fandomtownies | Friday, March 13th, 2009

Friday, March 13th, 2009

Tyler could not find any coffee at 13 Griffin Way.

This was a tragedy.

But it was a nice-ish -- well, free of harpies, anyhow -- morning, and he had nothing but time on his hands, so he went to the Perk to get his caffeine fix. Someone had left a self-help brochure on the table he sat at; the cover asked, in balloon font, "DO YOU LIKE YOURSELF?" Tyler was pretty sure whoever was printing the pamphlets wanted to be paid a lot of money if the answer was no.

It took him a moment's thought to realize that, these days, the answer was yes for him. He was a hypocrite and possessive and insane and would never be the person he really wanted to be. But it was possible the person he was these days was almost enough.

It was repulsive, how warm and fuzzy he felt about this as he sipped at his coffee.

[OOC: Open! I got #91 for the prompt.]

blinkandsneeze.livejournal.com

It was an ordinary day, really, though Viki for some reason found herself musing on the ethics of murder—she suspected that train of thought might have come from the murder mystery she’d been reading late last night—and if she, herself, would be able to kill people.

Except, Viki quickly realized, the point was rather moot. She already had killed people before, that’s what happened when you were in the army. (Five times over.) And really, in war, most people thought that was quite acceptable.

Hmmm.

Strokes of Genius is Open.

[No. 45 for the prompt!]

senor-chado.livejournal.com

There would be no putzing around and being lazy today. There was nothing quite like a harpy invasion to remind one's self that being an assistant manager sometimes meant a lot of work. It wasn't as if Chad minded, though. He actually liked the work. When he wasn't down in the store, trying to take a careful inventory of exactly which CDs had been used as ammo, he was outside, with a big mop and a big bucket and cleaning up the roof, the windows, the side of the building...just about everything, really.

The music in the store was pumped up especially loud so that he could still hear it when he was working outside.

Today's Mix: Fun Run One and Fun Run Two

Groovy Tunes is open!

not-a-mused.livejournal.com

So, Cal really shouldn't have been surprised that something like his girlfriend's birthday would align with Friday the Thirteenth. Not that he was a particularly superstitious guy or anything, but he was already slightly nervous about the whole thing, which was stupid. It was just dinner, right? Forget the fact that he'd promised to make something for Claire and had to bear the brunt of possibly embarrassing himself immensely by finishing up that story and having it ready for her. It was a good story, though; he just hoped it wasn't too cheesy.

He did have a back-up, too, which caused him to spend a bit more time than usual in the kitchen, trying to throw together a little birthday cake for her. The food worked really well last time, so he figured it couldn't hurt.

Today's Specials
Happy Birthday, Claire!
Anything Red i 25% off today.
No, ketchup doesn't count

Luke's is open!

talks2objects.livejournal.com

Dor was behind the counter drinking a chocolate milk and reading a comic book as the store chatted around him about various geeky topic.

The store was open and apparently in a chatty mood.

headkickpoet.livejournal.com

He needed to go see Pepper. Hadn't had a date in a bit, there'd been the whole dogs thing, plus the whole failure... incident.

And the harpies, Wednesday. Dammit. Had not checked in on her yet.

The Trooper Station was open for business as always, but Ray was absolutely not doing any paperwork whatsoever. He was kinda staring at the phone.

[ open! ]

chic-harper.livejournal.com

Harper had gotten a letter from her dad and brought it with her to work. She was a little too occupied with reading it to really fuss with changing any displays.

It was totally normal for her mom and dad to take separate vacations. Her mom had explained that they both really liked their alone time, and it was nice to get a break from their constant fighting. Except this time, Daddy had liked his separate vacation so much that he hadn't come home. In his letter, he had a lot to say about how much he liked Miami but he said nothing about when he was coming home.

So there was a rather gloomy Harper sitting around Things Reborn and re-reading the letter, as if she'd find some clue.

likes-chicken.livejournal.com

Hurley opened the shop, totally not noticing that they had a proper sign now.

Sometimes, we think he'd miss out on even grander things, even if they stared him in the face.

Poor Hugo Reyes. Not too observant, he.

The other sign, however, read as follows:

Covent Garden Flowers

Eliza Doolittle, prop.
Fresh flowers from nosegays to bouquets!
Delivery available upon request.

Now Hiring for Wednesday Position

[ooc: Post open and OCD free today!]

montecito-east.livejournal.com

Even though she hadn't been drinking last night, Mary was feeling pretty sluggish today. She had a pile of paperwork on the front desk, but she was more interested in her floaty pen with the little palm tree.

Someone really needed a vacation.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Tempura-Fried Fish Tacos with Tropical Salsa

new-to-liirness.livejournal.com

Liir absently remembered something about days like this and how they were supposed to be unlucky, but not enough to actually care much. As such, he was in on time, had things set up, and was behind the counter soon enough.

Book Haven was open.

[and ocd less]

allyofthevarden.livejournal.com

It was Friday, which meant if anyone was looking for Arya, she could be found at Coyote Medicine.

COYOTE MEDICINE Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services THE MEDICINE MAN IS IN (somewhere around here)

[OOC: OCD ~~coming~~ up!]

the_merriest

Okay, so she'd kinda brought some extra toys for Janice. That was a requirement, right?

She had to figure out if somewhere had, like, plush guns. It was only fitting.

The Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center was totally open.

Current Mood: cheerful

swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com

So far, 19* was treating Claire pretty well, Friday the 13th birthday or no. After bowling in gym class, she'd talked her mother out of opening the UCLA envelope that had come for Claire and into forwarding it to her at school, then she'd gotten a box of gifts from her family. She wore the scarf David had sent her around her neck as she picked Cal up at the diner, and she had to admit the sign made her feel pretty special.

Of course, she couldn't just tell him that and leave it there.

"If you make the mariachi guys sing to me, I'll stab you with a spoon," she lovingly informed him as they were shown to their seats.

[OOC: *I think Claire's several months older than she should be, but 3/13/83 is the birthdate in her obituary, so canon is canon, even if the writers ignored her grade and how old she implied she was onscreen in picking it. La. Anyhow, for Caaaaaaal and probably SP, though the restaurant's a public place.]

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

So. The apartment was currently a fucking mess. There was glass and blood and fucking apartments seemed to have exploded and there was no way in hell Loki was repairing that shit himself. He'd spent all fucking day on the phone with contractors and renters, cursing each one of them out in his own special way before turning his phone off and huffing it down to Caritas.

And there was no fucking bartender, of course. So, he came back behind the bar, shoved his phone in Tino's hands and told him to take any messages if the phone rang. Tino tried to protest but Loki shut him up with a glare. With one longing look at the alcohol, he grabbed a bottle of water and took up the post behind the bar.

He really didn't want to be a fucking landlord tonight so he'd just be a bartender. And Tino would be his secretary. It worked out.

Current Mood: busy

Fandom High RPG

About the Game

---       Master Game Index
---       Thinking of Joining?
---       IC Community Tags
---       Application Information
---       Existing Character Directory

For Business Owners/Employees

If changes need to be made to the entry for a fictional business your character owns or works at, please drop a comment right to the entry page for that business, and we'll update it for you ASAP!

If your character is a new business owner, please use the New Business Form to give us your information, and we'll create an entry for the business.

---       All Businesses
---       NPC-owned
---       Completely NPC

In-Character Comms

School and Grounds
---       Fandom High School
---       Staff Lounge
---       TA Lounge
---       Student Dorms

Around the Island
---       Fandom Town
---       Fandom Clinic

Communications
---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU

Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun

⚙

Disclaimer

Fandom High is a not-for-profit text-based game/group writing exercise, featuring fictional characters and settings from a variety of creators, used without permission but for entertainment purposes only.

Navigation

Fandom Island and Town

Friday, March 13th, 2009

Friday, March 13th, 2009

The Perk, Friday Morning

Strokes of Genius, Friday

Groovy Tunes; Friday [ 03/13 ].

Luke's Diner; Friday [ 03/13 ].

Android's Dungeon: Friday

Trooper Station, Friday

Things Reborn, Friday [3/13]

Covent Garden Flowers, Friday 3/13

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday [3/13]

Book Haven - Friday, 3/13

Coyote Medicine, Friday

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

El Burrito Loco, Friday Evening

Caritas, Friday

Fandom High RPG

Tags