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eternalstud.livejournal.com

Damon was normal as normal could be tonight at the bar. Probably for the best. If he was opposite himself, he'd be Stefan and nobody wants that to happen. Tino, however, was acting sort of...smooth? He wasn't as creepy, anyway. Still fugly, in Damon's opinion.

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

Robin, dressed in a very stylish t-shirt, was sitting in a random patch of flowers she'd found, weaving together a little crown.

Besides her was a large box, which read alcohol is bad. recycle yours here and join a life of abstinence!!!!

Robin was proud of how smart this idea of hers was, in fact. She was pretty sure she was doing the island a big favor.

[Robin wants me to take a cement block to my head for this. Totes open.]

Current Mood: crazy

abitlegless.livejournal.com

There was a dragon in Stark Industries today, although he was not behind the counter, a fact which would likely make both Ender and any potential customers happy. Dragons, as a rule, weren't noted for their customer service skills.

"Now just hold still." Hiccup was sitting behind Toothless, fitting his new tailfin, this one made from one hundred percent guaranteed flameproof materials. Toothless craned his head around to watch. "There," he said, hauling himself to his feet with a little help from a dragon's wing. "Now let's see how that goes."

The lever attached to Toothless' harness moved smoothly, flicking the tailfin out and up, unfolding it and refolding it, and Hiccup grinned in deep satisfaction. "Just like the old one, only this one can't catch on fire."

Boy and dragon exchanged a look of perfect understanding, reliving the same moment, which would have been Hiccup's last moment if not for Toothless. "Won't happen again, buddy," he promised, and Toothless nudged him, emitting a low rumbling purr. Hiccup smiled and rubbed his dragon's ears, sending Toothless into a contented flop. With a shrug and a glance around, Hiccup plonked himself on the ground, leaning against Toothless' shoulder.

He'd tidy up later; for now he was just going to spend time with his dragon. At least until any customers arrived.

colourfulscents.livejournal.com

Angua had thought she would do something nice today, something almost quaint, like feeding the ducks at the park. She didn't know why. She just thought maybe there was something in it that made nice people do that sort of thing.

It lasted about five minutes. After the first few tosses of stale bread crusts and watching as the ducks stupidly waddled forward, swarming around the offerings oblivious to anything else, Angua had to stop. It just felt like baiting.

So that was why she was here, in the coffee shop, with a seat by the window to keep a somewhat watchful eye on things while she sipped at a mug of joe. She was marvelling a little on how she never really was much of a coffee drinker until she moved to this town. Now, it seemed all she did, because it was just about all there was to do.

She sighed, taking a moment to stretch her back. She should probably go do something...cultural. There was cultural around here, right? Carrot would be proud. It was just a matter of whether or not she could force herself to do something cultural if Carrot was't there. Because that was the whole point of doing it.

[[ open for all your caffeinated needs! ]]

nomoreveruca.livejournal.com

Cally was still riding the high of being back in Fandom. Her makeshift crib for Nicky now was more comfortable for the little tyke, and even had a few squishy soft toys in there for him to play with. For right now, he was thankfully snoozing for a nap, giving Cally a brief moment of relaxation behind the MCA lobby desk. She put her feet up, ready to snap them down if she heard her boss about.

She wouldn't mind visitors. In fact, she'd rather like them.

[ooc: Open, OCD free, work-time sp warning.]

colourfulscents.livejournal.com

Typically, Angua didn't particularly like filing; it was a task she took to as quickly as possible, searching for only key words to give her a general idea of where the report should go. But, today, sorting through the weekend reports, she seemed to be enjoying herself. In fact, she seemed to be laughing almost to the point of tears.

Hey, you read a report about someone being attacked by underwear and not find it funny.

Assuming you yourself weren't actually attacked by underwear.

"I always knew," she couldn't help commenting after she'd caught her breath again, "there was a reason I didn't like brassiers."

[[ open station is open! ...I never get to use this icon. ]]

laceycantlie.livejournal.com

Lacey was hardly what you'd call a fanatic, but every time the World Cup rolled around she got a little into the whole fever of it, in her own not-entirely-informed way.

The worrisome part wasn't how she'd shown up dressed thematically, complete with shinguards and cleats; the worrisome part was how she kept checking the diner for spontaneously-developing nests of angry hornets.

The staff, meanwhile, was conspiring to get hold of a few dozen of those vuvuzelas.

Today's Specials
Pão de Queijo
Baby Artichoke Bruschette
Lime Tart with Blackberries and Blueberries

Luke's is open, and flying/stinging insect-free. We swear.

famous-gut.livejournal.com

Yesterday the phones at the station were not working.

"RALPH!"

Today the phones were still not working.

"GET THE DAMN PHONES ONLINE BEFORE I SMACK YOU INTO NEXT WEEK!"

Ralph was not having a good day.

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina's help-wanted sign was still up in the window. She herself had decided to rest in one of the comfy chair, reading a book about a so-called 'Secret'.

Mostly, she was finding the book was filled with nonsense and idiocy.

She sighed. Her life was so hard, here. Really.

[ooc: Open post!]

colourfulscents.livejournal.com

Nothing remarkable was happening at the station today. Angua figured this was probably a good thing, and was not about to push her luck, because life in general had been rather unremarkable for her. She was perfectly okay with that. She was just going to get herself a big cup of coffee and enjoy it while it lasted.

Actually, Angua realized, as she managed to finish a whole cup without any odd phone calls or additional paperwork, that in itself was pretty remarkable. She mullled over this in a muted sort of fascination for a moment longer, finished last last sip, and then dared the question, "Ralph, are the phones working today?"

They weren't. That explained it. He was trying to fix them as soon as he could, but Angua, getting up for more coffee, waved a dismissive hand. "You work too hard, Ralph. You should take it easy; don't worry about it. It's a small island; anyone needs anything, they know where to find us."

Ralph gave her a look, one that, even through the helmet, smelled of reproach and perhaps a little fear of head smacking. Angua smiled, one that nicely showed her teeth. "You do fine work, Ralph, just fine. Keep it up. Just not too quickly or you might have more than just Gibbs' hand to worry about."

Although, to be fair, Gibbs' hand was pretty formitable.

[[ open station is open! ]]

laceycantlie.livejournal.com

You know how sometimes the time goes by so fast that you don't realize a new month has snuck up on you? Lacey had fallen victim to a fit of that recently, having been caught up in a hectic whirlwind of contemplating paint chips and counter surfaces and other diner-specific interior decorating minutiae.

Which was why, when she walked in and spotted the calendar on the wall by the coffee machine, she stopped and blinked at it like she was trying to send the world's most rapid-fire, unintelligible Morse code message with her eyelids.

"Guys? When did it get to be June?"

At least she was used to the staff laughing at her.

Today's Specials
Steak Caesar Sandwiches with Tomato and Avocado
Carrot Cabbage Raisin Slaw
Savory Apple and Sausage Bread Pudding
Grilled Apple, Cheddar, and Red Onion Panini

NOW HIRING - See Manager for Details

Luke's is open, and a little disoriented. Belatedly.

colourfulscents.livejournal.com

Angua did, sometimes, have an apologetic streak, and she was feeling fairly bad about how she acted last week. In light of a waning moon, it was easy to sit back and wonder how she could act that way. So she'd left a nice can of polish for his uniform in Ralph's locker as a way to make up for all the growling and snapping and threatening to do very painful things to certain sensitive body parts.

And while Gibbs didn't handle her paperwork and therefor she had no real reason to try to make it up, she felt bad enough to leave just a small bag of really nice coffee for him.

Of course, one could argue that you might leave a good impression by not getting into people's lockers at all, but that just wasn't how a Watchman did things.

Angua settled behind her desk, looked her in box over, and got to work.

[[ open station is open. I almost just wrote 'openation' ]]

eternalstud.livejournal.com

Damon was really wishing he hadn't came into work today. This baggage thing was ridiculous. Okay, "DADDY ISSUES" he didn't mind so much. Who didn't have some daddy issues? But "GIRLFRIEND TRAPPED IN A MAGICAL TOMB" was nobody's business and "KATHERINE LOVED STEFAN MORE THAN ME" was just effing untrue. Really. Completely untrue.

And he was no way looking at the large pile of luggage in the corner of the bar that all related to Stefan one way or another, ranging from "I WANT TO KILL MY BROTHER" to "I MISS STEFAN SO MUCH IT HURTS SOMETIMES".

It was awful.

colourfulscents.livejournal.com

Ugh. Finally. The moon was officially waning again, albeit only slightly, but any shift toward being lessened was significant to Angua, especially after this last week. It seemed harder this week, and she really didn't know why. She was still not good with being contained, though, so it was the park she decided to go to today, dropping onto a bench by the pond and letting out a sigh of great relief that the urge to hunt down the ducks was only slightly greater than usual today. And she thought about how a whole cycle was to pass before she had to go through that again, and thank gods for that.

Then she opened her eyes and looked to her left. There was something that looked suspiciously like a dog carrier there, with a word on it, W--

She quickly turned that around so that no one could see that. That was when she noticed another trunk on the ground, beside her feet, proclaiming COMMITAPHOBE, and another one, bringing attention to the fact that someone named their luggage DYSFUNCTIONAL FAMILY. Or how about the CONTROL ISSUES one?

Angua just gave up trying to figure out what was going on once she saw SEXUALLY REPRESSED. Really, how was that any of the luggage's business?

At least none of them said FEAR OF FAILURE...

...wait. No. There it was, right behind DROOLS IN HER SLEEP. Lovely. And now it would take some serious manuevering to get around all these trunks...

[[ open park is open, of course ]]

famous-gut.livejournal.com

"Yeah. Gibbs."

Yep. Gibbs was manning the phones today.

"A towel, huh?"

At least nothing majorly weird was happening today.

"Naked. Right."

Just the usual strange stuff.

"Sounds to me like one of the kids from the school is having another naked mutiny. I'd complain to one of their administrators. Have a nice day."

Unfortunately for Ralph this meant he's pretty much stuck in the office today.

"No, you're not going on patrol to look for naked men!"

No matter what Ralph might want to do today.

[Inspired by

one_who_goes. Open post is open.]

colourfulscents.livejournal.com

*squeak.* *squeak.* *squeeeeeeak.*

It was the tell-tale sign of A Few Days Before the Full Moon at the Trooper Station today. A very surly and slightly disheveled Angua sat at her desk, methodically squeezing a chew toy steak in her hand. It groaned pitifully, desperately, hopelessly in her powerful clutch.

It was supposed to help releive stress.

It wasn't working.

Even Ralph was wise enough to avoid the grumpy sergeant; he was getting the hint from the growl that surfaced every time he even thought of bringing over more paperwork. She could smell a thought like that.

[[ open station is open! ]]

laceycantlie.livejournal.com

Lacey'd been raring to go and get the diner opened, mind happily racing with plans for the specials board today -- plans that came grinding to a screeching halt once she arrived a half hour earlier than normal and realized she'd left her keys at home. Luckily it wasn't that far to go to retrieve them, and she was only a little later than usual in actually opening up.

The rickshaw cab driver snickering at her the whole way home and back, though, was responsible for the slight pout that wasn't likely to leave her face all day. Such was life for Lacey.

The staff wasn't complaining.

Today's Specials
Grits, Cheese, and Onion Soufflés
Spiced Pumpkin, Lentil, and Goat Cheese Salad
Chicken Parmesan Burgers

NOW HIRING - See Manager for Details

Luke's is open, and just a few minutes behind schedule.

gunandcoffee.livejournal.com

The coffee was back. And how.

"Goin' over board a little bit, don't you think?" Reese asked, looking around the pantry that had coffee bags everywhere.

Ralph scratched his helmet.

"Finally learned something about rule number twenty-three?"

Ralph nodded and nodded and--

"You can stop now."

He stopped mid-nod and froze. Reese raised an eyebrow and shook her head and walked around Ralph with her coffee mug. There was paperwork to do.

(Open!)

Current Mood: good

notquitewright.livejournal.com

It was dead quiet at the junkyard today.

Marcus was sitting in the shed, staring at nothing. He'd been doing it for awhile now. It was a skill he'd perfected in the long months he'd spent on death row.

He could do it forever. He wouldn't, this was just a day when he didn't feel much like being stuck on this island, and there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it.

So he sat in the shed, falling back into old habits and trying to keep his mind from visiting memories he didn't want to touch.

scruffnfeathers

The pew the kittens were under was still blocked off, though the kittens had opened their eyes and ears by now and were wobbling about their little nest a great deal more. It might have been some effort for Castiel to pull himself away from watching them in order to give the sermon.

He was in better spirits this week -- though that wasn't necessarily saying much. Still, having spent the intervening time watching kittens develop had clearly done him some good.

"Today, I thought I might talk to you for a little while about instinct."

And he did, going into not just the fundamental necessity of instinct to developing life, but also arguments as to whether instincts were genetic, or perhaps a sign of intelligent design. His general thesis seemed to be that these instincts were provided for the earliest of creatures by the Creator, certainly, but possibly as a means of then not feeling bad about ignoring the world almost completely. 'Look', God seemed to be saying. 'I gave you these guidelines, here, way back at the beginning. It's not my fault you're too stupid to pay attention to them.'

In conclusion, Castiel seemed to be saying, listen to your instincts. 'Cause the Lord might not actually give a dead rat's ass about your survival, otherwise.

Cheerful, yeah?

furious-maximus.livejournal.com

Max had arrived (gasp!) early to make sure that everything was ready. Since he wasn't planning anything too strenuous for the first meeting, he didn't really have much to prepare for. Now he just had to hope that some people actually showed up. Because it'd be pretty dang embarrassing if they didn't.

As the first people trickled in ~~assuming they did~~ Max just let them mingle. Nothing too formal. He wanted everyone to be comfortable.

Once he felt enough people had arrived (and that there wouldn't be too many more coming), he figured it was time to get started.

"Hey. Glad all of you could make it. Most of us have been on the island long enough to know that things go bad every so often. Not everyone has the training to defend themselves if that happens, and even those that do can generally use some practice and a chance to improve. That's what we're here for."

"For those of you worried about my qualifications," aside from the fact that Max was huge, "back home I'm combat instructor with the military." No need to get into too many details there. "I'll try not to yell too much since you're all here on your own time, but if I slip, hopefully you'll forgive me."

"I know that some of you are new to this while some of you have a lot of experience fighting. Help each other out. You don't have to have me for every little thing."

"And with all that out of the way. Let's introduce ourselves. I'm Antillar Maximus. Max. I'm a combat veteran. Served in multiple campaigns with the legions. Most of my experience is with swords," and bar fights, "but I'm proficient with most hand-to-hand weapons." No guns though. He should remedy that at some point.

famous-gut.livejournal.com

Yeah. It was going to be one of those days.

The phone was already ringing off the hook with complaints from citizens and the "alot" problem. Unfortunately for the station this had created an Alot of paperwork.

"Yeah, lady, well I got my own ugly yak thing to deal with," Gibbs snapped into his phone. "If you don't want it in your house then call animal control, not me."

He slammed down the phone and then glared at Ralph. "Get rid of this damn thing!" he ordered and went off to get another cup of coffee.

Unfortunately earlier in the day, Ralph had made an Alot of coffee so now there was none.

"I hate this damn island," Gibbs grumbled.

colourfulscents.livejournal.com

Today, Angua was actually working, at her desk, on paperwork, without any complaining or even any sort of reluctance. And she wasn't even thinking anything of it, either. She was just simply doing it, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Which it wasn't, of course. So Ralph was making sure the keep a good safe distance. That sort of calm acceptance of a typically anametha task usually signaled the beginning phases a complete and utter explosion.

Little did he know that it was all part of Angua's new plan. If she just did her work and even seemed pleasant about it, Ralph was too apprehensive to approach her and give her more.

[[ open station is open! ]]

laceycantlie.livejournal.com

With new students and teachers all over the island and radio tryouts starting up again tonight, Lacey was in a little bit of a flurry of excitement.

To be polite about it; the kitchen staff was contemplating a tranquilizer dart, the way she was running around telling them to clean up grease spots the size of a pinhead and how that had better not be a stray hair threatening to come loose and drift toward the food and --

That tranquilizer dart might not be a bad idea.

Today's Specials
Strawberry Citrus Salad
Grilled Chicken Breast with Honeydew Salsa
Pork Tenderloin with Pears and Shallots

NOW HIRING - See Manager for Details
Friday and Weekend Shifts Available

Luke's is open. Bring a sedative. Not for you, for her.

colourfulscents.livejournal.com

Something was going on at the school, and Angua ~~was being neglected~~ was not complaining at all. With so much happening over there, there was nothing going on over here, and she was enjoying one of those rare moments where, unless a good breeze came through, all she could smell was most just squirrels and ducks and residual lingering.

She even closed her eyes and breathed in deep and reveled in how simple the colours that came to her were.

There needed to be more stuff going on up at the school more often.

[[ and open park is open. as if there wasn't a picnic going on, la ]]

scruffnfeathers

The first pew of the church was roped off with a sign reading "please do not disturb the kittens". Underneath it, Angelbane stared at the congregations' feet, wondering if any of them would give her tuna.

"I apologize for my recent absence," Castiel began. "I was . . . called away on business."

And then he started to tell a story. ( In which he hit some key points in season five )

Yeah, Castiel was gonna keep being bitter about that one for a little while. And if he happened pause here and there in his tale to sip from the sacramental wine, well, that was nobody's business but his own, right?

Right.

[ooc: Look, you watch season five and then come up with an uplifting sermon. OCD is ~~coming~~ up.]

colourfulscents.livejournal.com

Angua was taking a little bit of a coffee and biscuit break and begrudgingly attempting a letter to Carrot with the aid of her Gooseberry, which was always guaranteed to be an interesting experience.

Of course, it was also helped along by the mariachi band that kept playing whenever she tried to dictate anything to her cellular imp.

"Is that really necessary?" she asked, turning around to affix a glare on the band. Not effective enough, and apparently it was necessary, because they just met it with more bright music.

"Ugh," said Angua.

"Would you like me to save this song to a personal ringtone, Insert Name Here?"

"What? No, why would I--" But considering that the imp's head was already bobbing along happily to the tune, she figured it probably already was, and she sighed. "What would be the point?" she asked. "I only have three people on my personal contacts, and one of them was a mistake. And only one ever actually calls."

"Then I'll put it on that one!"

"So, every time Carrot calls, I'll hear," glare, "that?"

"That's right, Insert Name Here."

"Good grief. Well, at least he'll be happy that it's Cultural..."

[[ open for all your caffeinated neeeeeds; this is what my brain comes up with during long walks on nice days; never anything actually, you know, productive...]]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina settled into the lobby today, still utterly curious about that wolf she'd encountered last week. With no new reports from The League, it was the foremost thing on her thoughts. Even sitting at her desk, doing needed paperwork, was not distracting her from the thought.

She'd seen many curious things before, from the grotesque to the amazing. While this was far from either spectrum, it still made her wonder. It could be the start of a good new bit of intelligence that she could send back to her superiors.

So if anyone needed her, there was a rather fidgety landlady behind the desk in the MCA Lobby.

[ooc: OCD free, Open, answering all pings when I'm off work! (which is way earlier than it used to be, woo!]

colourfulscents.livejournal.com

Angua, Ralph, and a few of the other troopers had come to the conclusion that paperwork had a much better use: providing the ball for a nice, rousing game of Modified for the Office Baseball. They wadded up nicely and the billy clubs made for excellent bats. Right in front of Angua's desk was going to be home plate; the coffee maker, water cooler, and copy machine were the bases.

And Angua really had quite a knack for snagging balls out of the air when they were hit. She didn't even catch them with her mouth, either.

"Ha! Third out! I'm up; lemme show you boys how it's really done. Again."

[[ open station is open; guess who's got two thumbs and was working on little league teams and equipment inventory at work all day?? ]]

laceycantlie.livejournal.com

There was nothing new about Lacey being in early and polishing the sides of the coffee machine to an unnecessary level of shine. There was, for that matter, nothing new about the metal strips edging the counter getting the same treatment, or the doorknob, or even the service bell.

(This wasn't entirely because she liked things clean; the occasional flashes of reflected sunlight tended to catch the busboy in the eyes right at some inopportune moment when he was trying to pull a prank. Oh, yeah. She was clever like that. It was a shame she wasn't more consistent about it.)

Opening the cash register to count the till and witnessing a geyser of Raisinets as they sprang forth from the pennies, though -- that was new.

But yummy.

Today's Specials
Herbed Balsamic Chicken with Blue Cheese
Nectarine-Blackberry Crisp
Five Bean Picnic Salad

NOW HIRING - See Manager for Details
Weekend shifts available!

Luke's is open, and caught somewhere between the movie theater and Old Faithful, apparently.

shiroi_tiger

It was... a quiet sort of day at the Wellspring Arms. Algren spent most of it nursing a cup of increasingly cold tea, alternating between flipping idly through magazines about hunting rifles and dusting.

Because today just seemed like a good day to dust.

Yes, it was another thrilling day at the Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center.

[Open!]

notquitewright.livejournal.com

It wasn't much past dawn, but Marcus was up and walking around town. When he reached the docks, he stopped, caught as always by the sight of the ocean. It had taken on a weird sort of importance, here in this place he couldn't seem to leave. Tipping his head back to watch a seagull spiral up into the clouds and then head out to sea, he decided being jealous of a bird was ridiculous, and anyway, an island beat the hell out of a cell any day...

Something suddenly wasn't right. Of that he was certain. Glancing down, he realised he was on a horse.

"I'm on a horse." Obvious, yes, but some things are so absurd they must be said aloud.

The horse didn't seem bothered as Marcus shifted awkwardly, turning its head to gaze upon him with a look of mild inquiry, as if to ask, Is there a problem?

Marcus stared at the horse and the horse stared back, ears forward and tail swishing. Impasse. With a mild grunt of annoyance, he climbed down and landed with his back to the horse.

Which, he realised as he turned around, had disappeared.

[Open for anyone who doesn't mind serious slowplay after 8:30. Also, the number of times I typed hore instead of horse…let's just say this post would have had a rather different tone.]

funnyways.livejournal.com

Mina was doing some tidying in the MCA Lobby today. Paperwork was forgotten as she did the spring cleaning.

That was, until she found herself sitting backwards upon an unexpected equine.

"...if you defecate on this carpet before I get you outside, I shall find a glue factory," she threatened."

That was the extent of her surprise. Mild annoyance.

[ooc: OCD free, open, answering all pings when I get off work]

colourfulscents.livejournal.com

This...was completely unprecidented. Why anyone in their right mind would actually go somewhere to take a...B.A.T.H. completely went beyond Angua, and here she was, going utterly and completely against nature.

Call it shock therapy. After being a pup and eating meat all weekend and the pull of the full moon tomorrow driving her mad, she needed to force herself to do something so utterly, incomprehensibly human that maybe, just maybe, she could have a few moments of peace. She'd taken an early lunch for this; she couldn't focus worth a damn, especially since the squirrels seemed particularly keen on dashing by her window this morning.

Maybe if she just pretended it was just a big, really warm, perfumed lake.

She stuck in a toe. She stuck out the toe.

"Good grief," she muttered to herself. She was just going to have to jump in at this point. Or just declare the whole thing ridiculous, and go have a nice raw steak instead.

[[ or maybe I just wanted to gratuitously use my bathtub icon. Oooopen! ]]

laceycantlie.livejournal.com

Lacey had missed out on being a kid over the weekend; typically, she was secretly pouty over this and straightening picture frames that didn't need to be straightened, vigorously polishing nonexistent spots off the countertops, measuring the windows for new curtains on a whim, and generally just trying to make improvements where they really didn't need to be made.

For once, the kitchen staff was keeping out of her way for fear that she might try to improve them. They wouldn't put it past her, and they wouldn't be wrong about that.

Today's Specials
Sugar Snap Peas and Potatoes with Parsley Pesto
Fettucine with Peas, Asparagus, and Pancetta
Corn Pudding
Strawberry and Rhubarb Crumble

NOW HIRING - See Manager for Details
(Fridays and weekends available)

Luke's is open. And it's just fine. Really, Lacey. It's fine. So stop already.

colourfulscents.livejournal.com

The station was the last place that Angua, now back to being fully grown as well as having to deal with the first twitches of the full moon approaching, wanted to be right now, but it was the only place she could be. Calling in sick today, or any other such excuse, would simply not work. Calling in sick today would translate into admitting that all of the things she'd want to call in over had actually happened.

Besides, you couldn't very easily call into a place when you'd woken up there. True, it could have been worse. Curled up in wolf form at the foot of the bed, and, good grief, at least she didn't lick him this morning! But she was still naked underneath all that fur, and, while she was certainly not opposed to sleeping with coworkers in general, it was more about the who than the what in this case.

And she licked his face.

And that was only what she'd done with Vimes. How many other faces had she licked?

She didn't even want to think of all the other stuff, and the hunting, and the eating meat (so much meat! Her stomach reminded her of that every five minutes), and her oh-so-subtle approach to icky vampires.

And it just had to time itself perfectly around an approaching full moon, too, didn't it? Angua was, in short, utterly miserable at the moment and just trying to forget that anything happened last weekend.

Some people grew up for a reason; because some people at five could not grow out of their five-ness too quickly.

And the real kicker? There was barely anything in her in-box to distract here. All of it had been used for Ralph to colour on.

[[ open station is open! ]]

solo_sword

Jaina had meant to set out to see if the junkyard was still underwater, 'cause she had a droid to work on and was missing some key parts, but she'd gotten a little turned around in town and and ended up outside the coffee shop. And she thought, well, there weren't many people around, and she had always wanted to try caf... Her dad told her she couldn't have any because it would stunt her growth. Her dad had no idea that caffeine wouldn't make a lick of difference there. Besides, he wasn't here now...

So Jaina went inside, asked for directions, and hey, while she was getting herself unturned around, could she order a caf. They didn't have caf, so instead she got a small coffee, and she took it back to a table. Her feet didn't reach the ground in the chair she was sitting in, and she'd had take the lid off the cup so she could blow on it for what felt like forever so it was cool enough, and then decided it was safe enough to try.

"....Yuck."

Maybe it was an acquired taste. She'd just keep trying it, because grownups did it all the time, and then when she reached the end she'd be a tiny caffeinated eight-year-old and then where would you all be?

[So open. And now I want coffee.]

Current Mood: thirsty

whos-got-spirit.livejournal.com

Let's just say Adrian had a feeling it was going to be one of those days. And this was confirmed when he walked into Caritas guardianless for once... and found an eight-year-old behind the bar.

"Welcome to Caritas, what can I get for you?" Jaina asked cheerfully. She was totally sitting on a stool so she could see over the bar.

For a moment he only stared before coming up with, "You're fucking kidding me."

"That's a bad word," she accused.

"You are not tending bar like this," he decided, heading over behind the bar. Adrian was not the most responsible person in the world, and he'd laugh if anyone ever was dumb enough to say he was, but something told him this was just not right. "I'll take today, you can take Monday."

"I can too serve drinks!" she protested. "But if you're gonna be that way, fine. I won't even help you."

"Fine," he said, and went to make himself a drink... only to find that all the alcohol had been replaced by things like milk and lemonade. "Son of a bitch," he muttered.

"Another bad word."

[Yes, Adrian'll be serving today, and yes he will be sober around the kiddies. No worries, it's too early for him to be getting crazy all over you.]

chosehumanity

Of course Mitchell's portal had been late. Of course he'd been left to work himself up into a state about everything before he could make his blissful escape. Of course that meant he was dropped off on the causeway roughly fifteen minutes before a certain change swept Fandom.

And that meant that little John had spent a few hours of nighttime sleeping on the grass near the causeway, curled up into a little ball and clinging to Mitchell's big coat for warmth.

He was waking now, a little dark-haired ball of quiet confusion, and stretched. At least the sun was warm, and his skin was heating.

[[ open! ]]

nojesusfreak.livejournal.com

After tearing through his house like a kid on a sugar high (which, well, he had been), Biff finally discovered Outside.

"Let's play Stone the Adulteress!" he cried to whoever was around before gathering up some rocks.

Children's games two thousand years ago were odd.

[OOC: So very open.]

Current Mood: hyper

solesofmyfeet.livejournal.com

There were only so many things a man could prepare for on this island. Rains of various food products, invasion of very tiny animals, children.

Though the last one usually meant he pawned the real work off on Ralph.

But not today, it seemed. Today there was a very small child in a miniature version of Ralph's rather unusual uniform. And it was coloring at his desk. Right then.

This was one of those weekends.

Vimes was very wisely just going to grab his helmet and set about for a patrol.

[[Oooopen before he flees!]]

colourfulscents.livejournal.com

Let's get one thing straight: squirrels and ducks were just asking to be chased.

It was just part of their inherent natures, what with their fluffy tails or comical waddles. And, if it was difficult on occasion for a person (or wolf) to fight against the urge to run after them with the pure, simple, maniacal glee that went with making them scatter, it was near impossible for a child (or pup) to restrain from the same.

Which is why little Delphie Angua was bolting across the park, watching them flee from her truly menacing terror.

"Bark, bark!" she said. "Bark, bark, bark."

So the menacing part needed work, but she'd grow into it, to be sure. It seemed good enough to make them run, though, and that's what mattered. It worked out really well, too, because she was still quick, but got distracted by enough shiny pieces of foil in the grass or a sudden smell coming in from a breeze that it gave them time to hide again.

Then the hunt could start all over again.

"Bark, bark! Bark bark bark!"

[[ open park is so, so open. Because it's always a good idea to throw wee little children at wee little puppies. Oh, yeah, and NFB on puppy identity still, please and thank you! ]]

scruffnfeathers

"Today," said Castiel, "is Earth Day. The day that humanity comes together as a whole to celebrate the planet they live on and everything about it."

Oh goody! Today's sermon was about Earth Day! There couldn't be too much craziness in that, could there?

"I've found no evidence of any 'Heaven Day'," Castiel continued. "Or Hell Day, though I should think that makes sense."

Er.

"In researching for this topic, I've discovered some interesting things about this home world. First off, according to your scientists, the Earth is 4.6 billion years old." He smirked faintly, as though this idea amused him, somehow. "It is the third planet from your sun, and the fifth largest in your solar system. It has a surface area of 197 million square miles, most of which is covered by water, and an average diameter of 7,926 miles. The Earth is made up of approximately 4.6% Iron, 29.5% Oxygen, 15.2% Silicon, 12.7% Magnesium, 2.4% Nickel, 1.9% Sulfur, 0.05% Titanium. Results may not add up due to rounding. The current population of the Earth is approximately six billion, eight hundred sixteen million, four hundred thirty-one thousand, nine hundred forty-three humans, give or take a few demons, angels, or other alien lifeforms mistaken for people, and if those six billion, eight hundred sixteen million, four hundred thirty-one thousand, nine hundred forty-three humans don't get their act together, the world is going to go up in a ball of fire even if I do manage to prevent my brothers from battling over whether it gets to be a territory of Heaven or Hell."

The angel had discovered environmentalism. This could only end in tears. And possibly pamphlets printed on recycled paper.

[ooc: OCD ~~on its way~~ is up. Word.]

magdaofslovenia.livejournal.com

Now was the winter of their discontent... The last night of Richard III was starting very soon. Still no sign of their errant Director, but Tony seemed to have everything well in hand. Sophie had counted up receipts from Tuesday, and they were doing quite well. The students had certainly given it their all on Tuesday night.

And Geoffrey may have cast them, encouraged them, and directed them, but everyone in the theater tonight had their own reasons for wanting this last evening of the play to go well.

"Thirty minutes, everyone. Our Stage Manager says places in thirty."

[OCD ~~on its way~~ up!]

colourfulscents.livejournal.com

Angua was taking a break on her street beat for lunch (a salad) and a coffee (just coffee), which also meant taking a moment or two to crack open her most recent reading material.

Interesting, the shopgirl had said.

Well, interesting was turning out to be a very good word for it. Yet, as interesting as it was, she probably wouldn't mind a distraction from it too terribly. Or a few opinions.

[[ open for all your caffeinated neeeeeeds ]]

shyest-eyes.livejournal.com

It was a peculiar thing, for sure, to be nearly done another semester and realizing that she'd been in Fandom, now, for quite some time.

In the morning, though she was at work, musing on things like how time flew took a backseat to studying for her concepts of the law class and rereading her notes. Yei played merrily, still smelling faintly of chocolate but she supposed that wasn't so bad.

She didn't smell like chocolate anymore, after all. It was alright.

Book Haven is Open.

laceycantlie.livejournal.com

When Lacey heard ominous rattling noises from the storage room as soon as she walked into the diner, she set her things down, grabbed a clean garbage bag for protection, and hurried toward the back fearing another flareup in the ongoing cream soda conflict.

But it wasn't the cream sodas -- stunningly docile today -- that were causing the problem; it seemed as if today, the problem was between a case of garbanzo beans and the shipment of wild rice that had come in over the weekend. That was unexpected, and certainly a new experience; for whatever it was worth, mediating beverage disputes was one thing, but sorting out problems in this section of the storage room seemed to go against the grain.

Today's Specials
Barley Soup with Greens, Fennel, Lemon, and Dill
Portobello Buffalo Burgers with Celery Apple Slaw
Lettuce Wraps with Smoked Trout

NOW HIRING - See Manager for Details

Luke's is open; it's safe if you don't try to get caught in the rice-and-chickpea crossfire.

Current Music: Joni Mitchell - Help Me

colourfulscents.livejournal.com

When Angua came in and opened her locker to a small shower of stragetically placed crayons, she realized that Ralph had noticed the difference in her reports last weekend after all.

But it was no matter. She'd had far worse things in her locker before than crayons. And, as she sat down and started through what rested in her in box, she thought to herself on how the colours really did add a nicer little touch to the forms than just regular old ink. It was the least she could do, utilizing his gift like that. And probably a lot nicer than her other thought, which included drawings of exactly where Ralph could stick his crayons.

[[ open station is open! ]]

colourfulscents.livejournal.com

When Angua came into the coffee shop for a drink, there was a small ~~NPC~~ line and, apparently, a lot of commotion behind the counter.

"My feet are we-- the espresso machine drain is overflowing again!"

"Put more Drain-O in it!"

"But the first round of Drain-O didn't do jack squat! Put more Cafiza and hot water in it!"

"That didn't help either! We need pipe cleaners."

"No, we just have to unscrew the line down here."

"But will we be able to get it back on?"

"I don't know!"

"I don't know, either!"

"Whatever, we'll deal with it later; hi, what can I get you?"

At least it made the decision really easy for Angua. "Brewed coffee will be fine, thanks. Tall."

And then she was just going to sit and watch and try not to take too much enjoyment out of the baristas' pain in trying to solve their drain issue.

[[ this post is brought to you by my awesome afternoon at work. Urg. Oooopen. ]]

solo_sword

Jaina arrived back in Fandom too late to unpack any of her things, but a little early for work. Figuring it was better to be early, she ditched her stuff in her room and headed into town, opening the door to the bar-

And found Tino once again naked behind the bar. She would never, ever ask what she would have seen if she'd been any earlier.

Two minutes later, he was clothed and sanitizing everything while she kept glowering at him. Too bad she couldn't bleach her brain.

Current Mood: just no

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