Serenity Cove, wee hours Sat-into Sun early morning

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

He hadn't been able to sleep. Numerous attempts had just resulted in him getting back up and pacing the room.

It had made Houston agitated to watch him stalking about the room, muttering to himself. Finally, he whined just a little, knowing that something was wrong.

Murdock had stopped and glanced down at the dog. "Yah," he whispered, "You're right." Wasting little time, he dressed and headed out, not wanting his continued restlessness to possibly disturb his housemates.

He walked through the streets of town, Houston alongside until he reached the cove. There he picked a rock to sit on and tried to think, but not having much success. Houston sat next to him, his head in Murdock's lap as he absently scritched the dog.

His mind wasn't any clearer as the sun rose, alternating between concern and worry, to anger. But not certain what to do about either. Maybe if he stayed here a bit longer, the answers would come to him.

(open sure! that is of course, if your pup is insane enough to be up at such unholy hours. *g*)

Atlas Gym, Sunday

[gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com]

Logan was spending the afternoon collecting his stuff to get ready to head out. Granted, it took all of ten minutes to shove a couple changes of clothes into his duffel bag. He was planning on spending the rest of the afternoon finishing off the beer in the fridge before the X-Jet picked him up.

But the fridge was empty. "Stinson," he snarled. If anyone wanted to catch him before he left, he'd be here trying to bottle up his boozeless anger into something he could use in the future against a Skrull.

[OOC: No OCD, but the gym's open. This is Logan's last post in Fandom. He's off to bigger and more in-continuity things now.]

Stark Industries [Sunday]

[carsexual]

Sam stumbled into Stark Industries looking a little...tired. So what if he'd stayed up all night to watch the gold medal basketball game? He was fine. Really. He swore. Or at least he would be after another Red Bull.

Maybe two.

Stark Industries was open.

Cafe Fina, Sunday 8/24

[hanged-magician.livejournal.com]

Cafe Fina had been incredibly busy on Saturday; not because of customers, but because there had been an awful lot of cleaning up to do. One of the giant-sized bottles of cooking oil had exploded, making a huge mess throughout the entire kitchen and half of the dining room.

The place was mostly clean now, with Mokona still skating around on scrub-brush skates and singing a nonsense song about cleaning.

Fai was sitting at one of the tables with an untouched cup of tea, nearly asleep. It had been a long, long day and night of oil-slick.

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The Perk, Sunday Evening

[last-mizrahi.livejournal.com]

She had been quite… scarce about Fandom lately, Juli mused as she settled herself at the Perk with a coffee and the latest in data that Helmer had sent her that morning.

A smile curved her lips as she went over it, absently tucking an errant strand of hair behind one ear. If this was correct, she’d be able to get home within the week. The Federation’s scientists had managed to translate the data she’d been able to get to them and discover her temporal coordinates.

About time, though she supposed that Fandom had not been so bad. Juli shook her head slightly. Either way, it would be good to be home, where she was needed.

Good indeed.

Though she’d miss the coffee.

[Open as you will.]

Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

[all4thewookiees.livejournal.com]

Jolee walked down to the bar and saw Tino making some root beer floats for the zombies. It seemed that they had a craving for them for some reason.

It was better than a craving for human flesh, though, so Jolee let Tino go about the work of appeasing the undead.

[OOC: I want a root beer float thanks to fates_jaye. Anyway, open and I'm around.]