The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[gunslingerpose]

Nick was just having a shitty day overall. He had clients back in LA who were starting to wonder why the hell he hadn't managed to make it across the country to deal with them in person yet - look, identity theft was a bitch and he'd be back when he could, okay - there were gremlins in the lobby attempting to go downhill skiing off some knocked-over potted plants, and he'd had the mother of all headaches all goddamn morning. He didn't even know where the hell it came from, that or the nosebleed he'd woken up to.

And why the hell was Gunther staring at him, anyway?

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Half off anything on the menu if you stay quiet.

When Gunther informed him that he hadn't been aware of just how pretty his eyes were, before, Nikolai threw a pen at him.

[OOC: Open post, OCD-free, now featuring the 'Nikolai never made it to Greece in the first place thanks to a messy case of identity theft leaving him stranded when he tried to leave the country' AU. Such pretty eyes.]

The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

The weather was fairly nice for once, so Dani wasted little time. After rushing through the daily chores, she got the horses saddled. She couldn't possibly take all of them out for a long walk by herself, but hopefully she would get a few riders to drop in and help out.

The Gig was open, and Dani would generously take 10% off the usual horse rental fee.

Curiosities, Oddities, and Antiques - Saturday

[voiceoverdue]

Unpacking went a lot faster when you had multiple limbs and eyes to help; Cecil wasn't sure how he'd have managed all the unpacking today with only two eyes and two arms! There were a lot of new things in the shop: some interesting new skeletons he couldn't identify and what looked like organs in jars preserved in different colors of...something.

He shrugged and paused in setting it all out long enough to add a sign to the window:

New things!
Tell me what they are and get 10% off!

He was dying to know.

Hopefully not literally.

The park, Saturday

[sharp_as_knives]

The weather wasn't too bad today, and the clouds were giving some really interesting lighting, so Hannibal hauled a new canvas out to the park to work. He had decided upon watercolors for this one, and had them spread out next to him, along with some mineral water, fruit, and sandwiches.

He was sitting on a plaid blanket over a tarpaulin, his easel low, idly taking in the day as he began. His iPod played a bit of Stravinsky through his headphones at a volume low enough not to be distracting.

This wasn't France, but it wasn't a bad place at all.



[OOC: Open park and post! No OCD.]