Sunday Brunch, Cafe Fina

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Oh, they had tried to be emo. The kitchen staff had tried to complain and wheedle and whine and mope and brood and angst.

But they were powerless against a man who deal with Bruce Wayne on a daily basis. And who also had acess to such tea that it boggled the mind.

Seriously, my mind? Totally boggled.

Duck Pond, Sunday Morning

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

Stupid statue. Stupid humans. Stupid flock.

Saigo perched atop the statue that he'd kept the other ducks from sitting or pooping on. Because a human had requested it. And for that he'd been exiled from his flock. For contradicting the Elders. And they were gone. Left without him. Of course he wasn't sure he'd have gone with them anyway but that was beside the point. It was because of this statue that he'd been exiled.

*plop* Right on the statue's head. It was small revenge but it was the best a duck under the influence of the Emo waves could do.

The streets of Fandom, Sunday afternoon

[superartie]

Artie seemed fairly certain that he'd managed to pinpoint Teh Emoo's location. But if Fandom were to properly get rid of Teh Emoo, it would require more than just Artie and his personal brand of anti-emo.

It would require that of many members of the Fandom community.

So Artie was recruiting. He'd left voicemails for two likely candidates. Now he was looking for others.

[ooc: those who have signed up for the Army of Silliness may be recruited by someone, find Artie in this post here, or just kind of happen to wander into the post following this one, which will be the battle. Thanks! I'll set up a chatroom: "tehemoogetssilly" for coordination.]

The park, Sunday at sundown

[superartie]

Teh Emoo really was enjoying Fandom. Everyone was properly solemn and it felt strong here.

And there'd been no sign thus far of that whacko that was always ruining Teh Emoo's fun.

Damned Artie.

Little did it know, the Strongest Man . . . in the World was on his way.

[ooc: park is open, but this is generally for the defeat of Teh Emoo, so please be aware. OCD is coming]

Stuff for Sale - Sunday afternoon

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Evie was waiting at the door of the shop, looking intimidated, just after noon. But still, hopeful, because-- shopping! Dresses! She knew how to do *this*!

Time to get a Homecoming dress!

[open to all who need a dress!]

Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB was glaring at the zombie band. It seemed that they wanted to show off how punk they were.

Zombies should never attempt a mohawk. You see way too much when they do that. And that's why GOB was drinking tonight, to the sounds of The Ramones.

[OOC: I am around, yay.]

Sparky Repairs, Monday

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

JOhn opens Sparky and proceeds to clean up the back room. Which does nto smell like a vodka explosion. TOtally.

>_>