Our Lady of Fandom, Sunday

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel had heard that a lot of new people had arrived. One or two might even be religious. With some hope that someone might stop by today for his entertainment he put the usual note on the door:

Do-it-yourself Sunday Service

Then he went back to practising his lines for the play. He felt he was starting to find a good voice for them, one that would certainly make the audience shiver.

[The church is open]

Malchanceux Harris Apartments [Sunday]

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

With the welcome picnic over, Fraser made certain to come back to MHA in case there were still people in town that needed a place to rent.

It was also an nice, convenient excuse to take his leave of the apartment for a few hours and do some pouting. Not that anyone could tell but he wasn't that old and he wasn't that elderly and he was in better shape than most people younger than him.

He was fine. Just a little frowny.

[OOC: Please see this post for MHA information. And per needsaparrot, there is still an opening at MCA, one wacky, one normal.

The Park, Sunday Afternoon

[robinthefrog.livejournal.com]

*ZOOM!*

Robin sped down the path on his skate board, picking up speed. He was gonna try to jump the board over the bench.

"Yahooooooo!!" Over the armrest he went, rode a bit on the bench and then back down on the path. Well, not exactly what he'd had in mind, but that was still cool.

The Perk, Sunday Afternoon

[clevermsbennet.livejournal.com]

THIS WAS NOT QUITE how Miss Elizabeth Bennet had anticipated spending her morning; the church had been nearly empty, and the coffee shop had supplied her with a mug, a saucer, a small pitcher of boiling water, and a paper bag. In place of milk, the young girl at the counter had handed her small plastic containers which had some mixture inside calling itself 'half-and-half.' She didn't dare ask which half was what. Did no one brew tea properly in the future?

She could only be grateful that Lady Atreides had lent her some of this strange-looking currency, and shown her how to count it properly. She had already been rather heavily indebted to Lady Atreides for allowing her room in her ladyship's suite, and for rescuing her from the carriage that would not arrive; she hated to impose further on the woman's kindness, but there had not seemed to be much of an alternative.

Eliza Bennet filled her mug with boiling water and dipped her tea ... bag into it, stirring cautiously and wondering how to explain her absence to her Aunt and Uncle, who must, by now, be quite worried indeed. Dear Aunt Gardiner, you have my sincerest apologies. I seem to have been waylaid nearly two hundred years. Will return when temporal forces allow.

The Perk was very open, and Miss Bennet was distractedly watching all who came and went.

(open!)

Around town, Sunday night

[iruinenglish.livejournal.com]

Okay, okay, so Buffy had slacked off yesterday. But there was unpacking to do and she really didn't want to spend her first night in a new town checking for evil things and creepy crawlies... Wait, creepy crawlies were bugs. Okay, none of those, but her point stood!

But with talk of minotaurs and opening up the Underworld and there was a unicorn for a student, she knew today she had to drag herself out to patrol. As soon as it got dark, Buffy was out, walking around town with a few concealed stakes on her, and by the way, it was so much more convenient to store her weapons somewhere not her room where her roommate might stare at her. And if nothing else, this was a good way to get the lay of the land, so to speak. And find out where to get coffee.


[Totally open, and she's covering as much of town as possible.]

Through Town, early Sunday morning

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

Harriet woke early, well before dawn. Yesterday had been a moment out of time, one she would always remember and be grateful for.

She left Tony sleeping, kissing him once lightly before she left. She didn't write a note.

The walk through town was slow and thoughtful, and she stopped at 18 Apocalypse Avenue only long enough to pack her bag and collect the cat. She wouldn't leave Mustang behind; he was all she had to remember Sarah Kerrigan by.

She reached the Causeway with time before her portal arrived, and she set bag and carrier down, turning to look at Fandom. The sun was just rising, and the island was slowly coming to life.

With a deep breath, eyes shining as she remembered how much they'd been through together, she bid it farewell and turned away.

It was time.

When Harriet Jones stepped through the portal, she didn't look back.

[ooc: And so Harriet goes to rejoin her canon. It has been a privilege and a pleasure to play her here in Fandom, and thank you to everyone who made that both possible and wonderful.]

Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

[all4thewookiees.livejournal.com]

Tino was complaining. His arguments about tomorrow being Labor Day and how he shouldn't have to work and how the zombies were his friends and he knows where you live, old man, had no effect on Jolee. Jolee countered this argument with a wave of his hand and the suggestion that Tino would work on the federal holiday. Jolee wasn't going to be mean about it and trick him into liking it, though. That would be a little far for Jolee to do without at least feeling conflicted

The HELP WANTED sign was still up.

[OOC: Narratively, that seems an awkward place to ask for new employees, I know. I promise that Jolee probably won't try to mindtrick you. I'm around, if occasionally slow.]

'Round and 'round the park, Sunday afternoon

[likethegun]

Not wanting to spend the better part of his day sitting inside and moping, Sam had decided to take Scout for an extra long walk. Scout seemed to sense Sam's need to be outside, away from his room and all the things that reminded him of Dawn, and was currently taking Sam on his third trip around the lake, searching for the perfect tree.

[Open, but especially for one person in particular.]

The Boardwalk; Late Sunday Night.

[perfectmissyork.livejournal.com]

Depending on your perspective, Charlotte had either a really rough night at the bar, or a very productive one, considering the number of drinks she'd consumed. She, of course, was an optimist, so she was going to go with the latter. Just like she was going to tell herself that it was okay, people disappeared for over a week all the freaking time and Dale would be fine, even with giants...who didn't deal with giants? And he promised he'd be back and he wouldn't lie, would h--?

Charlotte's train of thought was interrupted as she stumbled a little, the heel of her shoe getting caught a little on the cracks between the boards of the boardwalk, and she regained her balance, blinking as she looked around. "Wait a minute," she muttered, narrowing her eyes at her surroundings. "This isn't the right way home...."


[[ expecting one, but certainly open for anyone else who might be around this late at night, before that one in the timeline ]]