacon Salad with Zinfandel Vinaigrette
Apple Fritters with Bourbon Ice Cream

The Perk, Tuesday Afternoon

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

It was one of those weeks again, and that meant that it was best that April get out of the house. For a variety of reasons, really.

"Hey," she said, leaning on the counter while she waited for the hot new barista to finish making her drink. "You're not banging Tino too, are you?"

The guy gave an apologetic grimace.

Well. April hadn't seen that coming. After she claimed her drink, she flopped in a seat by the window and put her legs up on the table, figuring Mr. Bangs Tino probably wouldn't object if his situation this week was anything like everyone else's.

The Boardwalk ; Tuesday Evening

[theoplustwo.livejournal.com]

Theo didn't head back to his room after hanging out in the gym for the sports club. He was already keyed up and he'd brought his board to the club with him so taking it down to the boardwalk wasn't much trouble. Besides, this seemed to be the only place he could shake some of his tension and twitchy energy.

Ange and Dev were getting tired of skateboarding but they weren't arguing. They were fully aware something strange was going on and no amount of trying to get Theo to choose this or that was helping. They were stuck with the pollen just as much as Theo was.

He focused on the board and kicked off, glancing over at the setting sun and letting the sea breeze hit his hair and cool him down somewhat. His skin still felt hot but he felt a little better than he had when he'd been standing in the gym, watching people spar.

But, it was nice to know it wasn't just him reacting like he was. That meant he didn't have to go to a doctor and get himself checked out.

[Open town post]

Near The Old Campgrounds, Tuesday

[nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com]

( Cut for AMERICA. )

There was an entire barbecue set up in the middle of... well, nowhere. The smell of bacon and other assorted pieces of meat hit the air and blew down across town. What might have almost blown across town as well - considering the volume - was the humming of one Mayor Ron Swanson, who had a smile on his face so big it wouldn't even fade if you punched him in the head repeatedly.

Ron might even be caught doing a little butt wiggle.

Today was an excellent day.

[[ the opinions of ron swanson are very much not my opinions. the post is open for anyone who wants to wtf at him or wants meat. ]]