The Perk - Saturday Morning

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

Tomoyo wanted tea. She had woken up in a strange room, in a strange building, without her bodyguards. And Sakura seemed to be nowhere to be found.

Not to mention this was clearly not Japan.

But Tomoyo was a proper girl, and she did what a lady ought to do when confronted with such a situation. 1) Call her mother. Who, as usual, was busy.

Option two: tea.

Which left a small, ten-year-old girl, calmly sipping her tea and watching the other patrons of the establishment and thinking up new ideas for Sakura's costumes. She might as well make the best of the opportunity.


[OOC: Yes, I'm cruel. Dōjima Yurika is now Daidōji Tomoyo from Cardcaptor Sakura. The sheer amount of cute ought to be illegal. Short periods of AFK, as I turn myself into a fake-ginger.]

Wonka's Sweets Shoppe, Saturday morning

[trustshisbarber.livejournal.com]

When Yellow came to Wonka's this morning, he hadn't expected this kind of treatment. He was thinking that maybe he'd get some candy and make friends with the salesperson.

Instead, he was placed on a counter, had a tag put around his wrist, and was turned into today's special sale. "It's nice to know that I'm special," he said proudly. The fact that they were planning to sell him to be eaten hadn't quite crossed his mind yet.

[OOC: JJJ is the Yellow M&M. The same guy plays both. That's why I love JK Simmons. Open as a candy store.]

MHA Pool, Saturday Detention Hours

[satedan-soldier.livejournal.com]

Upon his return from a slo-motion run down the beach, Jason made his way to the pool to set up for some party he was throwing for Buffy, Claudia, and Brooke. They sounded hot.

Filling the pool and setting out deck chairs and space heaters, Jason's tanned and tattoo-free skin and his thick, dark hair shone in the bright sunshine. He hummed to himself as he worked to erect the lifeguard stand, securing his red float to the side before climbing on top, his job complete.

"This is gonna be awesome," Jason announced, surveying the results of his hard work and flipping open his phone to order up some pizza.

The MHA Pool was ready for business and Detention was in session.

[Ronon is now Baywatch Hawaii's Jason, and Detention is now a Pool Party open to all!]

The Preserve, Saturday Noon

[bitchprince]

A careful exploration and retreat brought Arthur to the edges of the forest. Still, the geography made absolutely no sense to him, and he'd yet to encounter anyone who could tell him approximately where he was. Even the architecture made little sense, but it was certainly not the Saxons' kind of trickery. Someone else had abducted him.

Perhaps with time, he'd locate a denizen of this place, and find his way back to his knights.

[[ and it's an open preserve! ]]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Saturday

[blinkandsneeze.livejournal.com]

Spinning around in the chair was only entertaining for so long, really, but that did not stop Viki from amusing herself with it for as long as possible before settling down and putting everything in order at work.

Because, quite honestly, work was one of the few places that Viki thought should be in order.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today’s Specials
Salmon Quesadillas with Sun-Dried Tomatoes

All around Town; Saturday [ 02/07 ].

[berserkerminsc.livejournal.com]

It was hardly St. Canard, but that was no reason to not be in action! Swooping from rooftop to rooftop, dipping into alleys, occasionally smashing his beak into a wall, the Masked Mallard made his rounds, looking for crime.

"I am the terror that flaps in the night!" he called as he swung. It didn't seem to matter much that it wasn't night at all.

"I," he said, swinging, "am the kernel of popcorn that gets stuck in your teeth!"

"I," swing, "am DARKWING DUCK!"

Miraculously, he landed on the next rooftop, standing up straight as he looked over the town.

"Let's get dangerous."


[[ ILU, Jim Cummings. Very open! When there's trouble, you call DW! ]]

[[ there is a slight warning of a spot of activity deadness this evening as we celebrate a birfday ]]

The Beach: Saturday Morning

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Jaime was frustrated. So far all her attempts to contact OSI, Oscar, Rudy and even (*sigh*) hunky Steve Austin had resulted in calling a Chinese restaurant somewhere in New Jersey.

Obviously she must be under some deep cover to be on this island. She just needed to figure out the reason why and get this case resolved.

But before that could happen she needed to unwind. And the best way to do that was a slow motion run on the beach.

NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH-NAH!

Of course this slow motion run was really clocked at 60 mph. It just looked like she was running in slow motion.

[Open though I will only be available for slow play until evening.]

Pizza Planet, Saturday

[time-flyer-5.livejournal.com]

Heather didn't remember being on an island when she'd gone to bed last night, but she could go with it. It wouldn't be the first time something like this had happened, anyway.

There was just the slight problem of paying for airfare to get out of here by Monday -- it hadn't been easy to score those Coldplay concert tickets, and no way was she just blowing it off. Also, food would be good.

Imagine her pleased surpries when she left the dorms (wow, had she picked up a college student or something?) and ventured into town, toward a pizza parlor that . . . actually had some really nice furniture in it, and a kitchen staff that acted like they knew her; at least, that was a reasonable assumption to make when they asked her, with a disturbing degree of deference, what she wanted them to do.

It was kind of awesome that they didn't bat an eye when she told them to go take that vintage-looking lamp and some of the cool chairs, sell them off, and bring her back the money.

Sweet.

[OOC: Pizza Planet is open, but Jen's not here. Particularly because she is Heather Mosby for the weekend. And also gone. ETA: Er. Gone from Pizza Planet, not the island.]

Jeff, God of Biscuits - Saturday Afternoon

[absolutesnark]

After being thoroughly confused by the strange boy back in the weird motel room or whatever it was, Lou decided there was only one way to deal with this. She was going to make an awesome sandwich. That would be why she stopped in a bakery first. She wanted to see if this Jeff guy really was a god of biscuits. She figured she could find the best bread here and go from there.

Deli meats would be next on her list.

[ooc: expecting someone, but open if you don't mind slow play]

Around the Park, Saturday Afternoon

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Todd was a soldier, and required his daily training regimen. A few laps around this grassy area and then some hand to hand combat.

He did not question why he had been dropped into unfamiliar territory. He did not question. This was a training operation and he would await orders.


[Open! Jack is Todd from Soldier despite the lack of iconage]

Groovy Tunes, Saturday [2/7]

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hugo Z Hackenbush had felt a strange compulsion to come open up this music store. He even had the key.

So today, he'd pretend to be a doctor of Musicology. It couldn't be that hard, could it?

[ooc: Flying OCD free]

Cafe Fina - Saturday All day

[wannabe-samurai.livejournal.com]

Kurogane should have known just to go back upstairs after coming down to the cafe and finding all the utensils were all human...

The sense of shock though ended fairly quickly when they still all acted exactly the same.

Still, Kurogane braced himself for anything else weird that might walk through the door when he opened the cafe.

Today's Specials
Comfort Food (You name it We got it)
Pie - various

The Skies Above Fandom Island

[thatsamilkshake]

Wallflower wasn't entirely sure where she was when she woke up, but that wasn't exactly unusual. Something about the Cartoonist having a really sucky short-term memory and liking to retcon and fly by the seat of his pants a lot.

Pretty much as soon as she'd had those thoughts they were gone, the 4th wall was neatly bricked up and back in its place, and she knew what she was supposed to be doing: FIGHTING CRIME!

In the sky!

She wasn't sure if there was a lot of sky crime around here, but hey, there were plenty of trees and birds and clouds and that gorgeous castle to fly past while she scanned the island below looking for some.

__
[Open to fliers of all stripes! Wallflower looks just like Francine in a shiny red-and-blue spandex suit, but she won't recognize the name.]

Boardwalk, Saturday Evening

[flipped-god-off.livejournal.com]

There was only so long a man could be a recluse before he drove himself insane. When you were as restless as Jason was, that time became even shorter before he finally grabbed a light jacket and swept out of the apartment. He didn't know exactly where he was going but that didn't matter.

As he walked, he memorized the color of the gravel, the sidewalks, the buildings. He memorized street signs, shapes, sizes and distinctive details. He built the entirety of the island in his head and locked it down, saved it for later. It might be good for a quick escape.

There was likely one way off an island, like most small islands. If that was taken out, Jason would have to be creative. Or he would have to die and that was not an option.

His path found him on the boardwalk. The rail was cold beneath his hands.

Death.

He hadn't been on a boardwalk in years. At that time, there had been vendors, cotton candy and people. This time, it was quiet. Jason kept his eyes on some faraway point but was not distracted. He wasn't built that way.

[Open, of couuuuuuurse!]

Around town, Saturday night

[iruinenglish.livejournal.com]

See, the detention that turned into a pool party was cool. Then there'd been the trip to Caritas that was juuuust a little weird. And Summersy. And after that she knew something had to be up, even if she didn't know what, so she was out on patrol again. She never ran into anything, but this kind of had the feeling one one of those times when people would run amok turning into their costumes or something, so she wanted to be out there just in case.

And if people were running amok because they'd turned into her costumes, she was going to kick the ass of whoever's party she didn't get invited to. Or maybe thank them.


[Yes, she's out again. Totes open. And no, she's not allowed to stake any temporary vampires.]

Caritas - Saturday Evening [Open]

[canoutdrinkyou.livejournal.com]

Marion hadn't noticed anything weird going on in town today. Then again, Marion wasn't exactly the most social of people these days and wouldn't have known the difference between one crazy person and another.

[I'm totally cheating and making it a mod Tino night]

JGOB: Saturday Evening

[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

"Diane! This is Special Agent Cookie. Me am no longer at Twin Beaks. Me now at Fandom. Me have not idea what this means," the blue furry monster said into his tape recorder. "But me have found something better! A JGOB! I do not know what JGOB is but they have COOOOOOOKIES! Darn good cookies! OMNOMNOMNOM! And PIE! Darn good pie! OMNOMNOMNOM! And CAKE! Darn good cake! OMNOMNOMNOM! And PLATES! OMNOMNOMNOM! Darn good plates! Me love plates!"

The staff at J'GOB stared in amazement as blue furry thing with googly eyes ate his way through the store. At some points literally.

[Mostly Establishy as I will be going AFK until late tonight.]

The pond, Saturday evening

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

SPLASH!

Black Canary appeared a foot above the pond out of nowhere, and had time for a small shriek before landing in it.

[ooc: for a supervillainess! Feel free to comment or spectate, but getting in the way would be a bad idea.]

Streets of Fandom - Saturday evening

[suit-of-sables.livejournal.com]

Cutter was starting to get annoyed.

Deeply annoyed.

After all, he didn't know why he was here, he was in the middle of training for a competition, and he couldn't find a fricking curling rink anywhere in this town.

If Lennox was trying to stash some of his merchandise in my room and something happened and this is all some f-ed up dream, I'm kicking his ass, Golden Broom or no.

[Geoffrey is currently Chris Cutter from Men with Brooms. Beware a foul mouth and a desire to fling rocks across ice with great expertise ^_^]