Groovy Tunes, Sunday

[furnaceface]

New stock, new stock... Jono had put out an order for a bunch of indie rock and alternative albums and singles last week, and they had arrived on Friday. This had been a procrastinating sort of weekend, though, between the cats and then Hannibal yesterday, so while he was always happy to give music he hadn't heard a try, he had been quite content to let shelving it wait until today.

Overall, he was fairly pleased with what he was finding. Muse had a new album coming out soon? Nice. He'd have to put in an order for that, too. And then, because listening to Psycho had put him in a mood for more (the song kind of spoke to him on a deep personal level), he was poking around and pulling out their greatest hits, which naturally he had to pull out his Stratocaster to play along to, and really, it would be a wonder if he got any work done at all, today.

So, that was going to be Jonothon's day, then. There was the NOW HIRING sign in the window, as usual, but it wasn't so much a dire state of affairs now that he had Lottie working Thursdays, and besides, it was the weekend. Who expected anybody to get any work done on the weekends, anyway?

[OOC: Open! OCD-free! Youtube link has lyrics you might not want to play around wee'uns or at work!]

Magic Box, Sunday

[not_every_mage]

It felt too hot and stuffy to be at work, but here Anders was anyhow. He opened as many windows as he could and imagined cooler places.

[ooc: open shop, open post!]

The Preserve; Sunday Evening

[ihuntkillers.livejournal.com]

Skulking about in the preserve might not really be the best idea Jasper's ever had but it'd been something he'd wanted to do for awhile now. Most of this island was a mess of wide open spaces, water and small, dark alleys that were one cigarette smoking guy in a trench coat away from a film noir.

( Pushing those thoughts out of his head... )

Jasper shivered and stepped over a fallen log, keeping his mind busy with mentally mapping checkpoints and the general perimeter of the preserve. Big enough to disappear in but not not big enough to be forgotten. He leaned against a tree, blowing out a breath. The moon illuminated the spaces nearby but Jasper made sure to stay in the dark.

[ Open if you're out in the preserve. He's being a little creepy (so warning for some mild creepiness!) without realizing it so feel free to freak out out or try and deck him or whatever. ]