Ravenhurst University

Who: Young Gray, Lacey maybe Jack later
Where: Toropikaru first then Lacey's TARDIS
When: January 6th 2010, night time
What: Rift snagged wee Gray
Rating: pg-16. Just to be sure
Open: later on.

( Like raindrops tear drops fall from dark grey skies )

Who: Giles and Willow
Where: The Magic Box
Why: Because..
When: Sunday midafternoon
Open: always, multiple threads open and Welcome

( New Year, But same old business )

Who:Hannibal King
What: The Grand Opening of Whistler and King's Weapons shop
When: Oh, let's say early morning, around Nine AM on a Monday
Where: Well, Whistler and King's Weapons shop of course.
Open: Yes, to anyone and everyone, multiple threads welcome and encouraged

He felt a bit strange putting Abby's name on the shop's name, what with her not being here and all, but Hannibal just didn't think it sounded right without it, could be the fact that it was the name of the shop back in Detroit. He'd already called and talked to Abby, letting her knwo he was in fact still breathing and not a suckhead again, but that he was staying til he could find a way to send the twenty three year old Zoe back to her own time. Just didn't feel right leaving the Runt alone without a familiar face.

And Besides, they could officially call Whistler and King's Weapons a chain, and that made the hunter smile. He flipped the closed sign to Open, and lounged back in the chair near the counter, feet propped up and waited for the customers to come flowing in.

Who: Frankie Patrick
Where: Sharkbait Diner
When: A nice, cold, Sunday afternoon.
Why: Enjoying the last day of the Christmas break before nose to the grindstone again.
Open: Yep, like all of them, multiple threads welcomed and encouraged.

He sat at the diner, enjoying his last meal, he jokingly called it. It was his own personal tradition from back in high school. The last day before Christmas Holidays were over, he'd go to the diner, and just pig out on all his favorite foods and invite anyone who happened to wander in to sit and chat. He might be a bit of a bookworm, and definitely a nerd, but he and his sister shared one thing in common, they weren't shy. Hell, it seemed to be genetically impossible for a Patrick to be shy.

He sat back, enjoying his root beer float, and taking some time to read a bit before he heard the door open, and he looked up, smiling at whoever walked in like he owned the place.