The Lighthouse, Late Saturday Morning

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

Tully trundled back to the house from the tower, scowling as usual. The house, though he'd lived in it for years looked like it had been abandoned for twice that long.

There was an ominous "NO TRESPASSING" sign at the bottom of the drive.

Some say the place is haunted. Tully's not telling.

The Church, Early Sunday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

The sun was still rising when Father Jack took to the pulpit this morning, candles still blazing attractively and arrangements of poinsettias and lilies grouped about the altar. He smoothed his hair before beginning to speak, but an alert parishioner might wonder if he had ever been to bed at all.

"I bring you together this morning to speak of the value of forgiveness," he began in a deep, resonant voice. "As the good book says, 'Forgive, and you will be forgiven.' We know that is a challenge sometimes. When my half-brother impersonated me and emptied my bank account, it was very hard to forgive him. Yet I managed, because I knew he knew the secret of who are real father truly was. And he told me, because I had forgiven him." He smiled, seemingly at peace with this. "And when I learned my neighbor was using the basement of the rectory as part of a giant drug-smuggling ring, I forgave her. She showed her gratitude by knocking me out with a candlestick, but that was..."

He had a feeling he was drifting from the point.

"The point is, forgiveness is good, no matter what certain other priests in town might tell you. Bless you all. If you wish to give confession, come see me after Mass is ended."

He stepped back and took his seat again, furtively rubbing the marks on his skin from his secret session with Mistress Raven. Sometimes, pain helped him forgive himself.

[OOC; Open for all your early church needs!]

The Docks- Sunday afternoon

[solo_sword]

Jaina Solo was awash in a sea of emotions. Life had been going so well for her, having finally gotten over the pain of her broken engagement and the loss of Charles and the long, drawn-out court case that had developed after her mother Brooke had accused her in public of attempted murder. But things were good now. She ran the biggest modeling agency on the East Coast now, and she and her mother had patched up their differences and forgotten all about that suffocation thing. Perhaps she'd even try to get married again soon, she was due for a new love interest.

And now Charles was back, and John Sheppard was back in her life, and she knew something about Wade and had to find a way to bring him down, and Brooke wanted to talk to her. Apparently that thread had carried over into the next day. She could only imagine what was next.

So for the moment she found herself on the docks, hugging herself as she stared out at the water, searching for answers.


[So totally open.]

the park | late morning | sunday | december 6

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

Taking advantage of the overcast day, Hannibal, pale as the winter snow and cloaked in black, took a seat on one of the benches. His movements were smooth, graceful and elegant. Almost too elegant for a man his size. But, that was neither here nor there. His dark sunglasses covered his eyes and yet, he kept his head downcast. Hannibal had learned that looking meek, looking non-threatening was the best way to get close to people.

Being out during the day was a risk, he knew since he didn't have a fancy ring like Damon, but there were so many people to smell, to want and, if he was lucky, to eat. For now, though, he was just going to sit and enjoy the cool, crisp air. He was going to toss some bread at passing ducks and wonder how well they'd sustain him. Ducks were just small pickings though. There were bigger, better things to partake in.

And if there had been musical accompaniment when a small, devious smile pulled at the corners of Hannibal's mouth, it would definitely sound sinister.

[park post is open! this is about the only way i'll use ANY of hannibal's canon for awhile so yes, he's a vaaaampire. i haven't planned on him turning anyone (though he'll try with just about anyone) because TRAUMA but the drama of him attempting can be played up!]

Freelance Police HQ, Sunday

[survivesplague.livejournal.com]

If Hank Katarn knew anything about do-gooders, it was that they wouldn't expect somebody in the Freelance Police HQ to be working on a freeze ray powered by a rare diamond that could freeze the world. The very thing was unthinkable! Who would expect psychotic individuals to work here?

Okay, maybe Hank hadn't done his homework. But still! So that's what he was doing this afternoon at work. Building a freeze ray and cackling maniacally when nobody was looking.

[OOC: The OCD has been frozen.]

The Perk, Sunday late morning

[future_sandworm]

Leto had spent most of yesterday in his room, but just the short trips to the common room to get food had given him the impression that something odd was going on again. He wasn't overly concerned, however, as it didn't involve him personally and he didn't sense any kind of threat.

Anyway, this was a good morning for a coffee and some kind of cake at the Perk. It was also a good day for wearing his birthday gift from Irulan.

[open, of course]

Wellspring Arms [all day]

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

Biff wasn't here today, working with weapons and plotting his twin brother's deah. Nay! Nay! Biff was locked in a cold, damp basement and Ffib, his evil twin (shut up, Ffib was an excellent name), was wandering through the store, giving all of the weapons pet names and cackling to himself.

Wellsprings Arms was open, but God help you if you choose to enter...

JGOB [Sunday morning]

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Clutching a bear claw protectively to his chest (no one could take his bear claws away, Father Ned. No one!), Luke stared pensively into his coffee.

It was hard being a district attorney in a town full of lawless bastards.

And those were just the ones he was related to.

He was rather desperate for any form of company.

MCA Lobby, Afternoon, [12/6]

[funnyways.livejournal.com]

Mina Murray sat behind the lobby desk, a hand clutched at her heart.

She was with child, the child of her beloved Allan Quatermain. What hope would a half-vampire baby with a recently resurrected father who traipsed about Africa have in this world? What hope would she have, a single mother who was also a vampire and secretly a ninja assassin for the mafia.

Life always proved so difficult.

[ooc: idek. Open!]

The Streets of Town [Sunday Afternoon]

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

Claire had finally found enough information to make an educated guess as to the identity of her father and she was currently on her way to confront the man she suspected.

She just hoped she was wrong.





[open! feel free to catch her anywhere in town!]

Town Hall, Sunday Afternoon

[tyler_gone]

It was finally the day Tyler had dreamed of all his life -- his wedding day, the day he and Tony Stark-Bass would become one. They'd rented a grand room in Town Hall for the ceremony and following reception, and everything was perfect. The marble floor had been polished until it shone like a mirror, gilt tapestries draped the walls, and arrangements of orchids flown in from Africa bedecked the altar where the men would plight their troth.

In the back of the room, large ice sculptures of Tyler and Tony as mythical creatures -- Tyler as a centaur, Tony as a pegasus -- kept the wedding cake, champagne and caviar cool. A stage for a musical performance was to one side. Everywhere, workers rushed about to put the finishing touches on the room.

It made Tyler tear up just to see it. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

[OOC: OCD up, all Fandom invited!]

The Perk [Sunday Afternoon]

[likeababyduck.livejournal.com]

Lance Sweets, Doctor Extraordinaire, was not currently on duty and, as such, decided to indulge in a cup of coffee and the Sunday paper. He spent a lot of time reading the obituaries and regretting that he hadn't been able to save all those poor people with his amazing medical skills.




[expecting one, but can be open if you want to talk to Sweets/need emergency medical care. or use for your own Perk needs]

Caritas | Sunday

[fabulous-secret.livejournal.com]

After spending the majority of Saturday staring in a mirror an arguing with her alternate personality, Adora managed to get herself down to Caritas for work on time.

"Don't look at me like that, Tino, we are not an item," she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder before turning to show him a wicked smile and the left side of her face. The music went dark as Aurora appeared.

After Aurora finished making out with Tino like the slut that she was, Adora rinsed her mouth with a glass of tonic water and settled in at the lounge to keep the skeeve off of her pretty pink dress.

[Oh yes, mod Tino.]

On the way to Ink & Holes, Saturday afternoon

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was back in control of Dean's body, and damn if he wasn't going to make the best of that situation for as long as possible. He'd already taken the time to spike up his hair and dye it purple, and though there wasn't a whole lot he could do about Dean's whole daily shaving nonsense, he was at least sporting a nice little bit of scruff in the shape of the goatee and mutton-chops.

Now to pierce and tattoo the shit out of himself. That'd show Dean he was totally the rational side of his personality.

[ooc: oh so totally open.]

A corner in town- Sunday night

[iruinenglish.livejournal.com]

Buffy had done a lot of soul-searching, trying to figure out what to do about this baby. She knew she couldn't count on Jason and could only hope it wasn't his, and her former addictions and run ins with the law had left her with little money to her name and horrible credit.

She was left with the only choice she felt she had left. She'd sworn she'd never go back to it, but she had to find a way to make ends meet for the sake of her child!

So tonight, Buffy Summers was on a different kind of patrol. The kind of patrol that meant hookering.


[IDEK. Open, against all better judgment. You'll have to pay though.]

Rocky Bits [sunset]

[momslilassassin]

It was official once the thread finished: Ben had nose cancer. NOSE CANCER. His beautiful, beautiful face would be ruined forever!

And without his hotness, he was nothing! So there was no alternative than to pitch himself from the cliffs.

Well, after he finished his greatest graffiti masterpiece on the rocks nearby: a piece of art so beautiful it would make the world weep!

[OOC: Open. Yeah, I don't know.]

Various places around town, Sunday Night

[lickyourmind.livejournal.com]

Jason was up to no good. If the paint machine gun didn't give that much away, then the crazed, drugged-out expression on his face, just might. It was time to do some breaking and entering. Break and enter and shoot some shit up.

He wasn't going to be too specific either. Pick a place, fuck it up, then pick another. He was Jason Stackhouse and he was fucking invisible.

Tonight was about trying to forget his babymama's.

Effy was a goddamned fangbanger.
Buffy was too goddamned emotional.
And Eliza... wait, Ellen? No... no...Emma? Whatever her goddamned name was, she hit him!
Screw his babymama's!

Leaning back against a brick building, Jason took aim and fired. He wasn't sure what he hit, but knowing he hit something, had him laughing his ass off.

Then he took off running.

[[OOC: Totally open for whatever! ]]

By the pond in the park, Sunday evening

[lovemykilt]

Priestly hadn't managed to get any piercings, but he had managed to hatch a diabolical plan to murder Dean and thus take full control of his body. Then he could seduce Dinah properly and the two of them could run away together to some distant place where there were no Skywalkers or Winchesters to contend with.

Really, it was the perfect plan. He'd even managed to get his hands on a gun.

Don't ask where or how. It's a terribly convoluted tale of subterfuge involving . . . going and getting Dean's. Okay, so not so much convoluted and not really involving any subterfuge at all. It did involve a fair amount of lying to himself in hopes that he'd be able to catch Dean by surprise.

It's hard to sneak up on someone who's living in the same head as you are.

But now, oh now it was time for the grand finale. He made his way into the park to the pond, then spun in place, yelling at the trees.

"Alright, you bastard!" (Yeah, never mind that such a statement called his own biological parentage into question.) "I'm calling you out!"

[ooc: for thems what know.]