MCA Lobby, Saturday

[cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com]

Arthur was going to have a very busy day today. That's why he was in a recliner in the lobby with a briefcase-looking thing next to him while he was slept.

Yep. Busy day, busy day.

[OOC: Zayne is Arthur from Inception. He will be asleep all weekend because I think I'm so funny.

The lobby is open for all your lobby needs, but Arthur is not available for interaction due to sleeping.]

Stark Industries | Saturday

[dollpocalypse]

Today, ladies and gentlemen, marked a very important milestone. Today was the very first time Topher hadn't changed on a weird weekend.

And he might have celebrated that accomplishment if not for one thing: he had no idea it was a weird weekend. Nope. As far as he was concerned, today was just any other Saturday, which he intended to spend at the shop not even pretending to do his job.

Whether that would change at any point, well, that depended on who came to the store today.

The Boards, Saturday

[furnaceface]

Jon was depressed.

This was really nothing new, granted. The man who usually sat in the office at the Boards on Ssturday was generally a depressed sort of guy, and the one who was currently sitting there didn't really differ much in that regard.

There were really only a few differences. First, this one tended to suffer from a sort of general malaise, likely stemming from the fact that he was a massive dork and couldn't get a date. It was possible, too, that he was depressed because he'd woken up this morning not knowing where he was, with a black cat demanding food (which in and of itself was odd. Jon Arbuckle had never owned a cat) and a note saying that today was his day to work in this place. But mostly, this Jon was depressed because he was bored.

"I'm bored. Bored bored bored."

See?

That would probably change as soon as he realized there were costume racks in here.

[Jono has turned into Jon Arbuckle from Garfield Minus Garfield this weekend. So expect random outbursts of yelling at nobody in particular if you ping in today.]

The Streets of Fandom, Saturday Morning

[wwiii]

Angel had woken up in a bed not his own this morning. And, not knowing what to make of that, he deduced that, really, the only possible answer had to be that there was some sort of dastardly plot afoot. Probably Doctor Doom. Or maybe Mystique.

Definitely not Abomination, though. Angel would have smelled that coming from a mile away, and he didn't even have Daredevil's senses on his side.

In any case, the only clear-as-the-skies solution that he could really see was going hands-on, hitting the streets and investigating all he could. Which mostly involved wandering around and poking random inanimate objects looking for clues. Or tiny silver stars.

"You must be so bored on the ground all day."

He was only mildly disappointed when nothing actually happened. Repeatedly.

[Open! Warren has turned into Angel from the wee kids' Marvel MMO, Super Hero Squad Online. This mostly means that he's adorable. And also very dim.]

The streets of Fandom, Saturday afternoon

[locointhecoco]

It'd taken some work, but Pinkamena finally felt like she had the apartment ready for her first cupcake making session. Now she was out on a shopping trip, looking for the very best ingredients.

These were going to be her greatest cupcakes yet, she was sure of it. She just had to find just the right person to help her make them.

She paused mid-trot when she noticed a rat hanging out in the corner of an alley. "WHAT'RE YOU LOOKING AT?"

The rat let out a terrified squeak and ran off, and Pinkamena resumed her trot. "Lalalala. . . ."

[ooc: Open to anyone willing to risk the wrath/attention of Pinkamena Diane Pie, the excessively dark version of Pinkie from the fanfic "Cupcakes".]

The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani wasn't sure what was going on, but she recognized that it was going to be another one of those weekends. "I think it's best that we all stay inside the barn today," she explained to the horses.

The doors might be closed, but the Gig was open!

Graveyard, Saturday Night

[life_inshadow]

Lenore was cursing herself for being such a fucking cliche as she perched on top of a tombstone, drumming her heels impatiently against the marble.

So it was a cliche: The vampire hanging out in a graveyard. But she still hadn't figured out where she was, and graveyards tended to be a good place to get a bead on a the supernatural culture of a town. She'd hang out here, see who else wandered in.

Besides. Everyplace else she went reeked of living people. She normally didn't have a problem staying dry, but it was better she not challenge herself too much.

[OOC: Open graveyard!]

The Devil's Nest. Saturday, March 10

[nookiepowered]

"Heeeeeere, sheepie, sheepie, sheepie..."

In case you were wondering, there were no sheep behind the bar.

Still, this seemed as good a place as any for Little Bo Peep to have a rest and see if maybe, if she stayed put, they'd come to her. Wagging their tails behind them.

Not that the little boy hanging out at the end of the bar was any help; all he seemed to have to say was "God bless us, every one!" which was sweet, but didn't have anything to do with sheep.

[OCD, she is up! Also, if you're using Classic Comments and can't get <small> to work, try <span style="font-size:9px;">Your text here </span> TMYK.]

The Perk, Saturday Evening

[glacial_queen]

Something weird was going on with the island today. Karla was going to be grateful that the craziness had skipped her this time and celebrate in true Fandom fashion:

She was going to sit at one of the tables in near a big window, with a cup of coffee and a bowl of ice cream and watch the madness.

Yup.