The Gig, Sunday

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Firekeeper and Blind Seer had been expecting a relatively quiet day at the Gig with the horses. They had not been expecting to walk into the stables to find the horses whinnying nervously at a shrieking... something, in the middle of the floor.

It took a few moments for Firekeeper to realize it resembled the toy she'd encountered in the common room last night. Once she figured that out, she swiftly took it outside and drop-kicked it across the pasture.

That taken care of, the Gig was open.

[OOC: I... don't know. But I blame boho_to_be.]

The Graveyard | Early Afternoon | Sunday | May 16

[therewaslife]

Bod always seemed to find a measure of calmness upon visiting the graveyard, even if it wasn't the one he wanted it to be. Still, he'd been here enough lately to have memorized epitaphs, both in Latin and English. He'd created simple stories in his head for just from those words, made the names more than just etchings on granite.

Today, he needed the calmness. He hesitated to call his life tumultuous but it had been confusing. And it'd been the kind of confusing that he didn't really know how to deal with. When he'd left home, he wanted to experience everything. Now, he was realizing how idealistic that had been. He still wanted that, wanted everything, but he was having to adapt and adjust to some of the more unexpected things that hadn't really figured into that original statement.

He felt tired. Worn. It was ridiculous, he knew, to be feeling like this when Silas and a graveyard full of ghosts had done so much to make sure that he was safe and that he could be in public without looking over his shoulder. Bod could hear Silas in his mind, telling him in that quiet, precise tone that life isn't and wouldn't ever be easy.

His fingers brushed the top of a tombstone, letting the cold of the granite seep through his fingers. Silas was right, Bod knew. Life wasn't just one side of things. Life was everything. And he just had to figure things out.

[boy is thoughtful but the graveyard's an open place in town!]

The Park, Sunday Evening

[stayingfrosty.livejournal.com]

The convention or whatever was going on had wound down, and Price had felt like it had been too long since he'd had a gathering for FIRE.

So, he put up some fliers about town that morning, bought some supplies, and set up a barbecue grill and pot-luck in the park that night. He himself was grilling burgers, bratwurst, hot dogs, and chicken. It was sadly not a very vegetarian friendly grill-out.

He'd certainly turn no one away, even if they weren't part of the adult crowd for which FIRE was intended.

[ooc: Up early for timezones! OCD up and post is open!]

By the Causeway, Sunday Evening

[furnaceface]

After his library shift, Jono hadn't exactly felt like skipping merrily back to his room. He'd spent his day pretty much sequestered away behind a desk, reading about ball and socket joints and the differences between ROM and RAM (which he still didn't grasp, but they had been words on a page, which was good enough for him), and now he wanted to walk.

It was amazing how much good some fresh air could actually do for a boy who didn't actually breathe, wasn't it?

The beach had never really been his speed, but there was something about just standing on the causeway and looking out over the water that seemed like a good way to spend one of those inexplicably melancholy Sunday evenings.

At least the sunset was pretty.

[Yeah, it's just a Jono thing. Open for anyone who wants to poke the emo jawless flaming telepath, or use the causeway, or whatever it is you do.]

Our Lady of Fandom, Sunday

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel still had no idea what to think of the visitors who'd come to the island for the convention -- especially one in particular. Gabriel assured him that Dean hadn't actually said "yes". Which meant the brothers were still out there, fighting. Without his help.

They were probably screwed.

Angelbane's kittens were progressing nicely, starting to do a bit more than just tumble over on top of each other and nurse. Karal was especially precocious, taking up a post on the edge of the nest, as though to guard it. Bobby still had a tendency to trip over her own feet. The other three occasionally stared at Castiel accusingly, as though he really ought to have named them, already.

[ooc: open, though responses from me will be slow.]

The Beach, Sunday Afternoon

[vanillajello]

Kate was having a picnic for one on the beach.

Or she'd just wandered here, decided this was as good a place as any to have some snacks, and sat down. Or maybe this was all just a session of moping around, taken to the beach instead of her room because she did have some consideration for her roomie.

All a matter of your point of view.

Main thing was, she was here, sitting on the sand with her legs crossed, a bottle of soda in her hand and her bag open beside her. She fiddled with her cellphone for a while, but it was pointless. The one person she really felt like calling wasn't exactly available for phonecalls. Probably wouldn't be for a long time to come, either. And it was weird to think about that here, of all the places on the island.

So she put the phone back in her bag, and just stared out towards the water.

[ooc: Open place in town is open, yup, and so's the post.]

Caritas | Sunday

[redandblueblur.livejournal.com]

Clark bounced into work, on time as always. And still Tino didn't seem impressed.

Sadness.

Luke's Diner, May 17 (Monday)

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

The morning had started off innocuously enough, with Lacey doing her usual meticulous check of the diner to make sure everything was clean and up to her neurotically OCD standards. She hadn't even batted an eye when the cook decided he wanted to make pizza today.

She should have noticed the cook had a laptop on the counter with a browser open to Facebook.

". . . no, I'm sorry, it's a neat idea and all, but you cannot actually click to transmute the sauce, okay?"

She wasn't terribly persuasive, sad to say.

Today's Specials
Mystical Pizza
Voodoo Chicken Salad
Overstuffed Peppers

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"Fine," Lacey told him, throwing her hands up and leaving him to his own devices. "I'll just let you have your delusions. Nobody ever said I wasn't nice. Right?"

Luke's is open, and . . . not actually all that much like Cafe World. Promise.