Stark Industries | Saturday

[dollpocalypse]

So between being a lemur and being a hooker, Topher had missed two weeks of work, which was why the giant STARK INDUSTRIES sign came as a surprise to him. Not so much of a surprise, however, that he was persuaded to do actual work. No, that would be crazy talk.

Instead, he flopped down behind the desk and started working on a configuration for some of the ideas he had for minivan lasers.

As you do.

Stark Industries was open!

Caritas - Saturday evening after 3MD [Open]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

Once the dates were over, GOB made his way back toward the bar and started bossing Tino around, just like old times. "Okay, let's show everyone how a real pro tends bar. Tino! Get me another scotch!" Yep. A real pro made Tino do all the work. These were tricks you never forgot, even years after leaving the bar business.

[OOC: For your post-3MD conversations and/or hookups or whatever! Or for people who were just waiting until after the dates to get a damn beer!]

The Beach, Saturday Morning

[endsthegame]

Weeks, since they'd come back to Fandom. They'd been here weeks, and Ender hadn't managed to settle. By now, it was like part of him was expecting the move to come, to jump on some ship and go on to the next place. He hadn't felt like that before - waiting, sure, marking time, but not this firm restlessness.

He'd gone down to the beach early in the morning in some attempt to calm his restlessness. Working on the raft had always helped him that way. But now-- now he was staring at the piles of damaged wood and frayed rope, and instead of thinking I should fix this, he was just... looking.

It wouldn't be long until the temperatures dropped so far that using the raft would be impossible. How long would he have, next summer? Just the first month, until graduation? Part of it? The whole thing? The IF kept shifting dates for his colony vessel's departure. He had no idea.

He shoved the wood out of the way. He'd leave it to rot - it would become an ecosystem on its own for a while, and feed several kinds of lifeforms. Some of the rope had plastic in it, though, and so he gathered that up and put it aside, to be taken to the dorms later.

With that done, he sat down on the beach and stared at the water.

That still calmed him. But it didn't take away the feeling of finally being completely uprooted.

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The Devil's Nest: Saturday, 9/17

[nookiepowered]

With both the boss and the bartender over at Caritas, this place was allllll Tiny's tonight.

Oh yeah. The power. The POWER.

Half-price mimosas for everybody, bitches.






Don't judge him. Don't you dare judge him.