The Magic Box [Tuesday]

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There was nothing quite like finding out that you'd spent the weekend dead. Celia had to admit that it wasn't actually as traumatizing as she'd imagined -- she actually hadn't felt this well-rested in a good long while, and she seemed to have avoided most of the insanity afflicting her classmates, as well!

(She did have a vague dream of being naive, young chanteuse at a nightclub, but it was hazy enough that she could pretend that was all it was.)

Firmly not dead, Celia made her way into the Magic Box today with the runes Elsa had shown her in mind, and immediately went scouring the shelves for something simple that she could pick her way through, her cheat-sheet of Futhark always kept close by.

[open shop is open and not a nightclub/brothel, and we are as usual keeping it ocd-free around here.]

Dite's Decadent Delights [Tuesday]

[begmetwice.livejournal.com]

Of all weekends to explore the mainland. Of all weekends.

Irene had figured out how to download old radio broadcasts to her phone, and had spent the morning putting away her new clothes (Sherlock had marvelous taste, of course, but she did like to go shopping on her own) and listening. The stories she'd heard of collective insanity were clearly true, and while she was mostly concerned about what had happened to her own shop (and how anyone had gotten a key in the first place), she had to admit the whole thing amused her more than it should.

Possibly because she hadn't been involved. She might have found it a lot less funny if she'd been afflicted.

Once she arrived at the shop, Irene set to work trying to see if anything had been disturbed this weekend -- so far, nothing, but she also knew better than to think that what she was seeing superficially was accurate. She was already planning on spending the afternoon checking what sorts of calls had been made from the phone, whether the cash drawer was off, and checking the inventory. (Particularly the edibles, since that sounded like what had been used this weekend, if anything from her normal inventory.)

Honestly, she was already a paranoid sort of person, and her new shop being affected by some sort of oddness and Irene herself being unaware of it put her ill at ease, even in the wake of how funny she found all of this.

[open shop is open!]

Fandom Post Office (July 15, 2014)

[filleauloup]

Whatever ridiculousness had struck the island this time, Éponine only knew about from customers asking her what kind of bizarre life she remembered living over the weekend, due to having been stranded off island on a special delivery trip.

Nothing to do with spotting Cosette coming across the causeway while she was on her way back from that trip on Friday evening, then following her. Really. It was entirely unrelated to how she'd decided that she just had to lurk across the street from Cosette's father's house, watch them talk animatedly over dinner, and then use her envy as an excuse to beat herself up some more for being a terrible person who clearly deserved to have a pathetic life in comparison.

It had nothing to do with that. That was only the circumstance that had led to her not getting back to the causeway before midnight and then finding herself unable to cross it until Monday morning.

Clearly she'd missed something, though, and she was sorry she had. At least she'd brought her cat in with her today, and watching Alouette -- no, the irony of that name was never going to escape her again -- pounce on bits of dust whenever they caught the sunlight was a halfway decent distraction.

Book Haven, Tuesday

[genesishero]

So, it was completely possible that Evan had managed to absolutely miss that anything weird had happened on the island at all. Sure, the weather had been a bit gross, and the clouds overhead had left everything looking a bit more washed out than usual, but just outright weird? Nah.

Of course, he'd kept mostly to himself over the weekend, reading a stack of classic murder mysteries in the company of his dog and his dinosaur, and only really left the room to take the animals for walkies. Apparently whoever it was who had been smoking inside all weekend had moved on, and things seemed to be a lot more lush than they had been on Saturday and Sunday, so what reason did he have to complain?

Humming a little to himself, Evan got to work stocking shelves and poking through more of those classic crime books to see if anything else could catch his imagination today.

[Open, OCD-free!]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

There were no zombies on the stage today. Nor was there a Tino.

Because Tino had requested off to take the zombies "to a gig." Okay then.

Kitty was here, though, and she was settling in for a quiet night at the bar. Even if they'd left behind some T-shirts and CD's, apparently expecting her to sell them to somebody.

Freedom Arms, Tuesday

[the_merriest]

Ugh. Maybe spending the night in jail disagreed with her, but Rikku woke up this morning with totally the worst kink in her neck. Like, try to turn it sideways, and you can't quite look over your shoulder, 'cause there's all this stupid shooting pain kind of weird crampy thing.

She was at work, but probably distracted, and working more on making her neck un-clench than on any of the guns.

(method RP / ocd free / mega amounts of SP while I try to get my neck to stop being awful)

The Perk | Evening

[robinonadderall]

Stiles had missed out on the weekend weirdness, having his own weirdness to deal with in Beacon Hills. It had been Malia's first full moon as a human in over eight years and it had been a rough one. The floors of Lydia's lake house were covered in claw marks now and Stiles himself had gotten clawed a little himself, his right wrist now covered in gauze from where Malia had grazed him a little. He hadn't held it against her; she wasn't the first were-whatever to do some damage to him by accident.

Derek had gone all sullen and silent when he saw Stiles' arm and in turn Stiles had gotten irritated because he was fine and Derek was an idiot if he thought everybody would get out of this humanizing Malia thing without a scratch.

So now he was hanging out at the Perk just to avoid the house. He had applications for student loans spread out on the table in front of him and was attempting to figure out which one would be the best to beg money from.

He'd rather deal with the werecoyote than student loans and that was sad.

[Open of course]