Sunday, Around Noon, The Park

[sensethevisions]

After waking up in the room she had woken up in yesterday, Phoebe had decided that there was no way she was staying in there for very long today. She needed to have some fun, damn it.

So, she had made coffee and left the rooms to wander. She soon found herself in the park and she decided that she liked it here. It was wide and open and there were plenty of opportunities for people-watching -- among other people things that she was just so damn good at.

She settled onto a bench for now with her coffee and her smokes and just waited.



[[OOC: Open for all of your "witch who hits on every guy that moves" or just plain parky needs. *grins*]]

Wonka's Sweets Shoppe - Sunday Brunch

[narglette.livejournal.com]

Luna headed down to town bright and early, completely unaware of the increased oddness occurring on the island.

She'd received a glorious new item to try out in the shop and she couldn't wait to put up its display.

She got everything read in record time, plenty of cozy nooks, large and small tables, everything any customer could hope for, they would find at Wonka's Sunday Brunch.

Including a fully mobile miniature rodeo laid out on the largest counter, complete with taffy horses, marzipan cowhands, and licorice lassos chasing the wily Free Range Caramels she'd just opened, all in an almond bark pen.

[ooc: Cable's just come back up from being out last night. OCD is coming up in short order! HI FANDOM, HI! Brunch is now OPEN TO ALL! And it totally always said 'miniature rodeo'. Hush. And the links in worked on 'Food & Drink!' too...in my head. *face.hands*]

Sparky Repairs, Sunday

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

After yesterday's rather interesting day of work, the twins decided it was best to play it low key today. They weren't really sure how the whole Setsuna and Ranma thing had played out after they'd called him, but he hadn't come back to their room last night so the answer was vague. It could have been for a multitude of reasons.

Bringing his guitar along to attempt some simple chords, Kaoru warned Hikaru about any more Setsuna visits-just in case; he didn't really expect her to show up since he was there-and then went into the back to play without disturbing anyone with his out of tune twangs. Hikaru stayed in the front to watch the entrance, doing homework boredly on the counter.

The Junkyard: Early Sunday morning

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

It was cold. Tess had found some old mattresses and blankets, but some of them had been soggy and hadn't done much to keep her warm. It had surprised Tess that the hospital staff hadn't bothered to take her to take her to her room, but the advantage was that she could overlook the work better.

The squirrels had continued working following her drawings. The main structure was almost finished, and Tess smiled happily. She would be able to go and visit Them soon. Finishing the brownies from last night for breakfast, she picked up her pen again and resumed her drawing.

[ooc: Establishing, but open for interaction.]

Our Lady of Fandom, Sunday morning

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Even though his knees were bruised and he had woken up stiff and sore, it was Sunday morning and thus, Josiah was at church.

Unfortunately, it seemed that no one else was.

He tried not to think that he was definitely in hell as he gingerly lowered himself to his knees before the altar. He knew the service by heart. He could do it himself.

[[Open!]]

Atlas Health and Fitness Center, Sunday Afternoon

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Following his chat in the park with Phoebe, Bond decided a swim would give him a good chance to clear his head and think a bit. The weather was a little too cold for ocean bathing, even by his standards, so he walked through town until he found what he was looking for -- a full-service gym with a pool.


[ooc: Atlas is an NPC establishment, and totally moddable. I'll set up a thread for the pool, feel free to jump in or to start your own thread for any other part of the gym.]

Fandom NPC Bank: Outside, around 4pm

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Seely was late.
Doom was late.
Rita was pissed.

Okay, she just looked concerned. But she was pissed. Tapping her watch. Looking down the street. And starting to get worried.

How can you rob a bank when your co-conspirators don't even show?

[open! No robbing taking place in this post. Feel free to irritate Rita, though.]

[Streets of Fandom, Sunday Evening]

[roadhousequeen.livejournal.com]

Ellen had managed to handwavily get herself a room at the local hotel after the cab had dropped her off at the end of the causeway, but it was hardly late enough to retire for the night.

So after stowing her things and grabbing a jacket, she headed out to the streets of Fandom to see what this place was like.

[OOC: Partly establishy, but come meet the new blood if you're so inclined. :D]

Streets of Fandom, Right after Sundown

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

Armand stepped onto the streets of Fandom and took a rather unnecessary breath of Fandom's air.

Such an interesting place.

But he had a poker game to keep. But first... he had to find another player.

_{[[Armand is serious about finding a poker game player if you're interested. Or if you just want to play with Armand.]]}

The Park - Sunday Evening

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

It was snowing.

Wilson had to laugh at the irony but after a few hours of watching the light snow fall, watching it start to coat the ground lightly, the young doctor could no longer contain himself. Whereever he was, Phale wouldn't forgive him for missing a chance to walk and play in a fresh snowfall. Bundling up in his winter coat and scarf, Wilson slipped out of the house.

Heading for the park, Wilson turned his face up to the fine snowfall. It probably wouldn't amount to anything but it was pretty while it fell and the silence was always so serene and peaceful, it helped settle the young doctor's anxious mind. As he walked, he found himself grinning and eventually he found himself ducking down to pack what snow he could into a little ball, which he then amused himself with, throwing them small balls at the trees in the park.

[ooc: Wilson is here for a purpose but ze park tis open for all your evening park needs]

The Perk; Sunday Afternoon.

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Mary was positively fascinated the coffee shop; it wasn't at all what she expected and there were so many strange machines and sounds and smells that it thrilled her to no end. Thankfully, the barista was very kind and helped her to figure out what might sound lovely, and she ended up with a rather delicious sort of drink as she found a table to wait for her companion to arrive.

[[ Open for all your Perkly needs; Mary's here for Casanova, but you're welcome to say hi to her before he arrives ]]

Café Fina, Sunday Afternoon

[sexycandlepants.livejournal.com]

The Master showing up yesterday had been an unexpected surprise.
Which, given the way the plates were now cowering off in the corner, might not have been a great thing.
But Lumiere had decided to open the place on a Sunday, even though it was supposed to be the staff's day off, if only to keep the Master convinced that they were being good, productive enchanted servants.
Yes, Café Fina is open. And there are napkins doing the serving today, as the saucers are all rather traumatized.


[Please wait for some weetiny OCD! OCD is up!]

NPC Bank: 7:30pm

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

After dinner with Eric, and drinks with Mr. Bond, Rita went on to the rest of her evening. The productive part.

If a girl can't count on accomplices, she has to do it herself.

Getting past the first door wasn't all that difficult. Or the second.

She even managed to make it to the vault, where she'd stored her gun. And to be gleeful over all those lovely safety deposit boxes.

Then the alarm went off.

[for a certain group]

The Devil's Nest, Sunday Night

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

Shuichi arrived for his shift a bit earlier than he thought he should. It was his first night after all! And...he'd never actaully asked Lucifer what time the place opened...

Either way, with a few books and an annoyed Yuki in tote, he stepped behind the bar with the unusually silent lady from before. She had some strange mask on half her face, but Shuichi really didn't have the vocabulary at the moment to ask her why.

Don'tscrewup.Don'tscrewup.Don'tscrewup.Don'tscrewup.Don'tscrewup.Don'tscrewup. Was Shuichi's mantra for the evening.

The Devil's Nest is open~

[[AFK for an hour or two-back for most of the night.]]

Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

George Sr was prepared tonight. He knew he had hosting duties, so he was all dressed up. Suit. Tie. Cowboy hat.

He even learned Tino's name and had him put up a sign:
Underage Drinkers! Caritas is the place!
Really good fake IDs and bribes accepted!
That should do it.

[OOC: I am somewhat distracted. Mod Tino as wanted or necessary.]

The Junkyard: Sunday evening

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Shivering of cold, Tess nevertheless smiled. The work was nearly finished. No more drawings were needed. The squirrels were labouring hard, assembling the last parts of the engine and finishing the wiring.

With a sigh of relief, Tess sank down on to her couch again. Tomorrow would be a good day. Tomorrow she'd be able to return to them.

[[ooc: Yes, there's a spaceship built by squirrels in the junkyard, but that detail is NBF, please. The squirrels obviously know when to keep their mouths shut. I'm not feeling that well so I'm off to bed early tonight. :( ]]