Stark Industries | Saturday

[dollpocalypse]

It was an extremely maudlin Topher who sat at the desk at Stark Industries today, feet propped up on the table (what? His ankle needed elevation! Or something) as his hands worked busily on assembling a laser. The pile of unneeded parts next to him was growing and growing.

If anyone asked, this was a minivan defense laser that he was working on. Not a tattoo removal laser.

That person would be misinformed.

Stark Industries was open.

MCA Lobby, Saturday

[cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com]

If there was a disturbance in the Force when the women became men, Zayne didn't feel it. And since he was no longer on the fourth floor, he didn't even hear the from the pony's apartment. Nope, Zayne was completely ignorant to the weirdness as he sat behind the counter in the lobby, taking some time to meditate (unless someone interrupted).

[OOC: Open to residents and the wandering public. If you're interested in renting at MCA, you can find information on apartments here.]

Outside J'GOB

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

Jack had taken his scooter into town on a doughnut run. And why wouldn't he? There was nothing wrong with Fandom as far as he could tell. (Okay it was genderswap weekend but he hadn't noticed yet.) No robotic spiders. No ponies. No people acting insane. Yep. Totally normal.

Except the NASA Sattellite debris crashing down to earth. Though technically that was a NASA thing rather than a Fandom thing.

And so as Jack was just leaving J'GOB, he looked up into the sky when he heard a whistling sound. And then he followed the small hunk of debris as it flew down from the sky... Until it smashed right into his scooter leaving it a small smoking heap of junk.

"Seriously?!! I just got that fixed!"

And thus the tradition of Jack's mode of transportation getting destroyed by random events continues.

[Had to. It's a canon thing. Open but with SP]

The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

It was bad enough that Dani had been a dog for the past couple of weeks. She hadn't been able to enjoy being in her own body again for very long. Today, she'd woken up to find that she was a guy. Given the circumstances, Dani would have stayed home and sulked. But she had business to take care of and horses to check on.

So Dani reluctantly headed into The Gig, where the horses reacted as if she was a stranger. They refused to listen to her commands, shied away from her, and Bold even nipped her when she tried to comb his mane. "Fine then," said Dani, putting away the grooming tools. "I'll just be over here waiting for this nightmare to end."

The Gig was open. Dani wasn't in the mood to talk, but she wouldn't object to paying customers.

The Devil's Nest: Saturday, 9/24

[nookiepowered]

A job was a job was a job, and since Bo had pants now, her list of excuses for not showing up at the bar was whittled down to 'Eric might laugh at me' which, eh. She'd looked in the mirror, thanks. If anybody laughed at anything about this version of her body, it would be at her flailing over it, so she'd just not be doing that. No matter how much she wanted to.

The walk into work might have been spent actively practicing lack-of-flail -- complete with made-up conversations where she casually explained her identity and gave a charming wink, which on reflection might have worked better in her head than out loud and addressed to what she thought was a lamp-post but turned out to be that one really tall clerk from J,GoB out for a smoke.

The sad part of all that was how Eric wasn't there and Tiny didn't even ask. He just pointed out the drink specials board, handed her the bar towel he'd been mopping up with, and muttered something about paying him back by never mentioning 'Tina' after his turn came around.