The Gig, Sunday

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

A few months ago, the fact that nearly everyone around her seemed to suddenly be someone else would have freaked Firekeeper out. After dealing with animals turning human, though, this latest bout of weirdness was... tolerable.

Weirdness or not, though, she and Blind Seer had a job to do. And at least the horses were still themselves.

The Gig is open!

[so very, very open.]

The Park; Late Sunday Morning [ 02/08 ].

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Miss Lydia Bennet was not typically a girl who enjoyed walks as well as her sisters tended to; she was far more partial to shops filled with very luxuriant silks and trinkets that she could sometimes not afford but somehow found a means to purchase all the same. Although the town looked promising, she was, more or less, disappointed in its lack of fine milliners and hat shops and so had been reduced to a little leisurely stroll in the brisk air, where she shared a bit of a scone with some of the ducks scrambling along by the pond. Far from her ideal entertainment, but Lydia was glad for the fresh air and to be removed, at least for a little while, from the stifling company of her sister.


[[ open for all parkly needs of course! ]]

Freelance Police HQ, Sunday

[raspberryturk]

There came a time in every meerkat's life when the need arose to do one very important thing.

And that very important thing, of course, was to go and find the police in order to ask them if they would get to the bottom of all of the bugs being missing on the island. It was a travesty, after all, to have a whole island with not a single bug on it to chow down on this time of year. Whoever decided to put islands in places that got cold really ought to be ashamed of themselves.

It took a little work, of course, but finally Timon managed to make his way inside by slipping through the mail slot.

And once he was in, he noted with no small amount of dismay that leaving again was going to be a challenge.

Which was just fine with Timon. The fish in the water cooler carried on some of the most scintillating conversation.

"You don't say? You know, I totally understand what it's like, having to scramble just to get the stale stuff, pal," Timon sympathized. "I spend all my time with a real pig."

The HQ was... open, more or less.

[And flying without OCD today, because I have nooo idea how to work it in a properly AU manner.]

Atlas Gym, Sunday morning

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

After last night's fight with Catwoman (which she'd won on points, but the supervillain had still gotten away) Black Canary decided she needed to get in a workout while she was here. It wouldn't help her solve the problem of how to get back to the Watchtower, but she'd be more ready for trouble.

To that end, she checked into the Atlas Gym, and proceeded to kick, tumble, and punch the practice dummies into submission.

[ooc: open!]

Cafe Fina, Sunday

[peace_n_war]

Warren had been suspicious that Fina had been broken into the moment he had set foot inside the Café. It was the gaggle of strange humans running around, where there had been dishes before. It just didn't seem... natural.

"Which really is an indication as to how long you've been on Fandom," the guy that Warren had to assume used to be a cheese grater pointed out.

He had no idea what he was talking about, but it sounded good at the time.

Today's Specials:
Inside-Out Turkey Sandwiches
Pineapple Upside-Down Cake
Or Whatever

Yet again, weirdness had struck the island, and Warren was at work.

He was starting to blame Sundays.

Our Lady of Fandom, Sunday

[not-ironmaiden.livejournal.com]

After finally finding the church, Father O'Malley had spent half the night cursing his fate. Why!? Whyyyyy?! Why was he so different?!

Of course, there was no answer so he had gone to sleep on one of the pews.

But today... today he was ready to follow his calling again. Sitting in the confessional, he waited to help ease the pain of others.

[[Open like a church is!]]

The Park, Sunday Afternoon

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Now that he had found Arthur once more this afternoon, Merlin was going to set about the task of educating the boy about all sorts of things he may need in life.

First on the list... gravity!

Of course, this may call for a more hands on approach, considering the boy involved.

A flick of his wand and they were both suddenly and quite considerably smaller than before. And more rodent like. Really, Merlin rather liked being a squirrel. Lack of actual thumbs or not.

[[Artorius Castus modded with permission, open like a park with squirrels.]]

The Perk, Sunday Morning

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Harry had no idea who he was and his IDs didn't check out. He meant, they were him, if he'd been through Vietnam or whatever, ten years older, and built like a truck. Not that he wasn't built, but. Truck.

Between waking up with some crazy guy in glasses who had to be, like, special services or something, and running into a duck in a suit afterwards, he was feeling a little edgy.

And retreat-y. The coffee place looked normal enough, so he grabbed a seat, ordered a coffee, and flirted very, very nervously with the barrista girl.

Harry was not in top form, no. But being paranoid didn't mean they weren't after you.

[ ooopen ]

MHA Pool, Sunday Afternoon

[flipped-god-off.livejournal.com]

After the various encounters along the boardwalk last night, Jason had come back to the apartment he'd woken up in and hadn't slept. Someone knew him here. Someone using an alias he didn't remember and someone demanding he remember memories he couldn't unlock.

He wasn't shaken. Jason didn't get shaken over things. No, he was curious, interested and onto something. He wanted to know who she was and if she was with the organizations that had transformed him from a soldier into a killing machine.

He could remember that. Remember killing so many people. Every detail. He just couldn't remember who.

Because of that, he'd decided to stay close to his point of origin. Staying inside meant he couldn't do any subtle observations so he went outside and, after finding several space heaters around the pool, had taken a seat in a chair and started paging through one of the various files he'd found in the desk in the lobby. Names, dates, contracts. They had to be important.

His life depended on it. He had to find the memories before they found him and killed him. He had to have revenge.

[Look, I'd hate myself if I didn't take full advantage of this weekend. So, open, of course! Swim, don't swim, talk to Jason, or don't! Go wild!

Things Reborn, Sunday

[iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com]

Only one word could adequately describe what Greg Brady thought of Things Reborn when he walked in. "Groovy." Since he was such a helpful guy and there didn't seem to be anyone around, he decided to help out customers with any questions they might have. Also, he put up a sign that said "10% off all 70's clothes." It was his way of helping pull people in.

Also, he was going to buy a lot of them. That would be helpful, too.

The Perk, Sunday Afternoon

[funnyways.livejournal.com]

Mina cradled a cup of coffee in her hands, thinking about the night previous.

She didn't really like some of what happened. It left her uneasy. Where was the last Van Helsing or even that stupid bloody Rupert Galvin when you needed them?

She hated feeling alone. Being alone she could stand, just fine. Feeling alone, that was different.

[ooc: Open!]

Turtle & Canary, Sunday February 8

[gkar-lastkhari.livejournal.com]

Outside of a rather unusual radio broadcast last night, G'Kar hadn't noticed anything terribly amiss about the island today.

He merely settled in behind the counter, a journal and his copy of the play script in hand. So, so busy really.

Today's Squishy Flavors; Tastes Like Summer, Orange Sphlew, Snot

Wellspring Arms

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

Julian was growing more and more convinced that this entire place was really an elaborate holosuite program joke put together by Miles. The whole island was just too ridiculous to be taken entirely seriously. He kept expecting Vic Fontaine to come around the corner.

Not in this particular shop, of course, but still. Julian looked interested at all of the weaponry. Worf, he decided, would love this place.

[OOC: Yeah, he doesn't know he works here.]

First National Bank of Fandom [afternoon]

[saveonpostage.livejournal.com]

It was time! Catwoman could practically hear the dramatic music cue up behind her as she stalked oh-so-stealthily (in bright daylight. While wearing a catsuit. And carrying a shovel) towards the bank.

"Fifty morrrrrrre paces!" she said excitedly to the shirt treasure map she was holding. "And then X will marrrrrrk the spot! And I'll be rrrrrrrich!"

Enough to pay for the defense lawyer when her plan was inevitably foiled. Catwoman took that in stride.

[OOC: wait for the small OCD]

Around town, Sunday night

[iruinenglish.livejournal.com]

Blah blah, secret identity blah.

After last night, Buffy was just wandering around town with her crossbow. That would be in addition to an array of stakes and holy water vials and the usual hidden on her person. What? That was two fights last night, with two different types of bad guys.

So color her conspicuous. After radio last night, if worse came to worse, she could probably claim it wasn't her or something.

[This is like three nights in a row for her or something, but damn it's fun. Open!]

J,GOB [early Sunday evening]

[momslilassassin]

Obi-Wan had much to ponder from this weekend. He found it was much easier to ponder things with a supply of pastries, which was why he was at a table at J,GOB, trying to explain to the squirrels at the doorway that no, he would not be sharing with them, and no, he didn't care how cute they were.

[OOC: For all your vague Jedi Master-y needs!]

Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

[all4thewookiees.livejournal.com]

Jolee came in and checked to make sure that Tino, the zombies, and T1 were all who they were supposed to be. Once he did that, he took a seat in the lounge and let Tino take care of whatever insanity might happen tonight.

[OOC: Continuing the proud tradition for this weekend of cheating and making it a mod Tino night. Jolee's in the lounge if anyone wants to talk to him specifically.]

The Park, Sunday lunchtime

[future_sandworm]

Leto was tired. She was sitting on a bench in the park, wrapped in a cloak. She was also hungry and in a terribly bad mood. This island seemed to lack mortals with proper respect for the gods, as well as decent olives. There were no humble servants to be found and she had had to sleep out of doors. To make things worse, the baby inside her kept kicking a lot. If she ever saw Zeus again she would kick him where it hurt.

[Open!]

Coyote Medicine, Monday

[wantstodirect]

Tony had two things to be grateful for that morning. One, that he'd been himself this weekend and two, that he'd taken photos.

COYOTE MEDICINE
Native Artifacts and Medicine Man Services
Aura Cleansing 15% off. Feel like yourself again!

Fast Eddies - Sunday Late Afternoon

[imcalledandros.livejournal.com]

After he had spent yesterday just lounging around and enjoying the fact that he didn't have to do any training or fight any monsters (he really hoped the others could handle that without him.) Kenta decided that he was going to do some exploring and try and find out more about this strange place that he seemed to be in.

It wasn't long at all before he had came across Fast Eddies and decided to have a look inside.

"...awesome!" he cried, when he noticed that there were video games there.

He was going to be there for a while.

[ooc: open!]