The Perk, Sunday Morning

[likethegun]

When Thom had woken up this morning, he'd gone straight to church, and even though he was disappointed that there wasn't a Mass, he'd still said his prayers, adding in an extra one for guidance in this strange place where he'd found himself. After that, he took a walk through the town with his sketchpad, and ended up in the coffeeshop. It was warm and dry, and the coffee smelled good, and there was a table open right by the window. He sat down with his cup and opened his sketchpad, staring out into the rain for inspiration. God must have had a reason for making it so wet, and the raindrops did look awfully pretty if you looked at them just right.

[Yes, Sam is finally Thomas Kinkade. Open Perk is open, of course!]

The park - Sunday afternoon

[thinkbetterofme.livejournal.com]

This infernal rain would not let on. There was a steady drip that made Dilios' red warrior's cloak heavy on his shoulders. Even the eyepatch covering the left side of his face was soaked through, but Dilios did not let it bother him. The constant patter of the rain on his heavy bronze shield was almost cheering. They did not get much weather like this in Sparta and so Dilios stood, vigil even in this strange place.

Remember us, the rain seemed to tell him and perhaps that was why he was here. To tell of Leonidas and his 300. Of the Spartans who he fought with side by side, but whose grave he did not share.

[Open for rain drenched park needs or anyone wishing to run into a soaked Spartan.]

First National Bank of Fandom Town, Sunday afternoon

[exboywonder.livejournal.com]

There had been issues. Dick Dastardly couldn't find Muttley, he didn't have a plane to chase any pigeons... He couldn't even find a pigeon to catch! So he needed a pigeon locator and a plane, but he needed money to buy both of those since he couldn't find his regular mechanic.

He did have keys to a motorcycle, though, and it didn't take him long to find where the motorcycle was parked, paint it purple, and put a spikey drill thing on the front of it. Once that was all settled, Dick Dastardly rode over to the bank, where he would earn that money the old fashioned way: by stealing it. All he had to do was drill into the lock, ride his brand new Mean Machine over to the vault, and start drilling into that.

"Drat, drat, and double drat!" Dick Dastardly cursed as he started drilling. "This is going to take forever with this drill! Lucky for me, the bank is closed on Sunday, so I won't have any interruptions."

[OOC: Open to interruptions.]

The Devil's Nest - Sunday

[rivaini-pirate.livejournal.com]

No really, the rain was getting beyond old. Maybe she needed to think of investing in a cloak. It would help the whole getting soaked thing.

Isabela set up behind the bar, pouring herself a drink to warm up. She was rather oblivious to what was going on, even if she'd known to listen to the radio, it probably would have passed her by. This world was strange and its quirks so fair were impossible for her to discern. So it was that she sat behind the bar, whetting her knives as she would on any other day.

The Preserve, Monday Evening

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

After his conversation with Karla the previous week, and the train wreck of a weekend he'd just experienced, Wesley, true to his word, trekked out to the preserve on Monday evening to set up what would be a memorial for Katniss. The preserve had obviously been a place of some significance ot her, given her avocation for hunting, and it just seemed natural to have it there rather than in a park or in the church. So that evening found him setting up candles people could light and sprigs of katniss and other flowers for people to lay down if they wanted to, and clearing a spot for people to congregate. There were blankets on the floor, since the nonstop rain lately had made the ground fairly wet, and seemingly limitless boxes of tissues.

There. That... that was a memorial. With all the candles lit, it would be a proper memorial, but until then, he lit one of his own.

[[up early for SP tomorrow! open to those who know about the Games, and NFB due to the whole memorial thing. OCD coming up!]]