Caritas - Friday evening [Open]

[all4thewookiees.livejournal.com]

To be perfectly honest, Jolee was getting sick of all the undead posturing on his stage. The Zombie Band and the BANDages were groaning at each other throughout the act now, focusing more on bickering and less on playing music. He was just about to do something about it when the door to the bar opened.

Wearing jeans, leather jackets, and no shirts, a group of hair metal wolfmen walked over to the bar and presented their card.

"Steppenwerewolf?" Jolee read. "Let me guess, you want to perform, too?"

"AROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" the lead wolfman responded.

"Fine. I'm tired of those guys acting up anyway," Jolee said. "You on stage! You're getting the night off! Take some time and figure out how to act like adult dead people."

The zombies and mummies turned to Jolee. Then they turned to Steppenwerewolf. Then they made terribly rude gestures at the wolfmen, suggesting that they were sons of bitches. The werewolves ignored the terribly clever joke and leaped at the stage.

It was time for a MONSTER MASH.

It would have been a graveyard smash had it lasted more than two seconds. As the wolfmen attempted to claw and bite and the mummies swung their arms to bludgeon and strangle with wrappings, they were all transported out of the bar in several flashes of light. Only the zombies - apparently by benefit of being at the back of the stage and having terrible reaction time and thus not actually managing to attempt a single attack among them - were left.

"Well, the job's yours, I guess," Jolee said. The zombies immediately started playing 'We Are the Champions.' "I'm done with this for tonight," Jolee told Tino before retiring to his apartment above the bar.

As for the BANDages and Steppenwerewolf? Maybe they landed in the ocean. Maybe they landed on Madagascar. Maybe the weakening barrier between Fandom and the Underworld dropped them into Tartarus. There was really no way of knowing. All that was known was that they would never manage to return to Fandom. But really, that was probably best for everyone.

[OOC: THEME WEEK OVER. Up early because I'm heading out of town. Mod Tino for the same reason.

Also, I'm totally starting a band called Steppenwerewolf.]

Luke's Diner, Friday, June 20

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Ella got to the diner early and cut herself a tiny slice of the special bread pudding as she helped with the kitchen prep work.

Then a larger slice.

Then another.

By the time she was decorating the specials board, only one slice of the pudding was left, and even that one was at risk.

Specials
* Hot Ham & Cheese Sandwich
* Shrimp Caesar Salad
* Muffin Bread Pudding

The diner was open.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday

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River had arrived at the hotel this morning in a good mood. The towel animal zoo quickly got rearranged and animals in need of it got refolded. The fruit bowl got filled up with oranges, with creatively arranged bananas on top. Now River sat behind the desk, back straight, eagerly awaiting visitors.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special:
Live fish with cucumber. Stabbing fork included.

The Arms Hotel is open.

Our Lady of Fandom, Friday

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel was reading the Bible aloud to Cat. She sat still, eyes half-closed, and might be listening. Either way, Gabriel didn't care. He took a sip of his coffee and continued.

[The church is open]

The Perk, Friday Afternoon

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Hunched over a table with a cup of coffee and a notebook, Lucas had big writing plans for the afternoon. He'd filled many pages with quickly scrawled print before he reached for the cup again, discovering his coffee was quite cool.

To say he was distracted from his surroundings would be an understatement.

[Open! Especially for spirits, whee!]

Tartarus and Beyond - Thursday Night

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The pit of souls, green and swirling with the spirits of the dead, saw nothing beyond the endless spiral they were destined to circle for eternity. They had no solace in death, no safety and peace in the Elysian Fields where it was dreamed during their lives that they would one day rest. Endless torment and anguish made up their entire existence in the afterlife. Some had experienced this for mere seconds, their corpse still warm up on the surface, while others had experienced this for centuries upon centuries. No one, not even those in the pit, could tell the difference between seconds and centuries. There was nothing but the spiral and the whimpering, faded cries of their companions.

Within a split second, that all changed. The empty eyes of the spirits looked upward. They had never had reason to before, but something had changed. There was a crack in the seal that kept them subdued, kept them from reaching out beyond the pit. The crack was widening with each passing moment, only slightly, subtly, but widening nonetheless. The crack called to them, or sucked them in, the spirits couldn't tell the difference. All they knew was that this was something new, something they could feel.

The first spirits, those closest to the crack, drifted up out of the pit, gasping fresh air into non-existent lungs that they didn't realize had left them with their physical body. All they knew as they were sucked into the crack to Elsewhere (a word murmured and groaned throughout the pit before even the first had left) was that this was as close to freedom as they would ever come.

***

Hades watched as the first wisps of what used to be human trickled through the crack that would become so much more. A little nudging here, persuading there, perhaps some human sacrifice and they'd have themselves a fully fledged portal to the Underworld. Or, more accurately, a bridge between the old Underworld and the new. The new had better scenery, more fresh air, a chance to connect to worlds with an endless amount of souls and drinks with little umbrellas.

The only thing standing in his way was the pest problem. The humans had to go. But hey, Hades was a fair businessman, or so he liked to think. They would get one warning to get lost, then all bets were off and Fandom's previous tenants would be evicted for good.

A sharp-toothed smile split Hades' face into a grotesque expression of glee. He placed a hand on Andrew's shoulder as he stood beside him, party to breaking the barrier between worlds. "Good job, kid. I'm impressed." He leaned down and lowered his voice. "Now let's see how wide we can open this thing."

[NFI, NFB, OOC welcome. Thanks to wannabe_pan for letting me mod Andrew. The first spirits will be now appearing in Fandom, say from around 10pm onwards. More tomorrow!]

Book Haven - Friday - 6/20

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Considering the weather (and by 'weather', Liir was actually referring to strange spectral figures that seemed to be just about everywhere today), he probably should have stayed in the dorms. But Millie was depending on him being there, as far as he was concerned, and it was his duty and it was his paycheck as well.

And so, Liir opened the Book Haven on time, with tea and cookies and even a blueberry pie.

[flying OCDless]

Pizza Planet, Friday

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

You didn't shake off all the things you'd believed all your life overnight, or even in a couple of years' time, so by the time Jen got to work today she was severely unnerved by the apparitions she'd passed in the streets.

Her sudden (thankfully brief) bout with cold after one walked -- floated? -- within inches of her been bad enough, but the fact that her visual scanners couldn't give her any concrete data on what they were only made the experience more unsettling.

Today's Special
Garlic Pizza

Jen was really not as brushed up on how to ward off the supernatural as she could have been. Stupid 30th-century technological snootiness advancement snootiness.

[OOC: No OCD to keep it wacky -- AHAHAHAHAHA I HAVE CONTEXT FOR THIS ICON.]

Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center, Friday

[the_merriest]

( A Klingon becomes a kitty. )

The Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center was open, and it was a fuzzy, cuddly kinda day.

(OOC: preplayed with the faboo sonofmogh. Tormenting Modding the Worf!kitty is fine, so long as you remember he is grumpy and DOESN'T LIKE YOU, GRRRRRRR. Isn't that adorable?

Pixie Dust, all day

[ashockingbitch]

For the first time since her hiring two weeks ago, Jenny wasn't hung over on a Friday and therefore had remembered that oh yeah, she had a job now. To that end, she was at Pixie Dust, and after making sure nothing was out of place, she took up a station behind the counter, reading a magazine, making occasional disparaging comments about it, and flicking cigarette ash into a saucer.

Stark Industries [Friday]

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Kaylee'd slept funny the night before -- not because of anything on her mind, but because she just couldn't get comfy.

As a result, when she opened the shop today, she found herself randomly picking up a small part from a car -- she recognized it from class, but couldn't name it -- and poke at it to see what she could modify with half her mind on it.

York Gallery [6/20]

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The exhibit was doing well, which made for a happy Eve. It seemed that word was spreading about it, because she'd noticed that business was picking up -- even just from the previous day. Also made for a happy Eve.

And she was reasonably sure it made for a happy Charlotte, as well.

[Wait for the OCD is up!]

Stark Industries [Saturday]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Okay, so the ghosts- and Hades' announcement- have Bridge more than a little unsettled, so he's not in *quite* his usual cheerful mood as he attempts to keep himself busy tinkering with the wormhole detector. It's entirely possible that staying in and not going to work would've been the safer option, but that would mean, well... not going to work... and therefore it wasn't *really* an option, in Bridge's mind.

Stark Industries is open!

[ooc: And I got called in to work at the real job t'morrow, so this is going up early. Around for a couple of hours in the morning, and then back by late afternoon.]