The Post Office: Wednesday

[old-and-busted.livejournal.com]

It was your typical day at the post office. Mail was coming in. Mail was going out. Packages were getting packaged. Postage was getting postaged.

For K it was strictly routine. Something that went on in the background as he monitored the alien activity on the island from his many technical devices.

( However today there was a melody in the air... )

JGOB- Wednesday afternoon

[solo_sword]

No one should really try to blame Jaina for being a little anxious about her trip back this time. It was also a good kind of anxiety, though, because... she got to see Anakin again. For real. Not as a ghost, but as a real, living person.

Basically there were a whole lot of emotions going on here.

For someone like Jaina, who hardly ever seemed to have a handle on her emotions unless she was repressing them, getting a hold on them had taken practice. Shielding would kind of be a tipoff that something was wrong, and she didn't want to do that. By the time she got back to Fandom, she was feeling nice and in control. Or at least as nice and in control as she ever got.

After handwavily getting herself set up in town, she got to JGOB before taking a deep breath and trying to locate that familiar presence she hadn't felt in years, and then she sent a little message: Hey there, little brother. She might not be able to send the exact words, but he should get the gist of it.

And then she ordered some coffee (in retrospect, not the smartest thing to do) and took a seat to wait. And run through some calming techniques. Shut up, you try not being nervous.


[Expecting one!]

Arms Hotel, Wednesday, 1/11

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Got brass in pocket
Got bottle, I'm gonna use it.
Intention
I feel inventive,
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice

Quinn actually didn't see anything that odd about the fact she was singing as she went about her usual morning duties at the hotel today. Sometimes people just sang, you know? It happened pretty often at home.

Though she was a little surprised when she got a chorus line of dancing housekeeping staff on the part about I'm special, so special. Maybe they just all felt like singing too.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials: French Onion Soup
Blueberry Pie

[OOC: Open hotel, no OCD, guaranteed singing. And this is where we like Quinn being from a quasi-musical.]

Stark Industries, Wednesday

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

There was no fruit, which William was taking as an exceedingly good sign.

At least, until the absent humming as he tinkered with a circuit board turned in to something a little more...

"Science is real
From the Big Bang to DNA
Science is real
From evolution to the Milky Way

I like the stories
About angels, unicorns and elves
Now I like those stories
As much as anybody else

But when I'm seeking knowledge
Either simple or abstract
The facts are with science
The facts are with science..."

...involved. William immediately found himself wondering several things: how he'd known the lyrics to a song he'd never heard before, how the computers in the store had known the musical cues for the accompaniment, and if that was actually a song that someone had written, and if so, could he possibly track down a copy of it?

Nerd.

Stark Industries was open!

The Perk, Wednesday Morning

[vanillajello]

Two days ago in Fandom time, and about a night ago in Kate-time, Kate had received an alarming text message from Emma. And she was... not dealing with it. She hadn't even managed to bring herself to text Emma back yet, trusting her to send further updates if things changed. Not that Kate even knew anything beyond 'Jack is hurt', except that he was also expected to survive, so... There was really no rush, right? She was telling herself her avoidance was mostly because she'd been busy with work and she needed to be on top of her game now that she was no longer being supervised, but maybe it was more that she was starting to hit a few of her limits when it came to facing all this horrible stuff head on.

This morning, she'd had an early flight to St. Louis where it had turned out she had a few hours to kill, and since she was having trouble staying in one place she'd ended up pulling her coat on over her SkyKans uniform and using the St. Louis Portalocity hub to get to Fandom for a brief visit. You know, to maybe clear her head a bit. Hey, maybe she'd be lucky and it would just be a normal day, even.

That hope, of course, only lasted until she got to the Perk (sending out a few 'I'm at the coffee shop' texts to friends in Fandom on the way) and a barista cautiously asked her if she was okay (probably assessing the smartness of giving her anything with caffeine), and instead of a perfunctory 'I'm fine', what came out of her mouth was singing: "The funeral director is a busy man, he must do the job on time; tape measures, nails and a clawhammer beckon him to bind the wood that grinds. Children, they cry, when they look eye to eye; stay in your home when the undertaker roams your town."

At which point she'd taken her coffee and made her way towards the back, then promptly facepalmed after taking a seat. Right, so it was one of those days. At least it could probably serve as a distraction?

[Ooopen! As usual, if you think you got a text, you did. Yay OMWF!]

Cafe Luke's, Wednesday

[lordofthecats.livejournal.com]

Lion-o was pouting. He was also doing his best not to speak in case he burst into song again. But he wasn't able to stop himself from humming. When he realized that humming was about to turn into singing, he ducked into the walk-in fridge to hide.

After the humiliation he'd suffered this morning when a video chat with Cheetara turned into him serenading her, Lion-o was determined that no one would ever again catch him singing "Teenage Dream."

Today's Special
Cheddar BLT Burgers with Tarragon Russian Dressing

The Waters Between Fandom And IKEA, Wednesday Afternoon

[crusheverything]

"Splish, splash, I was takin' a baaaa-ath--" sang the 5,000th krill, because that was the only effing song they knew, and Sunshine rolled her giant yellow eye, then devoured it and 4,999 of its brethren, following that up with a sad little belch. (Well, little for a giant squid, which meant that the bubbly tsunami briefly covered the empty causeway in saltwater and swallowed half of Fandom's beachfront, but died away before it could do any real damage.)

It was one of Those Days. When the melancholy just boiled up from the deeps like a kraken released on the princess of her soul, and even the disposition that usually matched Sunshine's cheerful name couldn't withstand the truth: Fandom didn't love her like she loved Fandom.

( And then came the violins. )

[Bloop.]

Caritas | Wednesday

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

Nathan hadn't realized that today was gonna be a bit of a weird day when he'd woken up that morning. Nope, he'd just gone on with his business and did his thing and bummed around until he'd gone to work.

Now, as he breezed into work, ready to give Tino a great line about how excellent his life was in comparison to the other bartender's, what came out wasn't exactly what Nathan had been planning.

"I'm a leader, i'm a winner, and i'm cleaner
Cause i'm awesome
I don't need you cause i'm neato and i beat you
Cause i'm awesome
That’s right

They say i'm gifted, uh huh
Well i'm a certified prodigy
I'm gonna own you, uh huh
I'm gonna bring you to your knees!"

When that song ended, Nathan glanced around, gave Tino a warning look so he wouldn't laugh and headed right for the booze.

Portalocity Office, Fandom Branch, Wednesday

[nohattrick.livejournal.com]

"Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho, it's off to work I go..."

Trick made a face and successfully stopped himself from whistling as he made his way over to his desk. He had no idea what was going on, but he already disliked it. Of course, waking up from a dream about his wife to sing a song about how short people had nobody to love. That had struck a nerve and had really soured his whole morning.

Finding himself singing a catchy little ditty made famous by cartoon dwarves wasn't helping his mood any.

Pulling himself up into his chair, Trick waited for any customers, hoping that he wouldn't feel the urge to burst into song again.

The Park (near the playground), Wednesday Night

[trigons_child]

Raven had been feeling restless, and meditation wasn't helping settle her thoughts. She decided to go for a walk, not sure where she was heading. She hadn't been paying much attention to any singing going on today as she'd spent most of the day in her room, but when music kicked in and words started pouring out of her unbidden as she neared the playground, she had the sudden realization of what kind of day it was in Fandom.

At least this time she didn't fight it as much as she had in the past. It was a much more energetic song than she was used to singing, and she just gave into it, whirling around the playground as she sang.

( It was a moral imperative that she bust out some Evanescence, of course. )

She was tired by the time the music faded, and she sat down on a swing, blushing and panting and wondering where that had come from.


[Open I suppose if you want to embarrass her by witnessing her singing. ;) ]

The Streets/Rooftops of Fandom, Wednesday Night

[onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com]

In her red silk hood and leather jacket, it was a new figure that patrolled the rooftops of Fandom that night. Old habits, even ones not that old, died hard. So even while this wasn't exactly the crime plagued streets of Gotham, Red Hood was on the job, to make sure no one did anything bad.

Her stealth, however, was limited as she kept singing "Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, Ratman!" as she went from rooftop to rooftop.

[ooc: Open post, Hayley's identity as Red Hood NFB please]