Atlas Gym, Fandom Fight Club [Sunday Evening]

[atreideslioness]

There was a poster tacked up on the door to the main gym, with the following text written in alternating handwriting, as if the marker had been shared between two people:

( I see all this potential. )

"Now, my favorite part. We're going to randomly pick some fights." It was possible Ghanima looked a bit too gleeful about this. "You and you. You two. You two too. You and you, and hrm, you, and ... you." There was practically a halo over her head as she pointed at Tyler. "There. Get to know your new friends, then get to know the mat. Anyone I didn't just pair up, find your own partner."

[Up early for massive SP! Wait for theMassive OCD is massive and up.]

ETA:You people are breaking my browser! Mingle | RNG Fights | Open Sparring | Ghanima and Tyler | OOC | Next Week's RNG

The Gig, Sunday

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Firekeeper was in a very good mood as she went to work today. Naturally, the horses asked why. And while they agreed that showing Dinah around the Preserve could be fun, they were somewhat less than enthusiastic about the idea of a fight club, and the reminder that the wolves who worked with them were, well, wolves.

"It's not like you're the one I'll be fighting," Firekeeper told Bold with a roll of her eyes. "Just the humans."

[open and OCD-free because I am a lazy butt!]

The Preserve, Sunday Afternoon

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah tromped along as quietly as she could with her video recorder, following Blysse and Blind Seer. So far, no little blue deer. But she had hopes, and the day was warm enough for nothing more than a light jacket.

"Where are we going?"

[for the wolves]

Things Reborn, Sunday

[iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com]

Ben was impressed enough by the work Claire and Harper had done on the vintage sundress window display that he didn't have the heart to take any of it down yet. Instead, he added some novelty sunglasses to the mannequins. Because nothing said "Spring is coming" like novlety sunglasses. Ben was pretty sure he'd heard that somewhere.

[OOC: Running off for some errands. Back in a few hours.]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

Biff was behind the counter, spinning in circles in his chair.

He was booooooored.

Wellspring Arms was open and OCD-free!!

Freelance Police HQ, Sunday

[raspberryturk]

Reno was in a good mood! There was a fighty thing later today, and the baby was safe and sound, and there wasn't a thing in the world for Reno to complain about. Because the baby being safe and sound meant he didn't have to figure out diapers again any time soon, and the fight club thing meant that he'd get to hit things.

Which he reminded Leonard quite vehemently when he opened the closet to feed him and the guy tumbled out and fell on his feet.

Reno really needed this opportunity to hit things.

The Freelance Police HQ was open for business!

Cafe Fina, Sunday

[peace_n_war]

Today at Cafe Fina, the dishes figured that they were going to surprise Warren by preparing food that he liked. Not for any particular reason, really. They were just hoping that they could get him in a good mood. Because good moods meant that they might be lucky enough to get through the day without fireballs flying toward their rear ends.

The problem with attempting to fry everything, of course, was that dishes weren't the most coordinated individuals, and the result was grease all over the floor.

Sadly, Warren found the grease spots before the Mop did.

Today's Specials:
Deep-fried Mutton Rolls
Chicken Balls
Battered Shrimp
Candied Banana Fritters

Maybe Warren would appreciate their efforts more if they'd ever work up the nerve to attempt to help him get up off the slippery, greasy floor.

Stark Industries, Sunday

[carsexual]

Sam brought in the weekly load of frozen burritos and whatnot, plus some Benadryl (he wasn't sure why the first aid kit was out, but, whatever) and sat down to begin his weekly duty of not touching anything. Even if he really wanted to. He hadn't broken Bumblebee yet, right?

Stark Industries is open.

The Lighthouse, Sunday

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

Sure it was cloudy, but it was warm! Tully had the stereo blasting as he worked on a new sign for Eliza's shop out in front of the house. And speaking of the house, it was starting to look like he'd be able to move in within a month or two.

Then the real hard work began. Restoring the light itself.

The York Gallery; Sunday [ 03/08 ].

[perfectmissyork.livejournal.com]

After a long week of debating with herself and deciding, Charlotte York finally set down the phone at the main desk in the gallery, sealing the deal on the next exhibit to be coming in. She usually did this well before a Sunday, and had arranged that the best time for the pieces to show up would be Wednesday, which left her pouring over her little planner, scribbling out a plan for when exactly to open it. Something that gave enough time to advertise and wouldn't interfere with anything else going on on the island and might hopefully bring people in...

...of course, the task of organizing was actually fairly simple, especially for Charlotte, who had been doing it for so long, but she was so good at making it more complicated and involving that it really was that she just couldn't help herself.

And, to be fair, passing off treats and pausing to dole out adorations to Elizabeth Taylor kept distracting her, too.


[[ gallery is closed, but the post is definitely open! I am a little slow, though. ]]

Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

[all4thewookiees.livejournal.com]

It was one of those nights where against all expectations, there was nothing weird going on at the bar. Nobody was wearing a silly outfit, nobody was squabbling, everyone was on good behavior.

It was almost disappointing. But since almost doesn't count, everyone continued to be in good spirits.

Jolee liked nights like this.