The Boards, Thursday Evening (Petey Sci-Fi Rehearsal)

[furnaceface]

Troy was... consternated. Consternated was totally a word, right? Regardless, he totally was, and visibly so: tense around the eyes, a little distracted, a lot flushed...

Someone was ready for this week to be over.

"Okay, everyone," he said, once they'd gathered. "So we finished with act one on Sunday. What we'd like to do today is check in with everyone, get a sense where your head is, see if you have any questions about what we've done so far. And if you want to work on any specific scenes, we can do that, too."

"Because a lot of you are liable to be headed off to warmer climes come the weekend," Jono added, spray bottle firmly held in one hand all over again, his heavy jacket buckled up over his face and a look in his eye that suggested that he was itching to punch something, "we won't be having rehearsals this coming Sunday or Thursday. We can do a quick run-through of act one today, and since you're getting so much time off, I expect you all to be off-book by the time we resume rehearsals again."

Yes, Jono wanted you to read on your break. Such a cruel man he was.

"If you're having difficulty with your music, let me know, and I'll beat some pitch and rhythm into you. Probably not literally."

"But only probably," Troy reiterated. "And we'll be doing some intense choreography work when you get back, too, so make sure you're rested up for that." He grinned at the cast, even if it was a little forced around the edges. "So, any questions, or shall we get started?"


[Cast List | Script (with AP, multi-page, colour on black) | Script (no AP, single page, black on white) | Open!]

The Perk, Thursday Afternoon

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

So this week was beginning to get tiring even for Rebecca. Which meant sugary coffee drinks were in order.

Or it could mean she could just... stop having sex this week, but that was ridiculous.

So. She was here loading up on sugary drinks, at least in between rounds of being... elsewhere. Yes. And she was wearing a skimpy little outfit that might, very possibly, get in the way of her goal of recharging her batteries. You know. Maybe.

[[open! THIS NEVER GETS OLD. YOU'D THINK IT WOULD GET OLD BUT IT DOESN'T.]]

Magic Box, Thursday, 2/16

[life_inshadow]

As soon as she got to the shop today, Tara put all supplies that could be used in love charms away at the top of a locked cabinet. Not that she thought anybody on the island would use those things for ill, just, well, she knew her judgement was a little off at this point, and she was sure nobody else's was much better.

Once that was done, she set to polishing the shop's collection of crystals. It helped work off energy, even if the motion felt disturbingly suggestive.

[OOC: Open shop. OCD is off chasing true love.]

Stark Industries, Thursday

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

Coming in to work on Thursday... wasn't that different from Wednesday, actually. Right down to the presence of strawberries where there shouldn't be any.

Although oddly enough, these strawberries were of the chocolate-covered variety. How odd. William had held off on sampling the fruit that the store offered up every so often, but this time... he couldn't resist.

Huh. Not bad.

[ooc: no i didn't forget i'd switched posting days, shut up.]

Book Haven: Thursday [2-16-12]

[livingasheth.livejournal.com]

Millie was feeling even more hot and bothered today, which might explain the more revealing clothing. No matter what she set the temperature at, it always seemed to warm.

And she kept having thoughts. Those kind of thoughts.

At this rate, she might just consider jumping the next male customer who wandered in.

Groovy Tunes, Thursday

[wasthecuteone]

The sound system at the music store seemed to have a mind of its own today. No matter what CD Petra put in or playlist she loaded, what came out of the speakers was more along these lines. At first she'd assumed it was some kind of prank, but when she tried hooking her own iPod up to the system it betrayed her as well.

"Are you kidding me?" she groaned, and put her head down on the counter.

((Links not necessarily SFW.))

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Thursday

[godofxbox]

Everything sucked, and Alex hated the universe. But he had a job to do, and he was going to do it, even though putting him around all these weapons was maybe a risky proposition at the moment. He was a little twitchy, you see.

Maybe more than a little twitchy.

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center is open. Come meditate. It's good for you.

The Parking Lot, Thursday Afternoon

[screwyoumarvel]

Steve's Harley had been acting up a little lately, so Steve had decided to channel some of his extra...energy into fixing it. Which was how he found himself crouched in the parking lot next to said motorcycle, wielding a wrench and wearing an old t-shirt and jeans despite the fact that it was February, because he didn't get cold and saw no reason to mess up perfectly good clothes when he didn't have to, especially considering he couldn't seem to accomplish these sorts of repairs without winding up half-covered in grease.

((Expecting one for wanton cruelty to teen supergeniuses on behalf of the universe, by which I of course mean we the players, but open parking lot is, of course, open. And now my spamming of town shall cease.))

Caritas, Thursday evening (2/16)

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi had just seen Tino hitting on a Storm Trooper. Maybe. She wasn't sure. And the zombies were playing Bolero for them. She supported all kinds of love but it was Tino.

DRINK SPECIAL:
Brain Damage
Mind Eraser
A Short Trip to Hell
Blind Russian
One free drink if you're not getting any.

Taste of Thai, Thursday evening

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

After a night of relative quiet, Bruce was out again tonight. This time, though, it was a perfectly innocent follow-up date with a very nice, socially active girl he met at Three Minute Dates. Surely they would just talk about charity work and trying to make the world a better place. Surely there was no way that could possibly lead to anything other than the helping people.

Bruce waited for Britta at the Thai place, unaware that he was about to have a date with the Anti-him, and that if the date did lead anyplace, the world could potentially be in danger.

[OOC: ... in danger of sexiness. For The Worst.]