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no-archangel.livejournal.com

Gabriel chose not to try and explain to himself why he had returned to the place where he had lived through the aftermath of his most humiliating defeat. He was an archangel and had been turned into a monkey, a human. Yes, there had been a lesson to learn from it, and that had stayed with him, but it didn't mean he liked to think of it often.

Cat yawned and found a comfortable spot on one of the pews. She had stayed with him ever since Karal had brought her to Gabriel in this very church, claiming that he needed company. Perhaps he had been right, but Gabriel didn't think of that often either.

He folded his wings, hiding them, and remained perched on one of the beams, like some accidental sculpture.

[Open! Come and chat with the archangel.]

dawn-bearer.livejournal.com

No devil behind the bar tonight.

No, tonight was for piano playing. He was in a mood.

[[OOC: Mod Musubi for fast service until 8:00 CST!]]

dawn-bearer.livejournal.com

Lucifer was behind the bar this evening. Not serving drinks, or course, merely there because it had been some time since last worked.

It was entertaining to say the least. Perhaps next time he'd even wear an apron.

[[ooc: On SP until my class lets out, hopefully by 8-ish CST! Mod Musubi for quick service.]]

dawn-bearer.livejournal.com

Musubi was in charge of the bar this evening. She was pleased as there had been very little for her to do with the boy and the little winged god working.

Far too clean. They never left anything for her to do.

So she dropped a jar of olives.

palestshadow.livejournal.com

Naminé wasn't her usual white dress again today. She'd be back to it soon enough, she just felt colorful at the moment. Festive.

BE OUR GUEST!
Have dessert! It's on the house!

This had nothing to do with Student Council, which Naminé wasn't aware she was running for. It simply seemed like a good day to share dessert.

There was another sign in the window:

HELP WANTED
Inquire within!

Naminé would certainly tell any curious potential employees about the fabulous benefits of working here. Such as the pepper-shaker pressing food on you when it was slow and the cheese-grater meddling in your love life. Yes, those were benefits.

Café Fina was open.

dawn-bearer.livejournal.com

Lucifer was behind the bar this evening, wearing one of the few shirts that had not been pilfered by a certain doctor. He was contemplating simply moving his wardrobe to Wilson and Aziraphale's home to save on the trouble.

It was certainly and interesting idea.

dawn-bearer.livejournal.com

Musubi was finding very little for herself to do with so many of the other employees spending their shifts cleaning.

She was half tempted to 'accidentally' drop a bottle just so there was something for her to do.

And it certainly didn't help that her employer was busy playing the piano this evening, not even ordering a drink.

Such a bore.

a-phale.livejournal.com

Aziraphale was pretty certain he'd only managed to convince Lucifer to come sparring with him because the Adversary figured it would be the easiest way to get him to shut up about it. It wasn't like anyone had any doubts that one of them would be getting their arse kicked, and it wouldn't be the retired Prince of Hell. But Aziraphale also figured it would be a good learning experience for him. After all, if he was going to continue getting into fights with godlings and the angry shades of the divine dead, it might behoove him to get used to fighting something a great deal stronger than him.

Also, for some reason, Wilson was very decidedly behind this plan, and probably wouldn't have let the angel back down from it anyway.

So there they were, wings flared and swords flashing, dueling in the middle of the park.

[ooc: Sparring is for the two angels only, but the post is open for anyone to stop and watch -- they might even take a minute to talk -- or to use for other non-sparring purposes. They're only using one small section of the park, so feel free to not notice if you prefer.

dawn-bearer.livejournal.com

There was no Lucifer behind the bar tonight, no he was sitting at the end, far away from any customers. Reading something that might not even have a spoken language to name any more.

It might be best to just ask Musubi for a drink

[[ooc: Not here until late in the evening, plz mod Musubi for fast service!]]

a-phale.livejournal.com

A successful first class of the semester had Aziraphale feeling particularly chipper as he went about opening up the Nest. He was still dressed in his snazzy "teacher suit", seeing no point in changing for the evening. Once the drink specials were written up, he put some upbeat swing music on the jukebox and hummed to himself as he worked behind the bar.

Tonight's Drink Specials
Too Cool for School
Teacher's Pet
School Bus

dawn-bearer.livejournal.com

There were new people in town this week. Interesting.

Lucifer opened the club, as usual, taking his place behind the bar. Musubi was there, of course, in case someone wanted their drink a touch quicker. What? He was the former prince of Hell, he would take his sweet time with that drink.

[[ooc: mostly here, but with periods of AFK due to BBQing]]

a-phale.livejournal.com

It was Tuesday, which meant Aziraphale was behind the bar at the Nest, polishing glasses and working a crossword all at the same time. And he was in a pretty cheerful mood, thanks to the recent departure of a certain crazy woman in pink.

Tonight's Drink Specials
Celebration
Victory Collins
Happy Ending

[ooc: I'm AFK until later this evening, please mod Musubi in the meantime.]

dawn-bearer.livejournal.com

After the previous weekend, Lucifer was quite reasonably looking forward to a nice quiet evening at the bar. Well, Musubi would be at the bar, actually.

He was in a piano playing mood.

iftheseshadows.livejournal.com

Neil was a bit late opening the Nest tonight.

It totally was not because he'd been busy gleeing over his flawless skin and thinking about tomorrow night.

Nope, not at all.

Though, the blush he showed to the demonness as he scampered though the door looked really nice on his pale cheeks!

sound-loyalty.livejournal.com

Kabuto was only a little bit late for work, but Musubi had already opened the bar for him. He nodded his thanks to her as he made sure the place was clean, then took his place behind the bar. Pulling out his notebook, he went back to the project he'd been working on for the past few days.

a-phale.livejournal.com

Aziraphale made short work of readying the club, writing up the specials, and putting the music on the jukebox. Then he settled on a stool behind the bar and poured himself a glass of the strongest Scotch Lucifer had in stock.

He figured he'd earned it today.

Today's Drink Specials:
Nutty Bitch
Winds of War martini
French Revolution

dawn-bearer.livejournal.com

Lucifer was behind the bar this evening, waiting for a certain upset doctor to arrive for their usual get-together.

There might even be extra wine out for the occasion.

Musubi? Waiting for the entertainment to start.

dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com

It was dark by the time Wilson reached Fandom, quite dark and quite late but he wasn't really aware of the time.

He'd spent most of the drive remember the good times with House and quietly mourning the loss of what had been a very important friendship in his life. Wilson tried to tell himself that he shouldn't think in terms of absolutes but he had to accept the fact that it was going to be awhile before he could even think of speaking to House again.

These thoughts stuck with him as he pulled his luggage out of the boot of the Aston Martin and began to make his way through the streets of Fandom. He made it as far as the park before being distracted by a certain park bench.

For some strange reason, he'd remembered that tonight was supposed to be the most active night for the Perseid Meteors and it seemed a good idea to sit down on the bench and perhaps search the night sky for the bright streaks of atmospheric fireworks. Setting his luggage behind the bench, Wilson settled down and looked up towards the night sky in an attempt to remind himself that the week's past events were actually quite small in the grand scheme of things.

[ooc: It's a parks and parks are open...even late in the evening! :)]

a-phale.livejournal.com

Now that Wilson was gone back to New Jersey to find out what the hell was going on back at PPTH, Aziraphale found himself with a lot of fretful energy on his hands.

So once the drink specials were chosen, he set about cleaning the place from top to bottom.

Between him and Neil, the Devil's Nest was probably the cleanest business in town.

Tonight's Drink Specials
Doctor
House Destruction
Mess You Up

dawn-bearer.livejournal.com

Musubi was behind the bar this evening in stead of the master of the establishment.

Instead of taking his usual place serving drinks, Lucifer was at the piano. Certain unpleasant feelings did not make for a particularly happy devil.

It would be best to simply ignore him.

a-phale.livejournal.com

After a ~~totally handwavy~~ shopping trip to the mainland with Wilson, Aziraphale was all spiffed out in one of the new suits he'd bought. A very expensive new suit. It looked quite good on him.

He had a slip of paper in his pocket, which he intended for a certain shirt-destroying Prince of Hell.

Tonight's Drink Specials
Lucifer's Tears
A Short Trip to Hell
SHe's Paying

bluth-illusions.livejournal.com

There was a sign posted at the front door:

G.O.B. Bluth Presents:
The Third Annual
Three Minute Dates @ Caritas
hosted by A Matchmaker Named G.O.B.

However, the sign fell over because GOB had bought really cheap sign-making materials. But if people didn't know about the event, that wouldn't necessarily stop GOB from roping them in.

On the stage at precisely 5:55 PM, the familiar opening of "The Final Countdown" blared and GOB strutted out onto the stage to set the mood. With illusions. There was the standard prancing and hankies and brandishing of knives, and it ended after a couple minutes with GOB wheeling a heart-shaped ring of fire out onto stage and releasing a flock of doves to fly through it.

After Tino got the resulting minor fire under control, GOB stepped up to the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, it doesn't matter who you are. If you're a dateless wonder or a complete slut, this night is for you. You'll get to meet several people of some gender and maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to convince them to come home with you. And that, my friends, is the magic--" a large blast of smoke went off behind GOB and a banner that looked much like the sign up from - aside from the fact that the banner had yet to fall apart - dropped down behind GOB, "-- of Three Minute Dates at Caritas. My name is GOB Bluth and I'll be your host."

"When I call your name and the name of someone else, you will find each other, look longingly into each others' eyes, and figure out whether or not you give a damn about whatever they're talking about. If you do, remember that for later because you'll have to do the same thing four more times and then it's a battle of trying to figure out who you want to do more! And if everything goes!"

"Oh, and we had way too many guys again so enjoy your gay dates. Oh, and Round 4 is the gay round so everyone have fun, especially the ladies!"

[OOC: Three minutes equals ten comments for our purposes. That's five comments per person. Try your very best to get it wrapped up in that time. You do NOT have to do these in chronological order. Do them as people are available. Just try not to Joss yourself.

Remember, if you slap someone, you will be teleported out of the club and will have to make your way back.

If you can't get through all of your dates today, you can slowplay, don't worry!

Any necessary announcements will be made up here.

OCD IS UP! Thanks and have fun!]

dawn-bearer.livejournal.com

Why yes, there was still a cat laying about on the bar tonight. Tonight, however, there was also a fallen one back there so there was less of a chance of attacking going on.

Hopefully.

If Kabuto knew what was good for him, that is.

dawn-bearer.livejournal.com

No Setsuna this evening and Lucifer was in a surprisingly social mood. This meant he was behind the bar instead of off doing whatever a retired angel did.

No, not shuffleboard.

sound-loyalty.livejournal.com

It was just another day for the ninja, so it was probably a good thing that he was opening the bar instead of someone who would rather be celebrating. The place was fairly clean already, so he merely straightened a few things before sitting down behind the bar with a book.

dawn-bearer.livejournal.com

There were yet more children in town now. How utterly thrilling.

Lucifer took his place behind the bar, a glass of wine next to him as he read a book. What? He owned the place, it wasn't as if he wouldn't notice any customers should they happen upon the club.

sound-loyalty.livejournal.com

Kabuto made sure the bar was clean before opening. He also checked, just to be absolutely sure, that the bottles had not been creatively rearranged again.

Running out of things to do, he began color-coding the little drink umbrellas. Mazikeen wasn't there to tell him not to touch them, after all.

tricksy-spy.livejournal.com

Aly had gotten bored of being in her apartment so she decided to take herself out for a walk. Possibly down to the beach eventually or possibly just to the Perk because Gods know when you're bored, caffeine is the best remedy.

But for now, she was walking through the Park, not finding the darkness bothersome at all.

[OOC: For someone who knows who he is, but also open as parks are]

no-archangel.livejournal.com

He should really improve the library here, Gabriel told himself. The Bible and the hymnbooks didn't last that long and it looked like he might be stuck here for some time.

[The church is open]

Current Mood: bored

iftheseshadows.livejournal.com

Neil was in his usual good humor as he headed into the Nest for the evening. As the bar seemed to be all neat and tidy he planned to turn his attention to the lounge and the dance floor for his cleaning habits tonight.

In the meantime, he made sure the pretzel bowls were full and the bar was welcoming before he opened the doors.

sound-loyalty.livejournal.com

It didn't take too long to get the Devil's Nest into cleaned-and-ready condition. Of course, that could have been because Kabuto was bored and practicing with cloning, so it hadn't taken nearly as long as it would have otherwise.

When the place was thoroughly cleaned, he opened it for business and settled in behind the bar. Tonight he had a notebook, and was writing a list in a foreign language ~~not unlike Japanese~~. Occasionally he'd look up, smirk, and go back to writing.

dawn-bearer.livejournal.com

The ducklings continued to swarm around his feet, but Lucifer paid them no mind.

Other than, that is, the strange appearance of crumbs nearby them to prevent the small birds from brooding on his shoes.

[[ooc: open as parks tend to be]]

solo_sword

Jaina still wasn't exactly sure why she had this job, except it got the owner to shut up. And upon finding out there was going to be a wedding reception here (and hey, didn't she meet Deadpool? she had no idea he was married), she really wasn't happy. Regardless, she set up the best she could, considering she'd never seen what a party here was supposed to look like.

She was trying to think of it in terms like "If this doesn't turn me to the dark side, I'm doing pretty good."

[Up omg early for party.]

dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com

Wilson was not ~~brooding~~ being melancholy. He was just taking the time to committ every last moment of the past weekend, when Marie called him Daddy to memory so that he might never risk forgetting it.

He was also out feeding the ducks. They all seemed a bit rough around the tail feathers after a weekend of weetinies running around and seemed like they could use the pampering. It didn't hurt that it was a beautiful morning.

So a certain doctor was out on the bench, with a sack of old scones and a mug of tea, feeding ducks.

[ooc: Wilson's thread is locked to thems who knows who they are, otherwise the park is free and open for your park like needs.]

dawn-bearer.livejournal.com

It was Friday night, and that meant half-priced drinks for teachers at the Devil's Nest. The trolls out front held a sign welcoming all the new teachers with cheap alcohol.

Because you had to have something to get through teaching at Fandom High.

dawn-bearer.livejournal.com

New people in town meant new potential customers. Mazikeen was getting the umbrellas out in preparation for more drinking selling.

At least, she hoped there would be more. Otherwise she was left with a surplus of tiny umbrellas which couldn't end well.

dawn-bearer.livejournal.com

The bar had an oppressive atmosphere tonight, seeming darker and gloomier than normal.

Mazikeen was ~~pouting by~~ leaning on the bar, no Lucifer in sight. It wasn't going to be a good night for bar goers.

[[ooc: in Michigan, response might be slow]]

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