Nast Sporting Goods [10/12]

[bigbrothersean.livejournal.com]

Sean hated that he was working today. It meant precious little time would be spent with Phoebe. But he was a successful business owner and the shop wasn't going to run itself. Besides, Phoebe had Cole and Anders to be with. She had to keep up appearances. As much as being separated from her hurt, he understood that it was for the best.

This was why he was standing at a register, drinking a cup of coffee that might or might not have been liberally laced with something of the alcoholic persuasion.

[Wait for the OCD is up!]

Turtle & Canary, Sunday October 12

[gkar-lastkhari.livejournal.com]

The act of opening the store no longer held the joy it once had for G'Kar. Not with the loss of dear, lovely Turtle.

Apu was feeling her abscene too, having donned himself completely in black robes and lightly chanting the ritual blessing of parting as was customary of the Islamic Hindu Buddist faith as he went about cleaning the store.

G'Kar bowed slightly to him in respect, having performed his own rites of passing for Turtle early that morning in his apartment. His neighbors would surely understand the need for his mourning and would not protest the burning of the required Spoo plant, which gives off the pleasant white smoke and scent of fresh, curled Spoo.

He was still trying to understand the clue Ms. Tortoiseshell had given him and Mary, can you proudly proof yet, but still wasn't able to determine what it meant. And poor Mary all alone, left expecting with twins, one of which was fated to grow up evil, having to deal with the burden of pregnancy and the death of a close friend. G'Kar, as the stately gentleman he was, became determined to help her all he could. Mary and her children would not be alone.

And three hundred million dollars would certainly ensure that.

Turtle and Canary, though in a state of mourning, is open for business. Today's Squishy Flavors: Black Shroud, Mournful Mystery, Whodunit.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Sunday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary worried that her scheming had gone just a little too well yesterday. While she was no closer to solving Turtle's murder and claiming the inheritance, she had easily convinced G'Kar to step in and help her raise her unborn twins.

Now came step two, where Mary had to actually find a pair of infant twins, or at least a woman who was pregnant with twins. You see, Mary wasn't actually pregnant. She figured she could keep G'Kar fooled a little bit longer, but she'd have to produce a pair of babies at some point. Fortunately Gunther, her father's evil henchman, had a plan.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
All Day Breakfast Buffet
Free Breakfast For Mother's To Be

The hotel was open, and Mary and Gunther were waiting for someone to fall into their trap.

Atlas Gym, Sunday

[suit-of-awesome.livejournal.com]

Now that Vala knew his secret, Barney realized it was only a matter of time before she told Biff and they sold it to the Skywalkers for publication in their newspapers. That would mean the end to Barney's life waking up in bed with supermodels like Tink. He would do anything to keep the empire he'd built over the last dozen years as a man. It had taken a lot of hard work and really effective purgery strategies to get Barney where he was today.

Barnabus Stinson would not be taken down. He sat at his desk, looking out over the massive machine known as Atlas Gym and plotted the removal of his enemies. If only there was a convenient killer-for-hire, he'd so set up a hit.

JGOB - Sunday Afternoon

[pyroliz.livejournal.com]

Liz had been unable to sleep, the decision of whether she had made the right choice by moving to Fandom and leaving the love of her life behind plagued her.

Finally she had given up trying to sleep by the late morning and had decided that she needed to eat.

Was she even justified in her anger about him exposing the BPRD? Surely him being the father of her twins would make everything okay, she just couldn't bear the thought that she had caused him to get drunk with Abe and sing Can't Smile Without You be miserable by her departure.

While she was in the middle of this hard decision making, she had purchased several different kinds of pastries and was in the middle of indulging herself with them, while she was pregnant she had discovered she had somewhat developed Hellboy's appetite, which was not surprising considering she was carrying two half demon children. The pastries weren't going to solve her problems but they did give her some comfort, however small that was.

[open!]

Cafe Fina - Sunday

[peace_n_war]

Everyone on the island had gone absolutely insane. Warren had listened to the radio, to the outbreak of killings, the onset of a small army of evil twins, and the epidemic of amnesia. He had listened, and he had clamped his hands into fists.

And then he had come into work today.

The world-saving always happened when he had to work. Go figure.

Today's Special:
Bring the Citizens in Distress Here
Warren Will Save Them
And Then Give You Pie.

Maybe that would keep the day interesting. Otherwise he was going to have to make do with sorting out the napkins and their horrible love triangles with the silverware.

[Fina is open! I should be around for most of the day- though I'll be gone for about an hour starting right about now.]

Sunday Afternoon: The Church

[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

The amount of flowers set up at the church could have filled a small warehouse. Their fragrance was practically dizzying and yet he stood at the end of the aisle in front of all their friends.

He looked down the aisle and smiled. A few more minutes and Charlotte would be his. Forever.

( Charlotte was pacing... )

[ooc: Preplayed with the phenomenal perfectmissyork. All of Fandom magically got invitations so they could attend at a moments notice because it's SOW and dan it it's possible that way. IC/OCD reaction threads coming up are up!]

The park, near the duckpond, Sunday afternoon

[solo_sword]

Jaina was getting married today! She was very excited, because even though John hit on her thinking she was her sister once she'd stolen Brooke's identity and only wanted the Skywalker diamond mine, he was still all she ever wanted. And now she would own his ass.

The park had been done up to look nearly as beautiful as she did, and the duck pond would be a lovely backdrop for the wedding.


[Anyone can say they got an invite. And Winchesters can just crash. It's SOW, yo. Wait for OCD!]

The Streets of Fandom - Sunday Afternoon

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Charles Bass was brooding beautifully again. His scarf and expensive black coat were billowing in a soft breeze that seemed to follow him everywhere. Last night's impromptu lap dance had been fun but it distracted him from his work. His father had ordered him to get rid of the Skywalkers and so far he had done nothing to do so. He blamed John Sheppard for his delay. Yes, that evil scarf-stealing, pointy haired bastard. This was all his fault.

Just the thought of John made Charles seethe.

[Holy crap, I love this weekend. Open, yes]

Diamond in the Rough, Sunday afternoon

[laidanegg.livejournal.com]

"Look, all I want is the world's largest uncut diamond. Don't give me any of this stuff about not having it in stock and having to call people about it. Just look in the back and find me the world's largest uncut diamond, okay?" Dick demanded. He'd already constructed his weather machine that would freeze the world, he just needed the world's largest uncut diamond to power it.

"I will give you one million dollars if you get me the world's largest uncut diamond!" he called out to the clerk in the back. After a few more minutes, the clerk came back to apologize, but they didn't have it.

"When my weather machine's working, you'll be the first person I freeze," Dick said.

An Unexplored Area of the Woods, Sunday afternoon

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker was wandering through the woods, much like Maleficent or Snow White's Stepmother, gathering poison things and singing a malevolent tune to frighten the squirrels away.

Boil them up
Cut them up
Slice them up
Yum!
Stab them
Knife them
Slice them
Dice them
Burn their little ears...

Still working on that death plot for Ronan, of course.

[ooc: for one! But you can wander through and miss seeing the plottery, or use the woods for your own nefarious purposes at your leisure.]

The Lighthouse, Sunday afternoon

[laidanegg.livejournal.com]

While everyone else was busy with all kinds of weddings, Dick brought the world's largest cubic zirconia to his weather machine that he had hidden in the lighthouse. It was time to bring devastation to the world. "MWAHAHAHAHAHA," Dick said as he placed the zirconia into the machine. Now all he had to do was turn the machine on and the whole world would be frozen in ice.

But first, he needed a nap.

When he woke up twenty minutes later, he realized, "It was all just a... No." Dick saw the weather machine. "No!" He saw the cubic zirconia. "NOOOOOO!" It hadn't been a dream at all! He had actually been trying to freeze the world! Unable to deal with the evilness that resided within him, grabbed the zirconia and leaped out of the lighthouse to the rocky water below. The evilness in his heart had died with him. He was now free from that and his narcolepsy.

[OOC: Not for interaction as Dick is a smear on the rocks.]

The Perk [Sunday Morning]

[flashesforinfo.livejournal.com]

Angela and her large mug of coffee were at a window table in the Perk.

Her excess enthusiasm from homecoming had been mildly dampened thanks to spending a large portion of yesterday feeling decidedly queasy. Stupid potent spiked punch.

Still, she was feeling much better today and was making the most of that by actually leaving her room. After listening to radio, she just had to come out an assess the truth behind the insanity. So far, it was a bit of a let down. Shame.

[[ooc: Angela is still just Angela, however if anyone wants to be drama-y at her you just know I'll love it.]]

The Beach, Saturday Morning

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Today would be his only chance. His last chance. He had to make certain everything went well, even if life had shown him that it never did. Nathan Summers's last stand was at hand.

Nathan stared down into the waves, his head hung low, his shadow an unending creature of perfect darkness. Could he get his way? Would he? Just this once?

"You're not calling Dom," the voice over the telephone informed him.

"She needs to know that I'm about to do this," he said, "She needs to be free."

"Okay, first of all, you don't have her phone number. She could be anywhere. Second of all--"

"If I send you a message, will you find her and pass it on?"

There was a long pause. "Ask me about this again tomorrow," Irene said, "And I'll expect the Rumeki government to randomly assign me a raise."

Click.

He longed.

[ open beach, kids ]

Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

[all4thewookiees.livejournal.com]

The part of Jolee Bindo will now be played by Don Cheadle.

Jolee - wearing his trademark suit and a smile that made him look 20 years younger - was still complaining. "Dammit, Tino. I don't have time to open my own booze to feed my horrible addiction. Help me out, man! I'm old!" His hair and relative lack of wrinkles disagreed with that statement.

Suddenly Jolee stopped and his British personality, Molee, took over. "Oh, I am sorry, old chap. It's my advanced age, you see. It makes my mate Jolee a tad grumpy. If you would be so kind, please do not serve him any more liquor. He has a horrible addiction and it shouldn't be fed."

Tino didn't pay any attention to any of this. He was too busy waxing his weaselly mustache.

[OOC: Open. Who knows which personality you might get if you don't choose to mod Tino?

Sorry about the delay with pings. My phone rang and then a friend expected me to hold a conversation. How rude of him.]

Sunday Night: The Graveyard

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

After dealing with Sokka's so-called "brain cancer" and everyone's craziness for most of the weekend, Mel needed a break.

So she went on patrol, taking her time to check out the new portions of the island as well as the old.

Unfortunately there weren't really any undead vampires, demons or vampires she could kill to get some of this aggression out.

At least not yet. Maybe there was at least one monster hanging out in the graveyard looking for a fight.

Maybe.

[Open with bouts of slowplay until later this evening.]

The Beach - Sunday Evening

[key-of-heart.livejournal.com]

Sora sat just at the edge of the waves, letting the cold sea water lap at the bottom of his large clown like shoes. He stared out at the waves waiting for the answer as to who he was, what he was doing there.

Someone, somewhere out there, where dream come true had to know who he was and why he existed.

[Open like a beach is]

The Perk [evening]

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory left the wedding in a haze, finally locating somewhere before she fainted. She wept and wept in the coffee shop, knowing full well that for the health of the future Skywalker heir, she could not indulge in any of the lovely Colombian roast from her native land of Colombia.

...not that she knew the child was a Skywalker, of course. DUN DUN DUN.

[open if you like; expecting one.]

The Park [By the Dockpond, of *Course*, Sunday Night]

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Luke paced around the perimeter of the pond, brain frantically trying to come up a way to salvage the complete fiasco Jaina's wedding had turned into.

The press wouldn't cover it, of course--there were benefits to owning most of the newspapers in the region--but the Winchesters would never, ever stop holding this over their heads.

There had to be a way to recover their honor. The nunnery hadn't worked before, but maybe it would now. Luke would call his sister--Jaina and Brooke's mother--but she was off with one of her numerous boytoys and was out of contact.

He'd have to come up with a plan himself. He was a Skywalker. They were good at this stuff.

Galactica Point: Moonrise

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Which is arbitrarily timed for a convenient point after sunset.

Parker waited for Ronan to get her totally convenient note, and conveniently concealed her weapons of husband disposal, and concentrated on being Sad. Wistful. Woebegone.

Can't have him suspecting *too* soon, after all.

Woe!

[for one, but of course, anyone can wander by, boat by, be on the beach, or witness the next bit from a convenient telescope on the lighthouse. DUN-DUNNN!]

Galactica Point, Sunday Afternoon

[endsthegame]

He was still mulling Father Ned's words in his mind. Could it be...? Ender wondered if it was possible for others to accept him as he was, military past and gayness and all. But he couldn't know for sure, not now, not ever.

His life was a lonely path. He found his solitude at Galactica Point, feeling the breeze lighten the heaviness of his burden. One day... perhaps... he'd learn to love another.

[ ender mostly here for one, but clearly this place is OPEN for any other pointy uses ]

Streets of Fandom, Sunday at dawn

[firebringerborn.livejournal.com]

Jan was hunting. He was hunting here, he was hunting there, he was hunting, hunting everywhere.

The clue - dawn's glare bursting flag land - was nothing but a confusing jumble. The best he'd been able to come up with was that it was dawn, he was travelling across the land, and his tail was flagged as he glared around him.

He really had no clue what it meant, nor any interest in the inheritance.

But despite this, he would hunt until he found those who had murdered Turtle.

Because he was interested in justice.

Unicorn justice.

*cue swell of dramatic music*

[ooc: Just establishy for Jan, but feel free to use the post if you want to see a unicorn running past. Also, I seriously can't get enough of saying...unicorn justice.]