Fandom Post Office, January 5 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

The post office wasn't the beneficiary of any mystery cookies today, but there were butterflies flitting out of the mailboxes again. Just a few, not swarms of them, so Éponine could only guess they were stragglers of some sort.

"It's the wrong time of year for you," she told one of them when it alighted on the postal scale. "At least, I think it is."

Though she was peering at the scale out of curiosity, to see if it registered any weight -- which it didn't as far as she could tell. Well, that was a little disappointing.

And since it was a new semester, there was a sign up in the window, written in her very deliberate but somewhat awkward hand:

NOW HIRING
Several shifts available!

[OOC: We do in fact have several shifts available -- email me if you want to set one up OOC, otherwise post is open.]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

The zombies were apparently in an experimental period with their music. It wasn't that the sitar was bad, it was what awful things they were doing with it. So Kitty was being kind to those who might wander in.

Meaning there were earplugs in a bowl on the bar and she'd make it a double on the house.

[Open, no OCD because fjhxtyvvbibuxs]

The Arms Hotel, Tuesday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

It was a new year, and Mary knew that the local gym would be packed because everyone started working out again after the holidays. And, since the hotel did not have a gym, she decided to improvise. What the hotel did have was a perfectly good ballroom that wasn't being used at the moment. That's why Mary was currently wearing skin-tight workout clothes while leading an aerobics class for hotel guests.

It wasn't very long before Gunther came in with a large box fan. He set it down near Mary and announced that it was his new idea for the hotel to provide fan service.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special:
Kale and Mushrooms With Creamy Polenta
Chocolate Angel Food Cake With Fruit And Maple Yogurt

Inks & Holes, Tuesday Afternoon

[not_every_mage]

After a few drinks, Anders and Kathy's brilliant plan to drink and celebrate the new year and her belated birthday had turned into a brilliant plan to go get tattoos.

The plan was feeling less brilliant as Anders approached the tattoo parlor and hesitated outside the door. He wanted a tattoo, especially the cat one he had in mind -- but he was just feeling the tiniest bit squeamish about the part where a stranger was going to poke him with a needle repeatedly.

"So," he asked Kathy, "Are you ready? Last chance to back out."