The Park, Saturday morning

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Wolverine was the best there was at what he did. And what he was doing today was hunting kangaroos. He'd been tracking this kangaroo since he left his hotel room, staying determined to get into its pouch and take a ride around the park.

This was his time. He dropped out of the tree he had been waiting in, aimed right at the pouch. At the last moment, though, the kangaroo jumped forward, leaving Wolverine to land on the ground. "Nuts. Come back here, you stupid kangaroo! I want a ride!"

And that's how kangaroo hunting officially became kangaroo chasing.

[OOC: Open for all of your Little Wolvie or parkly needs.

ETA: My mom's dragging me to IKEA. WOLVERINE KANGAROO TIME IS ON HOLD. WOLVERINE KANGAROO TIME IS ONCE AGAIN ON TILL THE BREAK OF DAWN.]

Pizza Planet, Saturday

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

Jen had woken up from some bizarrely vivid dream about living in Germany and being an auto mechanic who souped up cars for illegal street racing. The whole thing had been very bizarre, and the part where she'd been involved with one of the street racers whose day job happened to be with the police had really just kind of made her twitchy; the quizzical look on her face still hadn't worn off by the time she got to work.

How was Lucas doing these days, anyway? Would be nice to have a way to find out.

Today's Special
The Autobahn
French bread pizza with up to 5 toppings of your choice, arranged in lines

Wonders of the World, Saturday

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"This is mine as well," Joanna said, spreading her arms and spinning around in front of the entrance to the miniature golf course. "And those little cars over there, they're mine too. Everything is mine. If you want to touch anything, you have to ask me first, but I will let you get me a drink. I want kool aid, the red kind. And make sure it's sweet. If it's not really sweet, I'll spit in it and then make you drink it. Okay?"

"I don't want to play the butler anymore," little Andrew huffed.

"Don't be silly," Joanna replied. "You love being the butler."

And that was that.


( The course list )

Wonders was open for frolicking!

The Perk, Saturday Morning

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

It had taken Sarah Louise a little while to get out of the weird glowy house, but she had gotten out, and then there was cake!

Well, there still was cake. She just couldn't quite reach it. "Gimme," she called, poking at the glass display, "Gimme!" A pause. "All of it, please."

She heard people were better at giving you things if you said please.

[ oooopen! ]

Turtle & Canary; Saturday [ 08/02 ]

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When Turtle came into the store and found a little Indian boy running around, stocking the shelves with way too much coconut milk, she knew what had happened here. She was a little leery about the whole situation, because she wasn't certain about child labor laws, but little Apu threw a fit at the mere idea of it, and it wasn't helped by the fact that he couldn't speak much English at all. So Turtle sighed, accepted it for what it was, and settled behind the counter after putting up a sign.

Welcome to Turtle & Canary!
All toys HALF-OFF!
This weekend only: special cookie, old toys, or play money trade-in!*

* = Special trade-in applies only if you leave your name for future reference.

Today's Squishy flavors: Coconut Milk, Uh-oh Spaghetti O's, Grape Judas

Turtle & Canary is open!

Cafe Fina, Saturday 8/2

[hanged-magician.livejournal.com]

Morning found Fai - or, at least, someone who looked like Fai - bounding down the stairs of the apartment and into Cafe Fina. While this wouldn't have been any different than normal...the boy couldn't have been more than about 5 or 6 years old.

"Fai?" he called, looking under one of the tables. "Fai, where are you? I don't wanna play hide and seek!"

The dishes went along with their usual morning routine, leaving Mokona to deal with the little blond child.

"Fai?" Mokona asked, looking over the edge of the table that the boy had hidden himself under. "Are you okay?"

"I'm not Fai! I'm Yuui! Have you seen him?" Yuui's voice wavered, obviously bordering on panic.

"No, but maybe he'll be here later. Let's have cake!" Mokona bounced down excitedly. "Cake is yummy!"

"...Okay," Yuui said reluctantly, scooping up the white creature and going to get a piece of cake from the display case. This would be as good a place as any to see if Fai would turn up.

Today's Special
Chocolate Cake

(it's explained in the ooc, I promise)

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Saturday Morning

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Nathan wasn't unused to waking up in places he didn't really recognize. However, for places to be routed to (again) this really wasn't all that bad-looking. Actually, the bed was really, really comfortable.

It took him a little while to get up out of bed, but as soon as he did, it was time to take a look. He took one careful step down the stairs at a time, ducking his head so he could see what was coming up ahead of him. He took a lot of care to do what Redd had taught him-- the metal of his diseased arm vanished slowly until it looked just like flesh.

Suspicion could only last so long, though.

Given ten more minutes, Nathan was poking at things at the front of the store, an overexcited dog yipping at his foot. "Oath! That's my clothes!"

Maybe not quite yipping.

[ very much open, wheee, and unlocked door! ]

The York Gallery, Saturday [8/2]

[my-tragic-past.livejournal.com]

Kevin had found a broom last week, so he thought he would do some actual work today and sweep the gallery.

He got about as far as the reception desk before deciding to take a break and look at pretty pictures on the internet. The broom was quickly forgotten.

The exhibit floor really wasn't that dusty anyway.

Open!

Pixie Dust, Saturday

[always-damp.livejournal.com]

Toby wasn't in the best of moods today. He and Kevin had been broken up for like, forever and he was starting to get worried that it was never going to work out and his little heart was going to just stay broken.

Okay, so he thought about it for maybe a minute before he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and realized he was having a fantastic hair day and totally was going to get laid after work.

Or maybe during work, depending on who stopped in.

[sp for me as I pack, WOE]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Saturday

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There did seem to be more children around than usual today, she thought while braiding her hair at the lobby desk. Viki wondered where they’d all been hiding before now because it was, really, very pleasing to see so many kids.

More kids meant that it had been peaceful for long enough that people had felt safe having them. Viki approved.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today’s Specials
Sugar Cookies

JGOB [Saturday afternoon]

[canadianpopstar.livejournal.com]

Robin was glad to be away from that stupid icky boy who talked like an old lady. Which was why she was celebrating by taking her puppies for a walk, and then finding the place with cookies!

She was so glad she had borrowed all that money out of that purse she'd found. It didn't look like her mommy's purse but it was in her apartment so it was okay and she'd give it back or something later. Anyway it meant that she could get a biiiiiig bunch of cookies and some cupcakes and other nummy things. And they even helped her take it to a little table, all for herself!

They even let her keep the puppies inside, and brought them some water.

Possibly because Robin had burst into tears when they told her to take them outside. Grownups were so easy.

[she will share! wee!Robin is...um, pretty much as nice as normal Robin is, but a lot more innocent! if that helps! also, yes, all six dogs are now tiny puppies too.]

The Beach, Saturday Morning

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Mohinder had been exploring ever since he got up, and that was a really long time ago. He'd gotten all the way to the beach from - well that probably didn't matter, because he wasn't lost at all. There had been a kangeroo, though it had startled away when he'd tried to take a picture and now there was sand and water all the way over there.

Mohinder carefully set down his backpack, and struggled out of his shoes before he headed to the water's edge. He stood as close as he could, staring at the water, and jumped backwards, giggling and wet-footed, as a wave caught him.

[Open]

Caritas, Saturday evening

[fates_jaye]

After getting all wet and plaguey in the park, Jaye came to Caritas, just knowing she was supposed to be here. She waved to Tino and walked behind the bar, and frowned. "I can't reach!" she complained, jumping up and down with her hand outstretched. She only wanted some chocolate milk. What the hell.

She did that once, then got bored and gave out. Tino could tend bar, she was going to try to make a fort in the lounge.

Trooper Station - Saturday

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

It wasn't because he was tiny, that Roy wasn't going to stick to his duties. Lugging around a big book on alchemy which was almost too heavy for him, Roy took up his seat behind the counter. He did hope that something would happen, then he could chase around the bad guys and lock them up in a cell. He was sure everyone would be impressed by him then and maybe they'd give him candy.

Mmmmmm candy.

((Open.))

The Park, Saturday evening 8/2

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

After sharing his candy with the other two boys (gosh, were they cool!) Murdock went bouncing around to see what else he could find in the park.

Oooh! Swings!

He giggled as he swung higher and higher, soaring through the air.

Now this was flyin'!

(oooopen! just 'cuz we needed another spot to chuck weetinies at! whoo! and also - new playground, yes!! and I totally know what the date is, ahem.)

The Park, Saturday Afternoon

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

So somehow 'doing something' had wound up with Wade and Nate lurking in a tree. With their squirt guns. It was probably a combination of events that was to blame; Nate's insistence on some cover and somewhere safe, and Wade's...

Well.

Nate clung to his squirt gun and peered out between the leaves. "I think the tree should have a name."

[ open to the co-conspirator and any passers-by who want to get wet. some sp warning for social lives and timezones later, alas. ALAS ]