Stark Industries, Monday

[endsthegame]

Eventually, Ender had managed to drag himself back to Stark Industries for work. At least he could finally get a decent cup of coffee on the way - he might not have Ben levels of addiction, but this morning he could really use some.

He practically collapsed in his chair. At least there wasn't any fruit lying around the shop that he could see, and he had a feeling that not a lot of people would be crawling out of their rooms and houses to come get stuff repaired today. He did wonder if Ben would wind up hiding in 204 for the rest of the day, and then wondered if 204 was even where Ben had wound up, and then told himself to stop thinking about what Ben might be doing.

Coffee, instead. Lots of coffee. And his work.

"I know what you did last weekend," Jane said, when he opened up his laptop.

"I don't even want to talk about it."

[[ open! ]]

Cafe Luke's, Monday

[gastronomistic]

After a handwavily and mysteriously rather strange weekend, Vincent was rather relieved to get back to work. Eureka tried to blow up every week, but at least there he didn't have to deal with nearly so much in the way of mind alteration. Some mind alteration, mind you, just not as much.

He was never going to be able to look at a zebra the same way again.

Today's specials
Breakfast all day! Life's too short for mediocre waffles!

Luke's was open.

The Gig -- Monday Afternoon

[whitequeensfire.livejournal.com]

After waking up with Bobby, Angelica had fled back to the dorms. She was glad she didn't have any classes today, since she didn't want to leave her room, but she didn't want to neglect the horses.

So the Gig was open, but Angelica was hiding in the stables. And really hoping Bobby's girlfriend would be understanding like he said and not homicidal.

Welcome to Fandom weirdness, Angelica.

Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

The last thing in the world Karla wanted to be reminded of right now was sex. So, of course, she had to work today. Of course she did. Why would anything in this world want to go well for her today?

Rather than mope about it further though, Karla was going to look at this as an opportunity. An opportunity to find everything relating to nuns, priests, or religion in general and destroy it.

There. That would be nicely therapeutic.

The Rooftops of the Warehouse District, Monday Night

[batwaffles.livejournal.com]

So the weekend had been . . .

Well. Confusing was probably the best way to put it. She hadn't done anything particularly embarrassing herself, although everything at the wedding had been pretty upsetting, and the fact that all of it had just reset itself should seem oddly familiar was hard to wrap her brain around. She knew she should go talk to Tony, but she needed to clear her head first.

That was confusing, but getting out her grappling line and taking to the rooftops in costume? That was simple, and familiar, and comforting, and so tonight there was at least one Robin in the air above Fandom.

Aim, fire, launch. Building to building, cape streaming out behind her, the solid thump of her boots against the rooftops, the cool night air making her face tingle. This wasn't complicated; this felt right.

[OOC: Totally open if you're around the warehouse district! As always, Steph's actual identity NFB, please, so it's just Robin on the roof. :)]

Caritas, Monday

[shagthis.livejournal.com]

There were no barrel rolls when Jake entered Caritas today.

What there was, in abundance, thank the Jesus god, was rum.

Of which Jake was currently availing himself, to absolutely no one's surprise.

Devil's Nest [evening]

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

Jack was in a wonderful mood tonight. The rum had returned, people had made absolute idiots of themselves all weekend (he hadn't been nearly so bad!), and the DJ was playing decent music for once.

He had a sign up that read "10 percent off if you made an ass of yerself" at the bar, and was eager to help people drown their sorrows.