Stark Industries | Saturday

[dollpocalypse]

Topher was having a bit of difficulty with one of his projects at Stark Industries today. For whatever reason, he was under the impression that a particular tool set would be all that was required to fix a fridge, and it was turning out that that was not quite the case, based on the way it kept shorting out when he tested it.

After his fourth attempt, which left his hair sticking straight up in a very mad-scientist sort of way, Topher took a breather, glared at the squirrel who was judging him, and said darkly, "Don't report that."

And then he went right back to work.

He'd get it eventually. Really.

Turtle & Canary; Saturday [ 05/12 ].

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

Valentine was mostly working on a new Help Wanted sign, since Britta had decided to contribute her own thoughts about how, apparently, getting a job was like becoming a slave to the corporate puppeteers and everyone needed to be made aware of it through scribblings on the original sign.

She worked on that after putting together a sign announcing that the various collection of potential gifts for Mother's Day were on sale 15% off, unless they were animal soaps. Those she was adding in for free, because they were cute.

Apparently, this job simply required one to make a lot of signs. Valentine felt she was building a whole new useful skill set here.

Today's Squishy flavors: Posterboard, Glitter, Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

The Beach, Saturday Afternoon

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

After his usual run (maybe a little longer than normal) and usual amount of coffee (borderline caffeine overdoes levels), Tony came to a stop on the beach for some relaxation time. Well, something like that.

He flopped down on the sand, hands back to brace him in an upright position as he watched the waved roll in.

A guy could only spend so much time sublimating his rich, orphan angst working in the lab before he got this weird craving for that mysterious orb in the sky that illuminated the world. Whatever it was, it looked 'shopped.

[[Open like a beach!]]

The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani had missed breakfast this morning and was pretty hungry when she got to the stable. She figured she could quickly get through chores and then take a break to grab some lunch. But she hadn't counted on a shipment of hay bales that needed to be moved inside before she could leave. It took a while, and she got all dirty and sweaty. Finally, she had all the hay bales neatly stacked up inside. She exited the barn -- and found another shipment of hay bales had mysteriously appeared out of nowhere. "You've got to be kidding me," she groaned.

The Gig was open, and there was a "Help Wanted" sign propped up on top of a stack of hay bales.

The Boards, Saturday, All Day

[furnaceface]

Well, that had been a... an eventful handwavey week back in his own reality. Jono had been through some training sessions with the other New Warriors (and had nearly deafened the poor bastards, but at least now he knew better), had helped foil a few petty crimes, and had shamelessly defaced a few Registration Act posters with a Sharpie marker over the course of the week. He was actually more proud of the Big Brother Is Watching You that he'd scrawled across one such poster than he was of the progress he'd made with his sonic equipment. Not that he suspected many people back there would even care about the significance of the Orwellian reference, but it felt good to him, so to hell with it.

He had been intending to put up posters for a jam session this weekend, but had been out all week and hadn't had the opportunity to prep for something like that. Next week, definitely. Still, that didn't stop him from making a detour to throw a sign up outside all the same.

Open House!
Have an interest in the performing arts? Come in and look around our recently renovated facility! Recording booth, stage, rehearsal space & meeting rooms for rent!

Now gauging interest in possible workshops, jam sessions, one-act festivals, concerts, and improv nights! Come on in and let us know what kind of culture you'd like us to bring to Fandom Island!

... Okay, so the sign was a little verbose, but at least it was better than nothing at all. And Jono was going to pull out his guitar, stand on the stage, and show off the building's acoustics with some 90s grunge just in case anybody did happen to stop in. And even if they didn't.

[Open, and... OCD free, because that's how these Boards roll.]

The Perk, Saturday Noon

[electrocynic]

The SPA had finally gotten 'round to mailing Sarah their lesson plans for her current workshop. And – shock, horror! – this Saturday was turning out boring so far, so Sarah was actually reading them. At the Perk, as you do, because anything the SPA had to say was usually best taken with a big dose of something that helped. Right now, she was being sensible, so that was a large cup of black coffee.

There was also a note in there about going to visit one of the offices of the United Capes of America on the mainland about a guest speaker, sometime in the next few weeks. Because sure, she wanted random American superheroes in her class. Sarah was rolling her eyes pretty hard at that.

Mostly, though, she was having a bit of fun by using her powers to turn one of the coffee machines off every time the barrista turned his back on the thing. (He'd been rude to her once. She felt he deserved this, and it wasn't like she was hurting him, or anything.) So far, he hadn't clued to why it kept getting turned off. Guess there was just enough background noise to cover up her electronic voice.

She stifled a snicker when he frowned at the machine again and tried banging at its side a bit.

[Open.]

The Devil's Nest, Saturday, May 12

[nookiepowered]

"Okay, I can accept the Blue Curaçao for Really Strong Guy Who Can Fly because it's the same color as his suit, and the extra-sour Lemon Drops for Bitterwoman, but Ratnipples?"

Tiny just crossed his arms and stared pointedly at the raisin-flavored rum.

Bo crossed her arms right back. Under her breasts because she was not stupid. All advantages should be used, especially in a situation this serious. (Except for the one where she could win this argument boobs down if she used her powers on him, but that would be cheating.) "No. I don't care if George Clooney was in it. There are some adaptations we don't acknowledge exist."

Bo was pleased to see it took Tiny at least twenty seconds to tear his gaze away from her neckline and point to the layered Bailey's-and-Creme de Cacao drink she'd labeled Ferretwoman's Tail.

"The Eartha Kitt one, not the Halle Berry one. Please."

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