Goodvalor's Little Bivoli, Sunday

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Arthur had a great day working yesterday, so he made his way to one of the local restaurants and found himself a slightly discreet corner booth for brunch.

After which, he broke out that briefcase-looking thing again and went back to work. So yep, he was asleep again.

Today's Special:
Not What You Ordered

[OOC: Yep, still think I'm funny. Mod your service!]

The Beach- Sunday morning

[throughaphase]

It wasn't like her beach back home, and she didn't have her friends with her, but Cleo couldn't resist getting in the water at least for a little while. It wasn't like anyone was around to see, right?

So she left her legs behind on land (not literally- they just turned into a tail when she got out into the water) and swam through the water, just enjoying herself for a while. Was it her, or were there much fewer dolphins here?


[She has an Australian accent that I swear to god I thought was fake when I first heard it and will go through great pains to hide her tail if spotted. So open.]

The Perk- Sunday afternoon

[solo_sword]

Jaina was always so happy when weird stuff happened and skipped her. It wasn't even so much that she took real pleasure in watching everyone else be crazy- though it was really entertaining as long as they weren't breaking her brain trying to get her in the backseat of their '64 Pontiac- but she liked being herself and not doing slutty things or thinking she could stop crime by turning into a bird or something.

Since she wasn't going to spend the weekend cooped up in her hotel room even if this wasn't the kind of catchup weekend that she'd thought it would be, Jaina headed off to the Perk. She got her coffee, found a seat, and maybe checked out whether or not anyone else around was acting a little strange. Then again, this was Fandom, so if she didn't already know them, that might just be how they behaved on any given day.


[Open!]

The Boards, Sunday [Rehearsal]

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Having spent most of the previous day in a conference call with Ryan, a few Evans Industries lawyers, and a very stubborn man who refused to accept that they had, in fact, filed for and received the rights to perform Petey Sci-Fi (really, Troy had the paperwork somewhere, except he was pretty sure Jono was the one who had filed it and Jono... didn't seem to be around this weekend, and it's not like he could explain, "Sorry, it's one of those weekends," to someone who'd never been to the island. Except for, well, Ryan, but that still didn't help with the lawyers), Troy had missed out on who, exactly, his roommate and co-worker had turned into.

That wasn't going to last long.

"So, hey, everyone," he said, to those who had actually showed up. He was expecting that at least a few of them would be... not themselves, but, hey, the show must go on, right? "Anyone who's just joining us today, try to follow along as best you can. We'll start out with some theatre games to warm up, and then work through some of the songs, okay?"

It seemed like the safest bet.

Yep. Totally safe.

"Music!" Jon peeked his head into the room from around the costume rack area. And then stepped into the room with a lampshade on his head, an accordion in his hands, and wearing an outfit so tacky that it would probably send animals and small children running for the hills, crying. "I've got the music right here!"

And that was how the Petey Sci-Fi Polka was born.

Mooby Land, Sunday evening

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There was chaos at Mooby Land. Innocents had been threatened - slaughtered, really - for too long. It was time for somebody to take things into his own plastic hands. But now all of the Mooby Land employees were tied up and the fryers had been shut down.

On the counter stood a figure who - in another form - may have cut quite an imposing silhouette. But now he was mostly ovalish except for the pointy ears and the cape. And it was time for him to give a gravelly voiced lecture.

"Ladies. Gentlemen. You have cooked well. You have cooked Fandom's potatoes. Its tubers. Your cooking is nearly over. From this moment on, none of you are safe."

The Dark Spud threw a batarang accessory at the light switch, casting the restaurant into darkness before making his silent escape.

The employees weren't hurt, and it wouldn't take long for them to get out of the rubber bands they'd been tied up with. And turning the fryers back on was nothing. But for the rest of their lives, they'd have to remember that a potato kicked their asses.

[OOC: Just establishy for me. But Mooby Land is of course open, once they flip the lights back on.

The scene is, of course, based on the iconic scene from Batman: Year One. Because why not? :D]