Stark Industries | Saturday

[dollpocalypse]

Today, the three computer screens around Topher's head at the desk of Stark Industries might make it seem like he was doing something constructive. 

But he wasn't. In fact, the two outer screens were playing a space-themed screensaver while on the middle screen, Topher was unashamedly reading Galaxy Quest fanfiction. 

Shut up. Just shut up.

RECITAL!- Community Center- Saturday evening

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

It had taken some time, but everything was set. The community center had been tatefully decorated and looked nice and welcoming, the stage was set, all the technical kinks had been worked out, there were refreshments set out for after the show, and things were finally ready. Now all that was needed were the guests and the talent.

Come one, come all! Grab a seat, and check out all the talent Fandom has to offer!

[Omg OCD a'comin'. a'here! Ladies and gentlemen, start your pinging!]

The Rocky Bits, Saturday Morning

[glacial_queen]

"I hate you," Karla sulked, nevertheless holding her stick up in the guard position. "Hate hate hate hatedy hate."

"Now, now, witchling," Lucivar said, a large grin splitting his face, "but sweet talk isn't going to get you out of sparring practice."

It was early, long before breakfast or showers or even coffee. Not that it was possible to tell that from Lucivar's demeanor. He was disgustingly bright-eyed and energetic, twirling his sticks as he prowled around, keeping an eye out for holes in her defenses. It was Lucivar's rule: whenever he and Karla were in the same place, sparring practice had to occur.

Before breakfast. Because no one wanted to dance around in that if someone got poked too hard in the belly.

"How much longer are we doing this?" Karla whined asked calmly and reasonably.

"Until I say you're done," Lucivar replied, swinging his stick towards her legs. "There's all that muscle you need to rebuild after all. Interested in talking about what happened instead?"

Karla blocked his swing and kept her mouth in a grim line. And maybe hoped for other people to show up to foist Lucivar off onto them.

[Open for everyone, participants and spectators alike.]

the boardwalk ; saturday afternoon

[necroslacker]

While parents and guardians alike were up at the school, visiting teachers, Sam and Ramon had grabbed their boards (if there was one thing Ramon was gonna take with him, it was his skateboard) so they could hit the boardwalk with Frank jogging behind them, whining about dangerous activities and not being able to keep up. Ramon had made a quip about Frank's chicken legs which just had Frank pulling up to a walk and pouting.

It was good to have his friends around again. Frank was leaning against one of the rails on the boardwalk, yelling things at Sam and Ramon whenever they rode past him. It was either stuff about the estate, stuff about money, asking about the Council and even asking about Brooke. Each time, Sam didn't answer and Ramon threw some other ridiculous insult Frank's way. It was a routine that was relaxing Sam even if he knew that he was gonna have to tell his friends something about his time here and what he was planning to do once he got back to Seattle.

But, that wasn't at the forefront of his mind. He was just so freaking glad that Ramon wasn't so sick Sam had been sure he was dying and that Frank was there, being his annoying but alive self. Yeah, they'd lost Brooke but she was even still around in her own way. He hoped she'd pop up and make an appearance so Frank could even go home happy.

"Race?" Ramon suggested, looking over at Sam and then down towards the end of the boardwalk. "First one down and back wins...well, a prize to be determined."

"Ramon, you know i don't -- " Before he could finish, he'd taken off on his board, trying to cheat to get a head start. He could hear Ramon protesting behind him but he didn't slow down. Hey, races were important even if the prize could be lame!

[It's an open boardwalk if you wanna chat with Sam and his friends or just use it for your own stuff!]

The Arm Hotel Lobby, Saturday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary had turned in earlier than planned last night since it had been a long day. But in the morning, she returned to the lobby, refreshed and ready to face the day. She just wasn't ready to face another delivery of logs. And this time, the bell hops were nowhere to be seen when she needed them to take the logs outside. They were too heavy to move on her own, as she quickly learned. For once, she couldn't wait for Gunther to pester her once he was done in the kitchen.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Specials
Chicken Tortilla Soup
Crab Enchiladas with Green Mole
Cinnamon-Dusted Mini Churros

[Hotel Information | Room Assignments]

The Perk, Saturday Morning

[vanillajello]

October 1st, 2011. Kate's 18th birthday. On Fandom, anyway.

That was the big reason she was here, bright and early. She hadn't heard anything from Bod so she assumed she was in the clear as far as Silas showing up was concerned, and this was just another mundane Saturday in early September back in Kansas, so she'd hopped a portal and here she was, heading to the Perk first for a hot chocolate and a muffin for breakfast.

And being her, she sent out a mass text to all her friends she figured would be on the island on this fine Saturday:

eighteen, bitches! holding court at the perk this morning, come say hi if you're not swamped with guests.

She was so not above attention whoring when it was her birthday and her parents wouldn't acknowledge it for another month. She picked a table by the window and settled down to peoplewatch with her treats.

[ooc: Open place in town is open, whether for Kate-bothering or completely unrelated needs! And if you think you may have gotten Kate's text, you did.]

Kwik Stop: Saturday Afternoon

[shotbillmurray.livejournal.com]

Columbus should have known better when Wichita said there was a problem. And when he stepped into the Kwik Stop it was very obvious what the problem was.

"Really, Tallahassee?"

[For a few but really the Kwik Stop is open to all...]

The Devil's Nest, Saturday Evening [10/1]

[nookiepowered]

Bo made two concessions to the high number of parents, relatives, and other unsuspecting innocents on the island this weekend:

1. Pants.
2. A sign that read:

Half-price beers before 7 if you just found out your kid is
a. Flunking
b. Gay
c. Rooming with a unicorn

Bo was willing to spring for a free round out of her own pay for anybody who managed to come in and prove all three were true. Mostly because she wanted to meet the unicorn, if so.

[Open!]

Playground in the Park, then Around Town, Saturday Afternoon

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

There were still signs up around the island directing guests as to where to assemble for the Very Special Student Council Island Tour. Quinn waited at the appointed spot, dressed in a red jacket to make herself easier to spot and carrying a megaphone because megaphones were fun.

She passed out maps to anyone she could convince to take the tour. She was afraid of what might happen if a guest got lost.

[OOC: Due to the miracle of chronoflexibility, this is before the recital. Businesses: Please ping into the appropriate thread for a tour stop!]

Caritas | Saturday Evening

[wehateyouplzdie.livejournal.com]

This wasn't Wallace's evening to work but he was bored and with nothing good on TV tonight that meant he had no choice but to work some overtime. Overtime with booze. Tino was not pleased to be spending his one night off working but Wallace couldn't very well work the bar alone, now could he?

MCA Lobby, Saturday

[cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com]

Zayne was over by the office today, just in case anyone needed him for anything. And, as it turned out, he didn't have to wait long for someone to come by.

"This is the place you spent our money on?" Gryph demanded as he walked in. "I'm going to need a full tour. Basements, subbasements, roof garages, the whole thing!"

"Nice to see you too, Gryph. Thanks for calling ahead to let me know you'd be visiting," Zayne said.

"You probably would have tidied up if I had. Come on, let's get this tour started," Gryph said.

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

Mooby Land, Saturday Afternoon

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

So. Squall's father had come for Parents' Weekend, again.

Squall still thought he was a moron, but he had gained some grudging respect for the man. Plus, he was trying to be nicer to people. So they were going out to lunch together, to talk. Somewhere not too formal -- it was just going to be a casual sort of thing.

Perhaps Mooby Land hadn't been the best of choices. Still, it was something, right?

"Are you enjoying your hamburger?" Squall asked.

(For the guest, but Mooby Land is open for all your dining needs.)

Il Pollo, Saturday Night

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa was ready. She had worked all week for this. She had picked out an elegant gown, and done her hair up. She'd even considered an elaborate headdress or a henna tattoo, but no. Understated was better.

Okay, her dad was a complete jerk, and maybe after tonight she could happily never, ever talk to him again. That would be good. Or maybe he'd be less of a jerk and they would ... something. Talk?

She wasn't going to hold her breath for that. Even just the phone call a week ago had gone disastrously. She was still angry about so much. Like, say, the entirety of her childhood, and him being a cold, uncaring bastard.

Tonight wasn't about them. Tonight was about Timber, and trying rational arguments to secure its freedom. Tonight, she had research on her side. Military, strategic perspectives, about why the occupation was a good idea. So tonight she was the Sorceress, addressing Galbadia's interim president, and not an angry teenage girl having dinner with her estranged father.

It might take slightly more than five minutes before the whole evening went to hell.

(Rinoa's here for her father, but it's open for all of your Il Pollo needs!)