Fixer Uppers; Monday [ 08/08 ].

[geewhizfellas.livejournal.com]

There were certain minds that, like fertile soil, would allow an idea to grow and flourish when its seed was planted. Butters Stotch had one of those minds. Sometimes, this was a good thing...

...More often than not, however, it lead to situations like the one he got himself into once he came in to work today. Alien STDs, he realized, the more he thought about it, could be a serious threat, and just because the monsters were gone, it didn't mean their ickiness was, too. He knew from South Park Elementary's excellent sex ed program how to defend oneself against human STDs, but alien ones?

After setting up a barrier of sheet metal around the counter as an extra precaution, the space was soon to be filled with some very...interesting attempts of an effective alien condom, brought forth into the world entirely based not on science or knowledge, but purely on imagination.

Fixer Uppers is open!

The Preserve, Monday Afternoon

[dollpocalypse]

Topher woke up on the ground of the preserve, having slept through the day before. He reached up to touch his face, finding the skin still leathery, and recoiled sharply. His face was… sticky. And though on another occasion it could have been from cheese or chocolate or whatever he’d been casually snacking on the night before, today there was no question about it. It was blood.

He forced himself to think logically about what had happened, but found his mind murky. He’d… changed. Hurt animals. Hurt people. And not in an abstract, taunting sort of way, the way he made fun of people. Actively, with fists and claws and physical strength. The sensation of having power for once… Topher could still feel how euphoric it had been. In his ordinary life, he wasn’t strong, not conventionally. He couldn’t – couldn’t fight. And yes, he was brilliant, but he’d never had the experience of using his brain to hurt someone before. At least, apart from snide remarks.  

Now he knew how it would feel afterward. Sick, and – for all that he’d been strong – surprisingly powerless. And then there was something unfamiliar.

Guilt.

With that compounded with the physical soreness, it took Topher a long time to get off of the ground and begin limping back to the dorms.

[[Open if anyone happens to be out there, though you may be subjected to raging SP while I pack up boxes. Sigh.]]

Cafe Luke's, Monday

[gastronomistic]

". . . on a genetic level, yes. From what looked like a rock. . . . We launched it into space. . . . Well how should I know? None of it is in my field!"

Vincent was on the phone to Henry, attempting to explain what had happened in Fandom over the course of the last week. Henry kept coming up with theories which Vincent didn't even begin to have the education to follow.

"Right, well, tell everyone I said 'hi' and give them all big hugs from me! Thanks, Henry."

Today's specials
Comfort food. You name it, we'll make it.

It seemed like a comfort food kind of day, after all.

Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Instead of a vacation, Karla had had a very long week. So rather than doing anything even remotely productive, she was curling up with a book behind the counter and nibbling on the random bits of chocolate she kept finding all over the place. Which was for the best, since it kept her from eating all the novelty lollipops she kept near the register. Though the sugar-crash was going to contribute to the odds of her maybe taking a nap in the office a little later.

Caritas, Monday

[shagthis.livejournal.com]

There was a goat wandering around the bar tonight. It was there when Jake arrived, and Tino was being annoyingly close-lipped about how it even got in in the first place.

"BLEAT!"

"Will you please shut up? And don't even- don't go near that rum!"

Devil's Nest [Monday evening]

[texted3times]

Eric had no interest in the chocolates that were springing up everywhere, but he made Tiny (who was refusing to take off the mouse ears he'd picked up today) put them into candy dishes to look like they'd been part of the club's idea instead of, well, an island-wide thing.

The door proclaimed: HALF-PRICED DRINKS FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE STILL GRAY. GET YOUR "'I SURVIVED AN INVASION AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS STUPID T-SHIRT" SHIRTS HERE. $5.

Eric saw no reason not to try to turn a profit just because the last week had been vaguely terrifying.

The club was open. Rock music was playing loudly because Eric thought he was funny. Jack was doing inventory in the back.