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memberslonely.livejournal.com

Okay, so the weather wasn't all blue skies and sunshine. Didn't matter much to Lindsay because at least it wasn't freezing and snowing. She could handle blah-spring days, especially if it meant she could get the perk for her doublec caramel macchiato with extra whipped cream. Granted it was more dessert than coffee, but it still had caffeine and that's all that mattered.

She sat by the window watching people walk by and just enjoyed the moment for once.

[Open]

memberslonely.livejournal.com

Lindsay was at her desk looking over a case file her old partner had sent, reviewing evidence and statements for a homicide in her old district.

In a weird way it made her feel good to stretch those investigative muscles she used to have and contribute to her friends back home. And yet in another it felt good not to have to face a dead body every damn day at work.

So anyone walking in on Linz right now would find her in a thoughtful state as she paged through the report from home.

memberslonely.livejournal.com

Lindsay was eating a giant double cheeseburger with just about every topping imaginable along with a side of onion rings while reading an e-mail from her buddy Claire from home about the health benefits of eating soy based foods.

In response Linz send her a picture of the food she was eating along with a message saying "HELL NO."

Soy? Really?

memberslonely.livejournal.com

This morning Martha had decided to wake up at 3:30 in the blessed AM just because... well she could.

Therefore Lindsay was expected to be awake too. And no amount of offering of treats, walks or anything would put the dog back to sleep so Lindsay could sleep in as well.

So it was a very tired looking Lindsay who was in the office today, glaring at the dog that was fast asleep next to her desk.

At least until she dumped half a bottle of drinking water on Martha's head to wake her up.

"Serves you right," she grumbled when the dog yelped at her.

memberslonely.livejournal.com

This being a week of no holidays and a regular work week, Lindsay was doing her best to keep a positive attitude about her job.

However there was this huge urge to skip out early and hit the bar as soon as it opened.

Of course knowing Tony Stark, leaving early to go to a bar would be a employer sponsored activity.

Decisions, decisions, decisions.

memberslonely.livejournal.com

Lindsay was at her desk this morning writing out checks to local homeless shelters.

It was the spirit of the holidays that was motivating her. Not anything that happened over the weekend.

Really.

Any distraction would be welcome at this point.

memberslonely.livejournal.com

There was coffee and a mountain of paperwork on Lindsay's desk. A rather huge amount actually.

Anyone walking into her office right now would probably find Lindsay calculating either the amount of coffee it would take to finish the pile of paperwork versus just throwing it in the paper shredder and dealing with it later.

Right now that shredder was looking mighty attractive.

memberslonely.livejournal.com

Her security reports done for the day, Lindsay was sitting at her desk doing a little moonlighting.

No, Cybill Shepherd and Bruce Willis were not involved. Actually it was Linz going over a case report from her old partner back home with various images from the homicides brought up on the large monitors.

Despite the grotesque images, Lindsay looked and felt very much at home with the whole scenario.

[Open]

rocksthescarf.livejournal.com

Tino wanted to know where Marion was. It was Parents Weekend and the place was going to be busier than usual. He needed the help. He took the complaints to Chuck, who, for some reason, decided to come in super early with his mean dad and his creepy uncle.

"She's in the back stocking things," Chuck said. "Jack hit on her one too many times."

Tino stared.

"Ugh, I'll pay you double tonight if you stop staring at me right now," Chuck said as he re-filled his scotch. "So creepy."

[Yeah, I'm totally cheating. Mod Tino]

Current Mood: grumpy

suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com

Barney was smart and had purposefully blocked all outgoing mail from Fandom to his New York City (sorry, no luck for you, Robin) and so could blissfully oversee the gathering of guests, students, teachers, and townies happening in the park. The day was bright and sunny, regardless of what any weather reports might claim.

The Student Council had done a nice job getting things together to greet the visitors. A wide variety of sumptuous food was spread out on long tables at one end of the park. In the center were plenty of comfortable blue and gold tables and chairs perfect for sitting, chatting, and eating. To the other end of he park was the registration table where visitors could sign in and pickup their name tags.

Just above the registration area was a gaudy banner announcing the start of a calm and relaxing weekend. Okay, a weekend where Barney got a lot of popcorn to listen to radio.
Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2009!

[ OOC: DONE! Registration | Security | Food & Drink | Mingling | OOC ]

Current Mood: thoughtful

memberslonely.livejournal.com

There were few things in this world that are better than a big old juicy cheeseburger with a side of fries, and that's what Lindsay had in front of her at her desk. And judging from the way she was cramming it into her mouth you'd think Lindsay hadn't eaten in a week.

She of course had eaten every day this week. She just tended to eat like a trucker.

[open]

memberslonely.livejournal.com

Today Lindsay was on the phone bitching out one of Tony's department heads for violating certain security protocols regarding proprietary research.

By the time she was done with him she was pretty sure he was crying.

Good day!

[And Open]

memberslonely.livejournal.com

For once Lindsay wasn't working on Stark Industry security issues. Today she was working a case.

The call from Jacobi had come in early in the morning and for a brief few seconds, Lindsay thought she was back in San Francisco again when she heard that grizzled voice. It wasn't often that Warren admitted that he needed help but apparently Tom and him were getting a lot of heat on the case.

( Cut to spare the talky/murder scene parts )

Stark's was open. Be wary of the girl looking at crime scene photos.

Current Mood: busy

memberslonely.livejournal.com

Lindsay was doing "lunch" today via teleconference equipment with her friends back home. So far the conversation topics covered were:

1. Claire's kids
2. Jill's multiple dates this week.
3. How Cindy got arrested again for sneaking onto a crime scene.
4. What items Ronon could hide in his hair.

"Ew. Why would anyone hide a ham sandwich in their hair?"

"Why would anyone hide knives in their hair?"

"... I'll get back to you on that."

Current Mood: chipper

memberslonely.livejournal.com

Lindsay was going through some of the more dull and dry security audits from some of Stark Industries more industrial plants. Nothing was more boring than trying to find security access left open when a minor employee was terminated.

Which would explain the very big yawns and the frequent tips to the coffee machine this morning.

[Oh-so-open]

Current Mood: bored

memberslonely.livejournal.com

After swinging by her place to find some more appropriate clothes, Lindsay and her new female pal headed for the gym.

"Would you prefer just to beat the hell out of the punching bag or take few swings at me?" she joked as she held the door open for her companion.

[Lindsay is here with Ronon but open gym is open post!]

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Loki looked like the fucking maintenance woman. No, scratch that, Loki looked the maintenance woman who'd fucking lived here for awhile but with blonde hair. This sort of shit was not supposed to fucking affect him. He was a fucking angel with fucking powers and he was not supposed to randomly changed what type of vessel he was using.

"Fucking goddamn shitheaded piece of shit island," Loki said, grumpily sitting behind the counter for no good besides the fact that, if he was out in public, maybe he could mess with people's minds.

Still.

"This fucking body isn't the one I signed up for," he said, looking down at his expanded chest. "But the tits are kind of fucking nice."

Okay, so it wasn't all bad.

[yeah, like i wasn't going to open this. gwyneth paltrow used with permission from pepper's player!]

Current Mood: bitchy

memberslonely.livejournal.com

As grateful as she was to be back in the... dimension? Reality? World?

...

Fandom where she belonged, Lindsay couldn't help but wonder about that other place. What the hell had happened to cause all that? Did the alternate version of her go home to San Francisco? Did she stay in Fandom?

Much like the last few days, Lindsay was getting very little work done as she pondered the possibilities.

[Okay. LJ and Twitter down at the same time is WRONG.]

usedtotravel.livejournal.com

The good news was, a few people had woken up.

The bad news was, there were far, far more people still asleep, and it wasn't clear if they'd be waking up any time soon.

[OCD is up, thank you for waiting!]

intraspective

The hall was still full of sleepers.

Luckily, there was plenty of food, coffee, and other drinks around to keep the doctors, nurses, volunteers and worried folk awake and wired and ready to spot any changes in condition.

For her part, Ino dreamt of sleep. But not the creepy sort of sleep. She could live without that, thanks. Unfortunately, she didn't have the time to sleep right now and there was no point in complaining.

There was work to be done, after all.

[~~Wait for the OCD or I will sic tired grumpy Ino on you.~~ OCD is up, hurrah!]

intraspective

One mostly sleepless night for hapless clinic workers and volunteers? Check.

Rows and rows of sleeping people? Check and double check. The sleeping people were, in Ino's not-so-humble opinion, really freakin' creepy thank you ever so very much. She didn't like the numbers, at all. Or the fact that nothing yet could be done to wake them up.

(And, maybe okay, she also didn't like the fact that she hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, shut up.)

That didn't stop the nurses, volunteers, and coffee makers from chugging on bravely in the face of all that unrelenting sleep and making sure their patients were properly taken care off.

[~~Wait for the OCD or I will sic Ino on you~~ OCD is up, up and away!

ETA: Evening/Night post is here]

usedtotravel.livejournal.com

The calls had started early in the morning, and the patients had followed shortly after, all with the same problem - people had fallen asleep and couldn't be woken up. It didn't take long for it to become clear that the clinic wouldn't hold everyone - there really were a finite number of rooms in the place - and in quite possibly the only instance of anyone ever being grateful for the plague, it wasn't long before Martha, the nurses, and the town hall staff had figured out how to recreate the emergency clinic in the town hall. Cots were set up, supplies were brought over, and the rest of the clinic staff had been contacted. Now, all they needed was to get everyone rounded up to be taken care of, and to try to figure out what was wrong.

[ocd is up!]

memberslonely.livejournal.com

The "naps" and dreams that Lindsay were having continued through yesterday and were now lasting even longer. On Tuesday it just seemed like a few minutes. Yesterday she had fallen asleep twice for almost a half hour each time.

And now, in the middle of an e-mail home to Claire about her symptoms, Lindsay was fast asleep at her desk and it looked like she was going to wake up any time soon.

[Open for anyone who might try to wake the girl though she's in one of those two-hour sleeping deals.]

memberslonely.livejournal.com

Lindsay was bored out her mind and now hasseling friends back home in San Francisco for random bits of news. So far she's heard back that her ex-husband and his new wife are perfectly happy (Damn it), Claire's husband's paralysis was getting worse (Damn it), Jill was still single and "loving it" (not really a shock there) and Cindy had been thrown in jail three times in the last two months for sneaking into a crimes scene only to be released a few hours later with a stern warning (typical really).

This all led to a bunch of e-mails going back and forth between Cindy, Jill and Lindsay about how Lindsay needed to get on instant messaging and how much Lindsay was so not going to do that.

Clearly a lot of work was going to be accomplished today. Only not.

satedan-soldier.livejournal.com

Ronon had just wanted to go swimming. And since Lindsay had been the one who'd taught him the importance of swimwear, it had seemed appropriate to acquire her a properly sized bathing suit.

It wasn't his fault Barbies wore a lot of hot pink. The salesgirl at the toy store had insisted every Barbie required a raft for the pool (so as not to get her hair wet) and then she'd attempted to talk him into purchasing a Barbie Dream House for his apartment despite his promises that he wouldn't have a Barbie for all that long. Needless to say the clerk had not believed him. Ronon had never glared so much at such a tiny woman to no effect before. He was sort of impressed.

Which probably explained why he'd purchased a red Barbie Ferrari.

All of this led to Monday afternoon, when Ronon was swimming laps in the pool while a Harley Davidson Barbie, clad in hot pink bikini, floated on a tiny raft in the water.

Heaven help him if she fell in.

[I may go afk for a nap, but uh, open if you want! Dared by

flipped_god_off and encouraged by

memberslonely JSYK!]

Current Mood: envious

memberslonely.livejournal.com

It had been a long time since Lindsay had heard anything from Jacobi. Ex-partner or no the last argument they had back in November had put up a rift between them. Even when Lindsay had gone back to San Francisco when Cindy was shot, Warren spent most of the week giving her the cold shoulder.

So it was a little bit of a surprise to find an e-mail from him sitting in her mailbox.

After a couple hours of inner monologging and debate she gave him a call. After five minutes of awkward conversation and then another twenty minutes of talking shop, they soon began to fall into their old routine of teasing and it was almost as if the argument never happened.

Except for the fact they were on different coasts and not working together.

Twenty minutes after that? Lindsay was looking over crime scene photos on her computer screen as Jacobi went over a case he was having problems with.

glasses-justice.livejournal.com

Alex had enough information to e-mail a status update to Liz. And then, Liz could pass the information to her other ADAs, who could go into court and argue the motions, but not as well as Alex would have, and the motions would be denied and all of this would be wasted effort.

Okay, some of Liz's ADAs were probably competent, but none of them had her closure rate, dammit. She should be in New York herself. She could get a dark wig and change her name. Olivia could be her personal bodyguard, once the Colombians figured out who she was. Olivia wouldn't mind.

Don't mind Alex -- she's just In A Mood.

(OCD-free)

Current Mood: blah

memberslonely.livejournal.com

It was a much tanner Lindsay who reported to work today. Stark's laundry was dropped unceremoniously at the entrance to the lab before she returned to her desk and started going through her paperwork.

Honestly? There was a part of her that hoped Tony sent her to another sunny warm place for the weekend.

memberslonely.livejournal.com

After her conversation with Tyler yesterday, Lindsay was not looking forward to today. At all.

Which is probably why she's wearing a professional looking suit and doing her best not to look anxious.

God today was going to suck.

tyler_gone

There didn't seem to be a lot of work to do at the gym today, and Tyler was feeling generally avoidant about what work there was. He started screwing around on the Internet on his laptop, trying to find the best prices on mats, since he figured a couple of them needed to be replaced anyhow.

Somehow, this turned into reading an advice column about "making grilled cheese." Which, Tyler decided as he read the comments, was about his favorite euphemism ever. And now he was hungry.

... for a sandwich, perverts.

Atlas Gym was open, and the guy at the counter is contemplating a Luke's run.

memberslonely.livejournal.com

Trying to keep her mind on the job today was turning out to be hard work for Lindsay. Whenever she tried to focus on a particular task her mind began to wander to... things. Good things. The kind of things that gave her a bit of a dazed expression on her face and somewhat doofy grin.

And then she would snap out of it and the whole cycle would start again.

[Open!]

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Loki took his game to a new fucking place today. It was just too damn nice to sit inside and wilt away when he could be outside, by the pool, sunning himself. That was how he preferred to work. Sans shirt and shading his eyes with both sunglasses and a baseball cap, Loki was propped up in one of the chaise loungers, content to spend the whole fucking day right there.

It wasn't like he got sunburned or shit like that. If anyone needed him, he'd left a note at the desk to tell them where he was. See how courteous he was? He was really fucking dedicated.

He had earbuds in and the music turned up loud but not loud enough to get sneaked up on. He was prepared for that shit, thank you.

[MHA is open!]

Current Mood: content

memberslonely.livejournal.com

"No! Shoo! Go away!"

A tiny moose had somehow bypassed the security measures at Stark Industries

"Okay, stop it. I'm not going to play with you."

It was only being friendly of course. However Lindsay was just having trouble dealing with the whole aspect of a tiny moose in her office.

"If I give you my sandwich, will you go away?"

The moose responded by giving Lindsay a cute little look and poking her arm with his nose so it could be scratched.

Lindsay sighed and scratched the moose between the antlers.

"I seriously hate this island."

[Open!]

memberslonely.livejournal.com

Linz was in a foul mood this morning.

First there was the damn glitter. She was still cleaning that crap off an hour after getting to the office. Damn it.

And now her computer was giving her a fit. All she did was close the stupid e-mail program and all of a sudden her computer started going haywire. Even after rebooting, all it would do is make funny noises any time she typed on the keyboard.

This was not her day.

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

"I've had a bad couple of weeks," Jolee told Tino. "So I think we'll all be happier tonight if nobody annoys anyone tonight."

And with that, Tino put down his water pistols.

[OOC: I'm around!]

memberslonely.livejournal.com

It probably wasn't the best idea to go out drinking last night. Why? Hangover.

Lindsay had a massive headache and any loud noise made her head feel like it was vibrating. And apparently "loud" included typing on her keyboard.

It was going to be a long day.

bad-nose-job.livejournal.com

Penelope was behind the bar, drying glasses. She was tapping her toe to the music the band played and while she wasn't a huge fan of classic rock, she actually liked the music they were playing tonight. She just hoped the duct tape held as they seemed to really get into the guitar. She wouldn't like to be the one to have to tape them back up.

Caritas is open.

[Siiick. Mod Tino, pls as I'm not sure when or if I'll be able to pick up pings.]

memberslonely.livejournal.com

Anyone coming into Stark Industries this afternoon would probably notice the strong scent of barbecue in the air.

That's because Lindsay sent out for lunch and got some pulled pork along with side orders of corn bread, baked beans, collard greens and corn pudding.

And she was currently devouring said food with the etiquette of a trucker. It's a good thing she's got a spare shirt in her desk because she's already spilled barbecue sauce on the one she's wearing. Twice.

memberslonely.livejournal.com

Her work for the day already completed, Lindsay was now in the process of exchanging some e-mails with some friends back home.

Most of the e-mails were to one friend in particular who seemed to think that going back to work so soon after getting shot in the chest was a good idea.

Lindsay had a differing opinion and wasn't afraid to share it with her.

memberslonely.livejournal.com

Lindsay was going through some of the pictures she had taken over the weekend and debating whether or not to share them with friends back home.

On the one hand, she was pretty sure the girls would adore the photos. Unfortunately the other hand would probably lead to lots of questions about how insane this island is and how Linz might be better off on certain types of medication.

She sighed and kept the pictures on her computer. Maybe someday she'd find a way to explain this island and share the pcitures.

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Michael had not vanished after Loki had woken up and taken a shower and pinched himself. Michael had, in fact, become clingier than before. He'd also become mouthier and Loki was really able to see some of his influence in there. Still, this was an issue. He was not a father. He was barely even an angel. So, having a little boy running around, refusing to put his wings away was...disconcerting.

Loki had only gotten him to calm down by sitting down in one of the chairs and letting Michael crawl all over him like he was a fucking jungle gym.

"Watch the hair!" Loki said, wincing as it got tugged. "Easy!"

Like Michael was listening.

[Open, of course, for all people big and small!]

Current Mood: uncomfortable

memberslonely.livejournal.com

There were days at Stark Industries where certain matters seemed to take care of themselves. For Linz, this was such a day.

Nope. Nothing to do.

Except beat her top score in minesweeper of course.

Current Mood: bored

memberslonely.livejournal.com

Lindsay was trying to catch up on some of her e-mails today. One was from Jill chastising her for not writing. The other one was from Claire chastising her for not calling. The last one was from Cindy bemoaning the fact that she had gone behind the police tape again in search of a story and got arrested. Again.

Lindsay sighed and typed out a quick e-mail to all three of her friends

To: Jill, Claire & Cindy
From: Lindsay Boxer
Subject: Re: Where the hell have you been?

Guys,

Sorry I haven't written. Been busy fighting off winged harpies and learning to cross stitch.

More later,

-L

PS: No I'm not on drugs.

That ought to make their brains hurt.

satedan-soldier.livejournal.com

After three trips to the beach for sand and one trip to the store for yogurt and accessories, Ronon had finished constructing John's 'sanbox' by mid-morning.

The sandbox was large enough to entertain many children with shovels, buckets, and empty yogurt containers, and close enough to the pond that water wasn't too far away for when it came time to make moats.

Why John hadn't just wanted to drag him to the beach to play was beyond Ronon's understanding. Also, he hadn't considered that until midway through the second trip for sand.

"SANBOX MONSTER!" John yelled as he leaped into the sandbox, causing a spray of sand to hit Ronon, who was starting to wish he wasn't expected to participate in the sand-play.

[Open park and open sandbox is open!
~~ETA 11AM: I flee for a while but~~ I ~~WILL RETURN~~ AM BACK!]

Current Mood: confused

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

As soon as Loki got out into the lobby, he switched off the regular lights and turned on the ~~Christmas~~ mood lights. If anyone asked, he'd just say it kept headaches away. Never mind that he didn't get headaches.

That often.

And, unable to resist their magical lure, he was back out in the new chairs, book in hand. Look, he wanted a fucking comedy, okay, and this was plenty funny. Just the cover alone was enough to make Loki laugh his ass off.

Really, the book was just a time passer until the big screen television that he'd ordered came in. Biff was a fucking genius. Video games on a television that big would be fucking amazing.

Until then, a stupid book.

[MHA, open she is!]

Current Mood: hopeful

bigdamnprincipal

Even with the sun out, it was still fairly chilly on the causeway, creating a brisk reminder of what everyone would be leaving behind for the next week as they traveled through the Caribbean.

As the students, teachers, and guests gathered to wait for the portal to Florida, everyone was given a copy of their lodging information and a trip itinerary to peruse:

Eastern Caribbean Cruise Itinerary (7 Days)
Sunday: Portal to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida (Ship departs 5:00PM)
Monday: Princess Cays, Bahamas (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Tuesday: At Sea
Wednesday: St. Maarten, Netherlands Antilles (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Thursday: St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Friday: Grand Turk (Docked 9AM - 5PM)
Saturday: At Sea
Sunday: Portal back from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida (Portal opens 7AM)

[OOC: Up early for SP! The cruise posts are up now as well: rooms are here and the ship is here. Please check to make sure that you have a room assignment, and let us know if you were accidentally left off. Also, make sure you have

fh_trips friended so you'll see the rest of the posts this week!]

memberslonely.livejournal.com

Lindsay was behind her desk trying to concentrate on her work but kept getting distracted. Every once and a while she'd pick up a phone to call her friends back home or start an e-mail that would start with "Dear Dad" but she'd immediately hang up or close the e-mail before she even started.

So for the most part she was just looking out the window as she tried to make sense of this whole week.

Current Mood: frustrated

saveyoulater.livejournal.com

Sarah opened the shop early and set to work ... well, cleaning out the back room.

For real. Sorting through back issues to keep or discard, sweeping out the corners, throwing out promos from movies that had flopped three seasons ago.

It was pretty grimy in there, and her face was smudged when she emerged. She suspected she needed to introduce some of her employees to the wonders of Windex.

[OOC: Open store, no OCD!]

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Loki had contemplated not coming out to work this morning. He was the boss and he could do what he fucking wanted. There wouldn't have been any rhyme or reason for it save for the fact that he just didn't want to work. But, in the end, he'd decided to come out because he realized he'd be really fucking bored if he didn't.

Of course, he wasn't alone. Having taken advantage of his paycheck, he'd purchased some weird looking video game system and two games to go along with the system.

So, now, Loki was out in the lobby (having dragged his television, wires and all out so he had more room) and was playing the first game. And cussing. Loudly.

"Fucking cheating ass game!" he yelled, scowling. The game wasn't cheating. He just wasn't all that good.

Yet.

[MHA is ooooooooopen! What? I can't live vicariously? Portions of convo with Lindsay are NFB!]

Current Mood: energetic

canoutdrinkyou.livejournal.com

Marion had spent most of the afternoon decorating the bar with Valentine's decorations she ~~handwavily~~ got from Turtle & Canary. The whole red and pink theme was kind of making her gag but it was Valentine's Day and people were here to find love or whatever.

Marion hoped she was getting a bonus for this or something

After she had set all the decorations and tables up, she put out a nice sign:

Caritas Presents
THREE MINUTE DATES
Hosted by Marion Ravenwood
Reject people real fast

When everyone arrived, Marion got on stage and grabbed the mic. "Okay everyone, this is how this is gonna work. I call your name and someone else's. You get together. You guys talk for three minutes, get to know each other and then you'll hear this," Marion put a whistle into her mouth and blew. "Then I call your name with someone else's and then you switch. Then you do the same thing again. Five times total. Questions? No? Good!"

Then she blew the whistle for fun.

[3 minutes = 10 comments, 5 for each of you. You can do these out of order but try not to Joss yourselves. Up early for great SP justice]

[~~Wait for the OCD or, I swear, I will have Emmett hug you until your back breaks~~ OCD UP!]

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