The Boards, Wednesday Night

[bluhblahbluh.livejournal.com]

Drac was pacing the floor of the stage at the Boards. Yes, he was still working there. He just wasn't really working on theatre things at the moment.

Hanging around the stage were various maps of Eastern Europe, some even slightly modern, as well as blueprints and floor plans of what looked like a giant castle. Demonstrating levels of witchcraft heretofore unseen in the Dracula family line, Mavis had performed arcane rituals upon his iPad electric picture frame that resulted in a constant display of news and weather updates for the trans-Carpathian region as he paced.

"Frank has the Vila convention in this wing, and the Kappa wedding party is due in a few days." Drac raised an eyebrow at his daughter, who was calmly taking notes. "They shouldn't be in the same wing. Why?"

Mavis rolled her eyes. "Because sticking a bunch of ghost girls who all died before their wedding nights just down the hall from the world's rowdiest bachelor party would be the biggest buzzkill since the last time that guy with the hockey mask rented a room?"

( That... would be one way to put it, yes. )

[Establishy, but the lights are on at the Boards! Co-written with callmemavy, if you had any doubts ;)]

Book Haven, Thursday

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As if to tease her after warning Alana of what might happen in terms of Fandom-strangeness hitting the book shop, Rosalind opened a suspiciously normal store that morning.

Well, suspicious to her anyway. No matter how she looked, she couldn't find anything out of place or out of the ordinary. Even the dust bunnies were behaving themselves.

Huh.

The shop was open and there was a sign outside that read:

Now hiring! Apply inside!

Luke's, Thursday

[lovemykilt]

As was increasingly becoming usual for Priestly, he was spending his day at Luke's with a pile of papers spread out across one end of the counter rather than with a pile of ingredients in the kitchen.

Running a diner was not all it was cracked up to be. For that matter, neither was attempting to be a college student.

He had finals coming up at his classes at the community college, two papers to write for the same, and the largest pile of forms and paperwork he'd ever seen that he couldn't hand off to someone more qualified to fill them out (he missed Karla). There were housing forms and student aid forms and scholarship forms and federal funding forms and out-of-state legal jargon forms and out-of-dimension legal jargon forms, which he was pretty sure didn't even actually come from the school itself -- though with a place like New Gotham, he couldn't rule it out completely. There were class booklets and registration forms and some personality quiz that was supposed to match him up with either a roommate or an advisor, he wasn't 100% sure which.

And then there was the pamphlet about some pre-orientation weekend thing, which shouldn't have been so intimidating, except New Gotham was Dinah's city and they still hadn't completely worked out their weird shit with the whole Rook and Kestrel thing, yet. He considered getting himself a hotel room and just trying to stealth the whole thing -- it wasn't exactly a small city, they could totally avoid each other if they needed to, right? -- but then he'd looked up hotel costs in New Gotham and remembered that, oh yeah, nowhere was as cheap as Fandom.

Which reminded him that he'd need at least a part time job in New Gotham if he wanted to live and go to school there, too.

By the time Cookie came out to ask what the specials should be, Priestly was about ready to give up on the whole school thing and just start making avant garde hats out of the whole mess.

"I dunno, man, whatever the fuck you want to cook."

Today's specials
Dragon Dog
Saffron and black truffle fries
Bread pudding

Luke's was open.

Atlas Gym, Thursday Afternoon

[so_hawkward]

With it being the start of the month and all, Clint had been expecting to have to deal with a lot of paperwork when he got to the gym, but it turned out that he had plenty of time to work out once everything had been taken care of. He was back at the punching bag before long, because it was that or talking to one of the counselors in town, and the punching bags were cheaper if they needed to be replaced.

[Open!]

Groovy Tunes, Thursday

[furnaceface]

Well, that had been a pleasant, if brief, getway to Glacia for the better chunk of a week, but Jono had duties to get back to here on the island, too. A music shop to run, for example. And he'd be lying if he told anyone he didn't miss playing his Stratocaster, which was exactly what he was doing today in the shop.

And if what he was playing wasn't exactly necessarily work appropriate, at least it was topical, considering the date. And it wasn't as though he could sing the lyrics, anyway.

There was a Help Wanted sign in the window, and Jono was, of course, here if anybody needed him.

[Open, OCD-free, and the link, of course, involves some NSFW lyrics. As is only right, today.]

The Android's Dungeon, Thursday

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Squall stomped into his shop angrily this morning. He'd ordered tables and chairs nearly two months ago -- nothing fancy, just something so that people could sit and play games in the store. Squall had weeks fighting with the supplier, who seemed to keep losing the order. In frustration, he'd cancelled the purchase and ordered them from a different supplier -- who also failed to deliver. He'd just discovered that his own clerk -- a die-hard comic-book fan who resented cards and games taking center stage in the store -- had been delaying and cancelling the orders behind his back.

Today was NOT a good day to be that clerk.

Except that when Squall got to the Android's Dungeon, he wasn't there. Instead, there was a strange new person standing behind the counter. He was not much older than Squall, but he weighed twice as much and had long hair and a scraggly mess on his face that was probably supposed to be a goatee. And he was intently playing a Nintendo 3DS.

The man's eyes flicked up off the screen for a second, registering Squall's presence, but his attention never really left the game. "You must be Mr. Leonhart. Randall was busy, so I promised to cover his shift," he explained.

Squall glared. "Busy?"

"By 'busy', I mean he moved out-of-state. For health reasons."

Squall facepalmed. "And by 'cover his shift'...?"

"My W-4." It was impressive how the man reached down for the paper and set it on the counter without his eyes leaving his game. "I also swept the back room, dusted the shelves, and put things people will actually want to buy on the rack of featured titles."

"..." It was far from the ideal way to hire someone, but then again Squall didn't want to run the place by himself. He pouted grumpily.

"Also, people tried to deliver some furniture, and I sent it back. I know I was supposed to, but it didn't feel right."

Squall facepalmed again. He could feel a headache brewing. "No. That's NOT right. I need to go make a call."

[OCD-free today. New NPC George is unabashedly stolen from El Goonish Shive because NPCs are fun to play with.]

The Perk, Thursday Afternoon

[electrocynic]

Look who'd finally made it back after dealing with a birthday age crisis (and also a Spain getaway with a BFF who didn't seem to understand said age crisis) off-island! Yeah, Sarah, that's who. And since operating a coffee machine right after coming home seemed like too much of a chore, she was sitting by a window at the Perk, enjoying a nice cup of coffee made by someone else, and a donut.

A small donut, though. Because she thought she could still feel the cake Jenny had gotten her in Spain. Jenny might have had some less than desireable qualities, but her taste in pastries was not one of them. Or maybe that was just the cervezas talking. Anyway. Sarah still didn't feel like overindulging in sugar right now. Especially since she was currently feeling otherwise... pretty fine.

Now, no one tell her she was technically already 36 according to the year it was in Fandom.

[ooc: Open place in town is open! I have finally managed to relocate a part of my brain enough for a post. Hooray.]