Caritas, Thursday

[wrongkindofsith]

Caritas was such a cheerful place tonight. It was cold, dark, and the tiny fire next to the stage did little to combat either. With their amps not working, the zombie band's musical offerings consisted of not much more than plinking, and Tino had sent so many pathetic looks in her direction Cara had sent him home early.

Plus the power had gone out right when Cara's show had gotten interesting.

Really, the specials board said it all.

Nope

[Open. no OCD.]

Across the Island, Early Friday Morning

[endsthegame]

The fireplaces hadn't kept the people of Fandom from being miserable. Clearly something else was needed. Puppies from the sky? An invasion to get people's minds off of everything? Decorating the castle in pink glitter?

No. None of those would do, and Fandom didn't have the energy for most of them anyway.

So she reached, and woke up what was already there. Flowers, buried under snow, suddenly burned their way out, the snow melting around them. They spread open then, and released their pollen far into the air, warming those hearts they could touch.

Also those... other things.

Yes.

Fandom relaxed, her work done. Now she just had to find some way to shuffle off this blizzard...

[[ and it is now officially SEX POLLEN WEEK! ]]

Freedom Arms- Friday

[imnotgoodatnice.livejournal.com]

Aeryn had meant to come in yesterday, but between the cold and the lack of power, she doubted there would be much of a point. So today she trudged on in, and it was mostly because Aeryn being restless and cooped up in a house was never a good thing. At least she could go be cooped up elsewhere for a while.

On the plus side, everything in the store was rearranged and very, very clean.

[Aww she exists. Open!]

The Arms Hotel, Friday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary wasn't getting any work done at the front desk. She would blame it on the weather, but the truth was that she wasn't the least bit cold. Rather, she was withering uncomfortably as Gunther stared at her breasts.

"Okay, that's enough. Is there something bothering you, Gunther?" Mary asked as she slammed her paperwork on the desk.

Gunther turned pink, shifted his gaze to the floor, and mumbled something about how he felt he should manually check to make sure that all of Mary's, um, parts were firmly reattached after last weekend's incident. He withdrew his suggestion after Mary threw a coffee carafe at his head.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Specials:
Pesto-Crusted Chicken Breasts
Caramelized Onion and Roasted Red Pepper Linguine
Vanilla Ice Cream With Maple-Walnut Sauce

[Open! The OCD has been frozen out.]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

Allie was grateful that the cold didn't bother her any longer. Otherwise the walk over would have been extremely unpleasant.

Since Tiny was huddled near the fireplace, Allie took his place behind the bar and started looking up drink recipes on her phone. Now that her paperwork said she was twenty-one she could actually function as a bartender, not just as a tiny bouncer.

She felt vaguely edgy, but hadn't quite realized why yet.

[OCD free!]