Outside the TARDIS, Sunday Morning

[nine-and-ears.livejournal.com]

The Doctor was building a full-size replica of Barry White in Legos.

Not that anyone could tell that it was Barry White, given that currently it just looked like the Doctor was ankle-deep in a large pile miscellaneous plastic bricks and had constructed a hand and an attached arm.

Best not to ask why, unless you really want him to answer.

[ooc: Open!]

The Park - Sunday Afternoon

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson had a few things on his mind.

Some were a bit more dire than others but as he waited for the dryers in the laundry room to run their cycle, he decided to talk a small walk out in the Park.

After stopping off to talk with the Doctor for a bit, Wilson headed for the park bench he and Phale had unofficially adopted and flopped down on top of it. Staring out across the pond for a bit, he tugged a pamplet out of his pocket and looked down at it.

Reading through it for about the hundreth time, Wilson set it against his thigh and went back to his pond watching, drumming his fingers lightly on the back of the bench.

[ooc: Open! If you wish to poke at the doctor, or for your own park like needs.]

Cafe Fina, Sunday Brunch

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

In keeping with the cold weather, Cafe Fina was offering hale, hearty, and most importantly hot dishes for Sunday Brunch. Soups, stews, oatmeal, anything that would stick to your ribs and possibly scald your tongue if you ate it to fast.

If you did, there's alsoa burn line off to the right.

Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB was disgusted, but he couldn't help but watch the zombies. He wasn't going to ask how or why, but one of the zombies found a zombie girlfriend. A girlfriend wearing a beret. She seemed to be causing some sort of rift within the band, one that would take more than tape to fix. That was clear with the grunting of "Nuuuer eiiiiiiiin" over and over. This was not good music and it was even worse karoake music.

But the very worst part was seeing the lead guitarist kissing her. GOB would have nightmares about that for weeks.

And that's why GOB was drinking tonight.

[OOC: The idea for Zombie Yoko is thanks largely to whitedeathpod. Thanks! Bar is open, I'm around.]

Sparky Repairs, Sunday

[2-twin-devils-2.livejournal.com]

Ugh. Once again, work on a Sunday. What a bummer.

That's exactly why they'd come together to work so many times recently and were now sitting on Hikaru's laptop playing Break Out.

Sparky's is Open.

33 Apocalypse Avenue [after dark]

[victimorvillain.livejournal.com]

In celebration of the day, V had spent the morning and afternoon baking a pie and creating...things in his basement. He had delved into his supply of strontium compounds, barium, sodium compounds, zinc, black powder and, of course, his bursting charges.

It was best not to question why he had these things.

In any case, he carefully positioned his creations in the backyard, and brought out a CD player - which, mysteriously enough, had been wired to play quite a bit more loudly than it should have. Finally, he set out the pie on a table he moved to the back. He'd found that the residents of this town had an unusual fondness for it, and it brought the day far enough away from Evey and close enough to his new home.

With a smile behind his mask, he started the music. Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture filled the backyard, and V ignited the first firework, sending a pair of flames up about fifteen feet into the air to form a small V before sparking back down.

[OOC: Open to house residents and anyone with a reason to be there - and if you'd like to say you're passing close enough to see the fireworks and that's your excuse for stopping by, that's okay with me. The fireworks are pretty small, though, because V's not going to 'splode the island or get in trouble with the troopers. I know NOTHING about chemistry in spite of playing both V and Greg, so all my handwavey stuff comes straight from here. Happy Guy Fawkes Night!]

Fast Eddies's: evening

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker had called Weiss after she left Isabel's room, with a message of: "Do you play pool?"

Now she was setting up the table nearest the Coke machines, and calculating how many games it would take to play before she got sleepy.


[open for all your pool hall and video game needs.]

Pizza Planet, Sunday Late Afternoon

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma led the Hitachiin twins down to the island's only pizza place. Not that it needed two. He plops down acroos from them in a booth. //Okay, so 'm buyin' ya lunch ta pay ya back for buying me lunch but... please don't get too much... There's a reason I couldn't afford bail..//

Ranma waits for them to glance over the menu.

((ooc: open if you want pizza too I suppose.))