Given the chance at an extra shift, Ellen was quite happy to come in Monday night as well.

She taped up the zombies and then slipped behind the bar, ready to take (drink) orders.

[OOC: Filling in for carbontelepath and I'll be around today, but feel free to mod Tino if you prefer.]

Ellen opened the bar to the tune of the zombie band muttering and whining at her. Not in words, since they couldn't talk, but attempting to hold some sort of conversation despite that important fact. She was slightly less than pleased.

[OOC: Not feeling well, so I'm going to go nap. Please mod Tino.]

Anakin was up on the roof of the (Y)MCA with a rolled-up set of schematics, a giant container of caf (no mere coffee today), a box of tools and a thoughtful look on his face. He was never going to be able to turn the shuttle into an X-Wing, but making it a little sexier couldn't hurt ( Read more... )

Still with the floorplans for the sub-basement, but now Xander was behind the counter transferring them from his laptop to the apartment system. He was tempted to type in the info from the new tenant's application, but the thought of kicked-puppy-eyes from Willow held him back. He needed something to distract him from being too thoughtful about ( Read more... )

Calls made, face palmed, Xander had done his best to tidy up himself and the apartment his younger, deader version had broken into. Then, already preparing to facepalm some more with one hand and write checks with the other, he made his way out to the counter in the apartment building's lobby ( Read more... )