The Perk, Sunday Morning

[bigdamnprincipal]

Zoe had had a long day of business negotiations yesterday, so this morning, she was taking it easy, sitting outside the Perk and savoring a cup of coffee that she'd acquired through...potentially shady means. Of course she was still dressed in her favorite business suit and pearls - it would be shameful to be seen in anything less - but she wasn't plotting anything at the moment. Today was supposedly going to be a happy day for the Starks and the Skywalkers, and that was just fine with Zoe. It would only be a matter of time before their happiness ended, and she'd be there to pillage through the rubble.

[Open!]

Goodvalor's Little Bivoli, Sunday

[cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com]

There had been an accident at Melrose Chance Apartments yesterday. An accident that Zayne had to clean up before anyone asked any questions. An accident involving an elevator.

But with that taken care of an a foolproof cover story in place, Zayne opened up his restaurant, where he was whistling extremely innocently while the droids went about their work. Well, when they weren't having torrid robot affairs and sneaking into the office to clang against each other as if that was going to actually do anything for them. Or possibly fighting each other because a cooking droid Gigi clanged up against once was jealous of the cooking droid she was clanging up against now.

Zayne didn't understand it. They didn't even have compatible parts in their robot bodies, so all they were doing was scuffing paint and denting metal.

Today's Special:
Assorted Cooking Droid Parts That Fell Off Because They Got Jealous and Fought

You know what? Zayne was just going to suggest that people not get the special today.

The Weddings of the Century (again) - The Park, Sunday Afternoon

[doyoufondue.livejournal.com]

The place was decorated in a classic, tasteful this afternoon. It was going to be a small, quiet affair that the entire town was invited to because what was the point of having a wedding if all the people you don't like couldn't show up to glower at you and your happiness?

No point at at, that's right.

It was going to be an event to... kill for?

[[OCD coming is up!]]

Our Lady of Fandom - Sunday [All Day]

[knight-fatali.livejournal.com]

Seifer was at the church again, as he was supposed to be. There was to be a small morning service, and then he would be present at the church all day. He had much to pray and ask forgiveness for.

Seifer had a feeling that yesterday's slow run on weddings was a one-off.

He had cleaned the church, removing all traces of yesterday's ...indiscretions. It was once again a place of holy worship.


[ocd a go]

The Park [Sunday, Morning]

[withasword.livejournal.com]

It had been two years and a nose-job since those pictures were taken. She'd only been trying to pay her way through school! It wasn't her at all. The pictures that had ruined her, becoming an awful internet craze. Once people had started recognising her in the street, she just couldn't go on as she had. Running from her shame had been the only option.

She'd left, hidden herself away, and tried to pretend she was someone else. Her life as Ekaterina, internet porn star, felt so long go now and yet she couldn't put it behind her. Perhaps here, in yet another small town where no one knew her name, there could be peace. She finally found the courage to leave the dorms today, wrapped her scarf around her face despite the warmth and settled her large sunglasses on her nose. There. No one would ever know she was hiding from anything.

Was it possible she could finally get away from her past?

[[My life was eaten by kittens yesterday, oops. So open! And people are more than welcome to recognise her, ofc.]]

The Boards, Sunday Afternoon, Same Time As The Wedding, The Writers Aren't Paid Enough To Care

[furnaceface]

Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, was performing today.

A one-show-only, come-one-come-all affair. And, really, people wanted to come to his shows. After all, they only happened once in a blue moon in these parts, and tonight's was practically a gala event.

Tonight's performance was a concert to raise funds for a worthy cause. And when Jono did a benefit concert in aid of the starving children of Madripoor, he made bloody well certain that it was a show worth seeing. Jono was, after all, one of the world's most famous philanthropists.

There were caged doves. For peace on earth. That was important, you know.

[Open concert is open!]

By the Lighthouse, Sunday Afternoon

[olympian-herc.livejournal.com]

Herculio had come to the lighthouse to mourn for the loss of his luchadore career, and also his wife who had been trampled to death by a wild horse.

As he approached the door of the lighthouse, he tripped on a rock and skinned his knee. Herculio clutched at his wounded appendage with one arm, and shook his other fist in the air. Two perfect tears formed in each of his eyes, in honor of the terrible boo-boo that had befallen him. He cursed to high heaven, and then with a hearty dose of manliness let out a terrible cry.

"Pooooooooooooor Quuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuue???" he cried, his lungs having quite the capacity for long, shouted outcries.

[ooc: Open post, forewarning that Herc can only speak in badly Babelfished Spanish.]

A street corner in Fandom Town, Sunday afternoon

[locointhecoco]

". . . And in your darkest hour, Celestia will come down from the heavens to lift you up into eternal peace, tolerance, and love," Pinkie explained to an NPC one of the passers-by. "You only believe you're dying of a horrible wasting disease. On Equestria, there is no disease. There is no pain or disappointment, only beauty."

Pinkie paced on her street corner, an apple box behind her on the corner for the times she felt the need to stand and shout her message of peace into the sky. "Join the chosen! Come to the park tonight and show your love for the Princess Celestia and everything she stands for, and you, too, can be lifted up into the fabulous pony utopia!"

[ooc: open, though is likely to go SP for much of the afternoon.]

The Perk, Sunday Afternoon, I'm ... I'm Just Really Sorry, Guys, Okay?

[glasses-justice.livejournal.com]

Yesterday, high-powered District Attorney Alex Cabot had fallen to her death in an open elevator shaft.

This had caused problems for Zayne Carrick, in that he was going to be in deep trouble when the information got out. Something about not inspecting the elevator, or not having the building codes cleared, or some other insurance scam difficulty.

Alex wasn't really clear on it. Alex wasn't clear on anything, what with being dead and all.

What was important was that Alex be found dead somewhere that wasn't Zayne Carrick's elevator shaft, and from a cause that wasn't falling into MCA's elevator shaft.

Which was why Alex Cabot was propped up here, in the Perk, with sunglasses and a big floppy hat covering her face.

Either people would talk "to" her and assume she was alive -- thus proving she didn't die at MCA!!!!! -- or someone would find her body, and her place of death would be The Perk. Not MCA.

A very clever plan.

(oh fuck this is the worst, most tasteless thing I've ever posted, but Alex is here for all of your Weekend at Bernie's style misunderstandings-and-fake-conversations-with-a-corpse needs. Because she's dead. Zayne modded with permission, which means Nick and I are both going straight to hell.)

J GoB: Sunday afternoon [9-11-11]

[walkswithcoyote]

[Due to 'scheduling conflicts' the part of Mercedes Thompson will be played by Q'Orianka Kilcher]

Mercy was a Native American. A real one. Or at least half of a real one. Her parents had both been rodeo competitors and so had she until a terrible disfiguring accident had ended her shot at winning the Worlds.

Now Mercedes "A'mazin' Mercy" Thompson was hiding out here on this little island, recovering from her plastic surgery, hiding from her adoring fans, and hoping to find a way to get over her new debilitating fear of horses.

And maybe looking for a guy to take her mind off her troubles.

All while sipping on her latte with her long super-tight-jean clad legs and cowboy boots stretched out in perfect position to accidentally - or purposefully - trip passers-by.


[ooc: Oh, so very open since I ended up busy all weekend!]

The Park. NIGHT.

[redheadbabyvamp.livejournal.com]

Jessica could deny her hunger no longer. For hundreds of years she'd been cursed with this undead existence, hiding from the sun, living on the blood of rats because she couldn't bear to harm another living being. Then she'd stumbled across that bleeding body in a dark alleyway. There'd been nothing she could do to save the unfortunate victim of violence, but the scent of his blood made her lose control, and as his life drained away, she'd fed upon his blood.

And now the hunger had awakened inside her. She fought it as long as she could, but she'd been doomed the minute she'd taken that first sip of human blood. She needed to feed. She'd gorge herself this night and finally accept what she was.


[Anyone want death by vampire? :D ]

Across the island [late evening]

[sith_happened]

Some time in the night, hours before drama began to pass into... lesser drama, something rattled. Something funny. Something... inspired by the weekend. Or inspiring the weekend? Who knew. But it was rattling. Right... near the diamond mine.

Louder and louder, until the rattle became a rumble, and then a tremor. The leaves of the trees shook and china rattled across the island. Just off the coast of Fandom, the sea split open and nearly tore a particularly phallic part of the Isle of IKEA in two before it stopped, and then the rumbling itself in Fandom lessened, then paused. Lava spilled forth from the break and into the sky--easily visible from dorm windows and around the island--and quickly cooled as it touched the water, building layer upon layer upon layer.

Smoke wafted off to sea, away from the island itself. The skies above IKEA, however, were black as the night, and would remain so for at least a day.

[OOC: Open for reactions!]

The Church: Sunday Evening - Yet another secret wedding...

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

While the weddings of the century shook the island, this one was only to be a quiet ceremony. One full of love and caring... and no drama.

Yeah. Right.