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Thursday morning, Sanctity
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http://users.livejournal.com/_bigguy_/Batou is lounging around behind the counter as usual.
The shop is open.
The shop is open.
http://users.livejournal.com/_bigguy_/Sanctity - Sunday
Sunday, March 25th, 2007 01:31 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_bigguy_/It's another lazy Sunday, which means the large, be-ponytailed assistant shopkeeper is puttering around behind the counter, doing god knows what with some mechanical looking bits. Could be a toaster, could be a weapon, who can tell? Either way, the shop is open for business.
Outside Sanctity (Sunday Morning)
Sunday, March 18th, 2007 10:16 amhttp://users.livejournal.com/_bigguy_/There really wasn't any reason for him to be up and about this Sunday morning, aside from the fact that he didn't really need to sleep. Well, that and the fact that the dog had been pestering him. Gabriel was currently sniffing around on the end of the long leash, doing what dogs did best. For his part, Batou was leaning against the side of the building, smoking a cigarette. The perks of having artificial lungs, he supposed.
Sometimes, he thought this place was going to be the death of him. The rest of the time he realized it really wasn't so bad. After all, it'd been an awful long time since someone had tried to shoot him.
(Sanctity is open, and Batou's feeling surprisingly amiable on this fine morning.)
Sometimes, he thought this place was going to be the death of him. The rest of the time he realized it really wasn't so bad. After all, it'd been an awful long time since someone had tried to shoot him.
(Sanctity is open, and Batou's feeling surprisingly amiable on this fine morning.)
Sanctity: Afternoon
Saturday, March 17th, 2007 01:19 pmnotavegetarian.livejournal.comHaving once again returned from an unexplained and possibly pleasant except for the werewolves absence, Zhaan was puttering around the shop, dusting a little. Batou had no brain for dusting, apparently, and had given her a rather puzzled look when she'd asked if he had.
Not that there was much. She considered, briefly, if perhaps he scared the dust away.
Once finished, she made certain the sign was flipped to 'open' and went to perch on her stool, listening absently to the radio and trying to decide which book to read: Oh No, It Isn't! or The Complete Adventures of Curious George. Eventually, the yellow cover was too distracting, and she settled down to read about pantomime, aliens, and drug trips from beyond the grave.
((Around and about...))
Not that there was much. She considered, briefly, if perhaps he scared the dust away.
Once finished, she made certain the sign was flipped to 'open' and went to perch on her stool, listening absently to the radio and trying to decide which book to read: Oh No, It Isn't! or The Complete Adventures of Curious George. Eventually, the yellow cover was too distracting, and she settled down to read about pantomime, aliens, and drug trips from beyond the grave.
((Around and about...))
Monday, 3/5
Monday, March 5th, 2007 09:20 amhttp://users.livejournal.com/_bigguy_/Customers may walk into Sanctity hoping to chat with its congenial blue proprietress.
Unfortunately, the grumpy cyborg shop assistant is manning the counter today, armed with a newspaper and a cigarette. But hey, at least his dog is cute.
Sanctity is open.
((Around until 3:00 CST))
Unfortunately, the grumpy cyborg shop assistant is manning the counter today, armed with a newspaper and a cigarette. But hey, at least his dog is cute.
Sanctity is open.
((Around until 3:00 CST))
Sanctity - Friday, 2/2
Friday, February 2nd, 2007 10:52 amhttp://users.livejournal.com/_bigguy_/The shop is open, though anyone who wanders inside may be slightly put off by the sight of Batou fiddling with some of the mechanical components of his own right arm.
((OOC: Will be around on and off all day.
Edit: And I can tell right from left, I swear...))
((OOC: Will be around on and off all day.
Edit: And I can tell right from left, I swear...))
Sanctity: Evening
Sunday, January 28th, 2007 05:46 pmnotavegetarian.livejournal.comThe evening air wasn't especially cold--not to someone who could adjust her internal temperature. Yet, Zhaan still felt the breeze as brisk as it was. With the door open, she let the wind dance into the shop, swirling around and freshening everything with its touch.
A few minutes, and then she closed the door, leaving it unlocked and checking the sign still said "open".
Then with an amused glance at the clouds threatening to rain or snow upon them, she moved to her stool and sat on it, grabbing up a half-finished book and beginning to read.
[unless BSG makes my brain implode, you'll have me until half before mindight CST]
A few minutes, and then she closed the door, leaving it unlocked and checking the sign still said "open".
Then with an amused glance at the clouds threatening to rain or snow upon them, she moved to her stool and sat on it, grabbing up a half-finished book and beginning to read.
[unless BSG makes my brain implode, you'll have me until half before mindight CST]
Sanctity - Thursday
Thursday, January 11th, 2007 02:15 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_bigguy_/Batou is minding the shop, lounging behind the counter and looking as relaxed as a military-grade cyborg can look.
Late morning, Sanctity
Saturday, January 6th, 2007 12:01 pmnotavegetarian.livejournal.comHaving spent two weeks in Paris stealing the Mona Lisa, then discovering it was a fake and putting it back, Zhaan was feeling well-rested. So well-rested she was tipped back on her favorite stool, with her feet propped on the counter while she read a graphic novel called "The Ascendancy: Broken Realities".
*wanders off to find breakfast* *pauses to stare at winamp*
*wanders off to find breakfast* *pauses to stare at winamp*
Sanctity - Tuesday
Tuesday, January 2nd, 2007 12:18 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_bigguy_/The big man with silver lenses for eyes is back behind the counter of Zhaan's shop, after a bit of an absence. Today, he's lounging around with a newspaper and a cup of coffee, occasionally wiping down the counter for no discernible reason. The basset hound is sleeping near the door.
(copious apologies for the extended absence... RL kicked my butt something fierce.)
(copious apologies for the extended absence... RL kicked my butt something fierce.)
Evening: Sanctity
Wednesday, December 6th, 2006 07:36 pmnotavegetarian.livejournal.comZhaan was sprawled (if you could be sprawled on a stool), her feet propped up on the counter, and her body tipped back and leaning companionably into the wall. With her bare toes occasionally bobbing to the music, she was utterly engrossed in a novel.
It was possible that A Suitable Vengeance wasn't her normal fare for reading, but the mystery and dramatic events were rather engrossing.
It was possible that A Suitable Vengeance wasn't her normal fare for reading, but the mystery and dramatic events were rather engrossing.
Sanctity: Friday, early afternoon
Friday, November 24th, 2006 02:28 pmnotavegetarian.livejournal.comIt had been one of those strange weeks. With the whole of America seeming to plan on shutting down for the latter half of it, Zhaan had found that every call she made regarding the still unpaid invoices meant leaving messages. As frustrating as that was, she now had documentation to prove she was attempting what was required of her.
With that out of the way, she settled down in the shop to ponder, perhaps, rearranging her stock. Perhaps a little cleaning might also be in order.
With that out of the way, she settled down in the shop to ponder, perhaps, rearranging her stock. Perhaps a little cleaning might also be in order.
Sanctity: Eveningish
Tuesday, November 14th, 2006 09:16 pmnotavegetarian.livejournal.comThe stack of invoices had disappeared, which left Zhaan with little to do but twiddle her thumbs. Rather than do that, she eyed the dust on the shelves and sighed. It was a job that never ended.
Grabbing the feather duster, she started in the back and worked her way to the front. Pretty soon, she was singing along with the radio, though she didn't quite know the words.
Grabbing the feather duster, she started in the back and worked her way to the front. Pretty soon, she was singing along with the radio, though she didn't quite know the words.
Sanctity: Mid-afternoon
Sunday, November 12th, 2006 02:36 pmnotavegetarian.livejournal.comHaving had a very stern conversation with her accountant several days before, Zhaan had been rather busy with a stack of invoices that needed to be considered and either paid or refused. Several of them didn't even seem to belong to her, and tracking down just why invoices for 'pod erectors' had been sent to her rather than to somewhere in New Mexico, she didn't know.
Most of the stack was completed, but she was still investigating the last of them, perched on a stool.
If nothing else, Gabriel was keeping her company.
Most of the stack was completed, but she was still investigating the last of them, perched on a stool.
If nothing else, Gabriel was keeping her company.
Evening: Sanctity
Friday, September 22nd, 2006 07:57 pmnotavegetarian.livejournal.comZhaan was dusting with a will. Her long absence trip to Peru, Vienna and Venice had left a veritable mountain of dust on her wares. With a grimace, she also began sorting out herbs that were a bit on the, shall we say, musty side.
The place smelled like a perfumery had been dropped on top of a beauty shop before she was half done.
Batou had fled at the first sign of trouble, taking Gabriel with him.
[Yes, I live.]
The place smelled like a perfumery had been dropped on top of a beauty shop before she was half done.
Batou had fled at the first sign of trouble, taking Gabriel with him.
[Yes, I live.]
Sanctity - Wednesday
Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006 12:49 pmhttp://users.livejournal.com/_bigguy_/The shop was open, as usual, but today Batou was lounging behind the counter, tinkering with something. It might have been the radio, it might have been an electric mixer, it was in too many pieces to tell. Zhann was occupied somewhere else, while the dog snored by the front door.
[Be around for a few hours to answer replies--he doesn't bite, honest.]
[Be around for a few hours to answer replies--he doesn't bite, honest.]
Sanctity, late Saturday night.
Sunday, August 20th, 2006 02:50 amhttp://users.livejournal.com/_bigguy_/Usually, he avoided the roof. Zhaan spent too much time up there, doing god knew what, though he had a vague inkling and didn't want to think about it much more than that.
Still, there was a wood bench there, flanked by a few potted plants and an unobstructed view of the night sky, with it's vast scattering of stars.
He'd never really been the kind of person who sat there staring at the stars, wondering if there was life somewhere else in all that empty space. Probably for the best... he knew there was, now, and it might have tainted the spectacle for him. So he wasn't stargazing. Just sitting, listening to the eerie quiet in his own head, the lack of all the usual net chatter that filtered through his cyberbrain when he was home. No one on the island was so equipped, and so all he ever caught was the occasional radio broadcast from the school, not that he paid it much mind.
Maybe that was why he was on the roof. He felt disconnected, alone. Out of reach of the net, out of her reach. He hadn't realized before how much he depended on that promise of hers, that she'd always be ghosting along behind him in that vast sea of information.
He looked upward at the sky. She wasn't here with him. Maybe that was why he watched the stars.
Still, there was a wood bench there, flanked by a few potted plants and an unobstructed view of the night sky, with it's vast scattering of stars.
He'd never really been the kind of person who sat there staring at the stars, wondering if there was life somewhere else in all that empty space. Probably for the best... he knew there was, now, and it might have tainted the spectacle for him. So he wasn't stargazing. Just sitting, listening to the eerie quiet in his own head, the lack of all the usual net chatter that filtered through his cyberbrain when he was home. No one on the island was so equipped, and so all he ever caught was the occasional radio broadcast from the school, not that he paid it much mind.
Maybe that was why he was on the roof. He felt disconnected, alone. Out of reach of the net, out of her reach. He hadn't realized before how much he depended on that promise of hers, that she'd always be ghosting along behind him in that vast sea of information.
He looked upward at the sky. She wasn't here with him. Maybe that was why he watched the stars.
Morning, Sanctity
Friday, August 4th, 2006 07:14 amnotavegetarian.livejournal.comIn an unprecedented move, Zhaan opened the shop when the sun began climbing the sky.
The perspective of being there with the light at a different angle was a novelty which quickly wore off, and she set to making plansfor piracy for talking to her accountant.
[I am off to work, but can answer via email. tgif, baby.]
The perspective of being there with the light at a different angle was a novelty which quickly wore off, and she set to making plans
[I am off to work, but can answer via email. tgif, baby.]
Early afternoon, Sanctity
Wednesday, June 21st, 2006 01:27 pmnotavegetarian.livejournal.comIn an unprecedented move, Zhaan opened the shop during the day. She'd briefly considered hanging out in the garden, but decided her accountant's ever-present urges to actually conduct business should probably be heeded.
As there always was, with plants and herbs and spices from beyondthe grave stars, there was dust.
Zhaan set to with a will and a brilliantly-coloured feather duster.
((Yes. Am still here. Promises schmosises, am at work. Disturbingly, can access lj now. o.O))
As there always was, with plants and herbs and spices from beyond
Zhaan set to with a will and a brilliantly-coloured feather duster.
((Yes. Am still here. Promises schmosises, am at work. Disturbingly, can access lj now. o.O))
Evening, Sanctity
Thursday, June 1st, 2006 07:39 pmnotavegetarian.livejournal.comAfter spending the afternoon taking cuttings and talking to her plants, Zhaan settled into the shop to prepare several of the piles for drying. Carefully bundling some and flattening others, she worked with music playing in the background.
Her thoughts were still caught up in the past, and she felt oddly homesick as she seperated leaves and stems.
For once, Delvia had never seemed so far away.
Her thoughts were still caught up in the past, and she felt oddly homesick as she seperated leaves and stems.
For once, Delvia had never seemed so far away.
Late afternoon/evening: Sanctity
Wednesday, May 31st, 2006 06:51 pmnotavegetarian.livejournal.comAfter basking in the sunlight for a time, Zhaan wandered into the shop and began checking her stock. Some of it was old enough to be thrown away. A pile of discarded herbs began to grow on the counter. She made careful checkmarks and notations in her accounts book.
Her accountant would be pleased about the notations, though less pleased about the depreciation and stock write-offs.
Still, it could be worse.
Besides, there was good music to listen to. And the scent of crushed herbs began to mix and fill the shop with pleasantly strong scents.
Her accountant would be pleased about the notations, though less pleased about the depreciation and stock write-offs.
Still, it could be worse.
Besides, there was good music to listen to. And the scent of crushed herbs began to mix and fill the shop with pleasantly strong scents.
Sanctity, Evening
Saturday, May 27th, 2006 07:33 pmnotavegetarian.livejournal.comSo, evening probably wasn't the best time to open the shop, but Zhaan had been a bit busy for a while not out stealing famous art treasures, really. Please ignore the Picasso hanging over the back window.
The shop, in fact, was almost dusty.
With a muttered curse, she flipped the radio onto something rather loud and bouncy and attacked the dustballs with a duster.
[ooc: my rather large apologies to all, especially Stark's player whom I ran out on in the midst of a conversation. If you'd like to finish the conversation, we can. *headdesk*]
The shop, in fact, was almost dusty.
With a muttered curse, she flipped the radio onto something rather loud and bouncy and attacked the dustballs with a duster.
[ooc: my rather large apologies to all, especially Stark's player whom I ran out on in the midst of a conversation. If you'd like to finish the conversation, we can. *headdesk*]
Evening, Sanctity
Saturday, May 13th, 2006 09:11 pmnotavegetarian.livejournal.comPerhaps she should have opened the shop earlier, but Zhaan was distracted by the never-ending rain. (srsly. We haven't seen sunlight since Tuesday. SEND HELP.) While her garden would survive the deluge, she wasn't particularly fond of being soaked to the skin. It was easier to simply meditate in her room.
Now, though, the shop was slightly dusty (Batou was a horrible housekeeper), Gabriel was sleeping under one of the plant stands, and Zhaan had a duster.
Music wafted from the speakers.
Now, though, the shop was slightly dusty (Batou was a horrible housekeeper), Gabriel was sleeping under one of the plant stands, and Zhaan had a duster.
Music wafted from the speakers.
Afternoon, Sanctity
Sunday, May 7th, 2006 12:40 pmnotavegetarian.livejournal.comAfter having gotten brunch for herself (and not Batou, since he could bloody well fend for himself), Zhaan settled into the shop with some random paperwork possibly plotting another caper.
Her radio had an rather eclectic mix of songs playing. She was not, sadly, wearing bunny slippers.
[ooc: should be around a bit. Am sorting comics, though, so may be slightly slow to reply. omg. so much painful art. *burninates Liefeld*]
Her radio had an rather eclectic mix of songs playing. She was not, sadly, wearing bunny slippers.
[ooc: should be around a bit. Am sorting comics, though, so may be slightly slow to reply. omg. so much painful art. *burninates Liefeld*]
Afternoon, Sanctity
Saturday, April 8th, 2006 03:13 pmnotavegetarian.livejournal.comHaving awakened in the garden with the morning dew beading her skin, Zhaan had then made her way inside for breakfast. While worried about Aeryn and John, she did become mildly distracted whilst watching public television, especially their speculations about life on Titan.
She did, however, eventually make her way to the shop and open it.
She did, however, eventually make her way to the shop and open it.
Mid-afternoon, Sanctity
Sunday, April 2nd, 2006 01:57 pmnotavegetarian.livejournal.comThe unsettled feeling still remained, but Zhaan was attempting to ignore it. Assiduous dusting had the shelves gleaming, and the herbs were carefully arranged to an inch.
On the radio was a mellow mix, helping the calm slowly circulating through her mind.
On the radio was a mellow mix, helping the calm slowly circulating through her mind.
Sanctity, Saturday morning
Saturday, March 25th, 2006 09:36 amnotavegetarian.livejournal.comOnly a delvian would be up before noon on a Saturday.
This delvian was perched on her stool, reading textbooks on physics. The music coming from the radio was a mishmash of styles, possibly from a hacked satellite.
This delvian was perched on her stool, reading textbooks on physics. The music coming from the radio was a mishmash of styles, possibly from a hacked satellite.
Sanctity, Tuesday
Tuesday, March 21st, 2006 11:33 amhttp://users.livejournal.com/_bigguy_/Sanctity is open as usual, and today, Batou is actually lurking behind the counter, reading a newspaper. The dog is sleeping on the floor near the door of the shop. Jazz music is playing quietly from a radio somewhere out of sight.
((OOC: Have been horribly absent from the game... midterms kicked my ass. Back now, and on vacation this week.))
((OOC: Have been horribly absent from the game... midterms kicked my ass. Back now, and on vacation this week.))
Late evening, Sanctity
Tuesday, March 14th, 2006 10:33 pmnotavegetarian.livejournal.comHer worktable was filled with notes. Not that she thought she needed notes, but, hey, Zhaan figured being prepared was, well, being prepared. A good thing.
After all, it was laughable that she should need any sort of study to talk about plants.
Gabriel decided to interject a comment, and Zhaan blinked down at the dog who'd nuzzled her leg. "Yes? Do you need to go out? Food?" It was such a pity dogs couldn't talk. The dog poked her with a cold nose again, and Zhaan sighed and stood up, abandoning the pages.
"Very well," she made sure the bell hung free on the shop door, then headed through the back and out into the garden, Gabriel happily padding after her.
The radio played on into the stillness.
After all, it was laughable that she should need any sort of study to talk about plants.
Gabriel decided to interject a comment, and Zhaan blinked down at the dog who'd nuzzled her leg. "Yes? Do you need to go out? Food?" It was such a pity dogs couldn't talk. The dog poked her with a cold nose again, and Zhaan sighed and stood up, abandoning the pages.
"Very well," she made sure the bell hung free on the shop door, then headed through the back and out into the garden, Gabriel happily padding after her.
The radio played on into the stillness.
Sanctity, Sunday, Sunday, Sunday
Sunday, March 12th, 2006 01:56 pmnotavegetarian.livejournal.comZhaan was making notes.
The shop was open, a decently warmish (well, to those who could alter their body's internal temperature) breeze floating in through the two open windows, dispelling the slightly musty smell permeating the air.
In the back garden, plants which had hibernated for the winter were beginning to stir again, as spring approached like an invading army.
There might even have been the occasional bird making twittery noises.
The shop was open, a decently warmish (well, to those who could alter their body's internal temperature) breeze floating in through the two open windows, dispelling the slightly musty smell permeating the air.
In the back garden, plants which had hibernated for the winter were beginning to stir again, as spring approached like an invading army.
There might even have been the occasional bird making twittery noises.
Sanctity, Evening
Monday, March 6th, 2006 09:19 pmnotavegetarian.livejournal.comAnother week, another night, another Monday. Zhaan was beginning to understand the loathing for Monday as she poked around the shop, hunting dustbunnies. It was so... Monday. And irritating (possibly, that was Batou, though Zhaan was firmly convinced it was Monday).
There was music playing again, this time something vaguely poppy.
There was music playing again, this time something vaguely poppy.
Eveningish, Sanctity
Tuesday, February 28th, 2006 07:46 pmnotavegetarian.livejournal.comThe day has been... not exactly lovely, but not exactly awful, either. Having spent the morning sitting in her garden, letting the ambient light bake into her skin while she meditated.
So, really, the day was better than it could have been.
Opening the shop, she paused to look at the street, then turned back and began dusting the shelves with a vengeance. While Gabriel cowered underneath the desk.
So, really, the day was better than it could have been.
Opening the shop, she paused to look at the street, then turned back and began dusting the shelves with a vengeance. While Gabriel cowered underneath the desk.
Sanctity, Evening
Monday, February 20th, 2006 07:39 pmnotavegetarian.livejournal.comZhaan had, once again, given up on getting any sort of conversation out of Batou that didn't involve boxing. Not that she disliked boxing, but even a member of the Delvian Seek can't talk about it every day for a week straight.
Opening the shop in the evening was unusual, but it gave her something to do. The shelves, for instance, needed dusting.
Prodding the dog (who apparently was bored with the upstairs) out of her way as she crossed back and forth over the floor, Zhaan found herself humming vaguely off-key along with the radio.
Opening the shop in the evening was unusual, but it gave her something to do. The shelves, for instance, needed dusting.
Prodding the dog (who apparently was bored with the upstairs) out of her way as she crossed back and forth over the floor, Zhaan found herself humming vaguely off-key along with the radio.
Sanctity: Late evening.
Friday, January 27th, 2006 09:11 pmnotavegetarian.livejournal.comThe snow was piling high outside the shop, but Zhaan wasn't too worried. After all, thanks to being a little paranoid, the backup generator she'd purchased second-hand was churning away, sending heat here and there. She didn't bother with electric lights, just left it warming things. Not that she needed the warmth, but her guest and his dog did.
Candles littered every available surface, providing a soft light.
Zhaan was sitting curled in a chair, making notations on a pad.It was possible it was a novel, or a treatise upon the proper care of one's plants.
Candles littered every available surface, providing a soft light.
Zhaan was sitting curled in a chair, making notations on a pad.
Evening: Sanctity
Wednesday, December 7th, 2005 07:49 pmnotavegetarian.livejournal.comHaving spent the day meditating in her room and ponder life, Zhaan figures it would be good to open the shop.
Besides, it will give her something to do before she needs to sleep again.
Flipping the radio on, she absently sketches out plans fora heist the garden, come spring.
Besides, it will give her something to do before she needs to sleep again.
Flipping the radio on, she absently sketches out plans for
Sanctity: Open
Thursday, November 3rd, 2005 02:43 pmnotavegetarian.livejournal.comAbsently, Zhaan dusted the top of the register, then moved around the shop, poking at things here and there. It was busy-work, something to do while her mind plotted.
Turning a stone paperweight around, she started humming.
The song was an old Delvian air, a praise to the Goddess and her benevolence, the music slightly lilting and lovely.The song did not contain linoleum, however.
Turning a stone paperweight around, she started humming.
The song was an old Delvian air, a praise to the Goddess and her benevolence, the music slightly lilting and lovely.