The Beach: Saturday afternoon

[fh_extras]

There was a swirl of butterflies in the air above the beach, spiralling up into the sky and back down.

As they gathered, clouds rolled in, thunder rumbled, and lightning spiked down through the sky. A single flap of a Quantum Weather Butterfly's wing could create localised weather; several hundred flapping together created chaos, and the sand rose up in a swirl as a mini-tornado touched down.

The butterflies were there for a purpose, however, and as they split off into pairs, the chaos settled, and each pair fluttered off towards various parts of the island.

They left summer in their wake: clear skies and a baking warmth, almost shocking after the cold of winter.

Enjoy it while it lasts!

[ooc: It's summer at the beach! The warmth will last until a few hours after sundown. Post is open to all.]

Our Lady of Fandom, Sunday all day

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

As it was Sunday, Gabriel put up the note on the door that read:

Do-it-yourself Sunday service

If someone finally did take up that offer they would be met by a staring cat lying on the altar. For some reason that amused Gabriel.

[The church is open]

The Perk, Sunday morning

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Apple cake and coffee was a good start to any day, and especially one when Adah would leave Fandom. It was only for a week, River reminded herself, and tried to focus on the Christmas celebrations ahead. What seemed most important was to get Kerrigan to dance again. Then of course there was the opportunity to spend time with friends who were still here for Christmas, as she had found herself  too busy the past few weeks.

Taking one sip of her coffee, River then proceeded to attack her apple pie.

[Very open!]

Trooper Station - Sunday

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

Roy had picked up the Sunday shift once more. This time the station was a little more busy and he stayed in the lobby so he could keep a better eye on things. The thermos of coffee was, of course, standing beside him on the desk just in case anyone needs caffeine.

The Perk, Sunday Afternoon

[chasingangela]

It was a rainy afternoon, and Angela settled in at a corner table in the Perk with a cup of chai and a muffin. Talking to her friends the night before had made things seems slightly less dire, but there was still a lot to think about. She wondered what would have happened without slayers in Fandom.

Realizing she hadn't seen Anakin in person yet, she left him a message then waited, staring at the rain.

[OOC: For Anakin, but open if you don't mind SP.]

Nast Sporting Goods [12/23]

[bigbrothersean.livejournal.com]

It was two days before Christmas and Sean was only vaguely looking forward to the holiday.

Which explained why he was distracting himself with work that his mun didn't put up on time because she forgot.

[Wait for the OCD is up]

Caritas, Sunday

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders didn't feel quite so uneasy about going in to work tonight, now that certain nerve-inducing events of earlier in the week had been resolved. He was a little bit reluctant about the part where everybody who'd come back for the week had to leave, but hey . . . Christmas break was coming up anyway.

For some bizarre reason, he was making stick figures out of olives, cocktail onions, and toothpicks, occasionally flicking the broken ones at the back of Tino's head when he wasn't looking.

. . . look, anything to avoid Zombie Yoko. She was scaring the frak out of him tonight.

[OOC: OMG SHOPPING CENTERS ARE SCARY TODAY.]