The Boards, Saturday, All Day

[furnaceface]

It had occurred to Jonothon after a few hours of sitting around today, staring at paperwork and just altogether not wanting to touch any of it with a ten-foot pole, that he was starting to rot, here. As it turned out, Troy had taken off again, most likely to New York though Jonothon hadn't really bothered to ask, which meant that the Boards as a whole had been eerily quiet, save for Joni's mewling and the occasional chirping of the frogs in the lobby and the crickets that Jono kept on hand in order to keep them fed.

Clearly he had to do something, and for the first time in a while the something that he had in mind was something that he figured he could handle.

AUDITIONS!
Fandom Island Summer Showcase!

Have a song, an amusing anecdote?
Will you be around to greet the new arrivals at the end of June?
Remember how much you wished somebody had made an informational presentation for you when you were new?
Come audition for our showcase and help traumatize a new wave of residents to the island!

Auditions will be held Wednesday, June 13 and Saturday, June 16
Rehearsals will be Wednesdays and Saturdays
Performance on Sunday, July 1st

All are welcome!

Jono eyed the poster for a minute, satisfied that he was finally doing something productive with his time on the island, and then dusted his hands off and went back inside to stare at the paperwork again. No matter how much he willed it to, it simply refused to do itself.

[OOC: Open Boards! Stop in to visit, ask what the showcase is all about, make use of the recording studio, or do the funky chicken on the stage for no good reason. It's allll good. I was going to note that I'll be out for a while this morning, but who am I kidding? In this timezone, I'll be home before most of you are out of bed.]

[OOC2: And yes, I realize this leaves time for grand-total of four rehearsals. How much time could memorizing a song or a poem or a story possibly take?

[OOC3: Idek.]

Stark Industries | Saturday

[dollpocalypse]

Topher was finding himself extra-jittery today. Maybe it was that fourth Mountain Dew before he'd really gotten out of bed this morning, or maybe it was... no, you know what, it was definitely the Mountain Dew.

Either way, he was practically bouncing at his desk over at Stark Industries, so he fashioned a sign to hang up on the door:

GIVE ME SOMETHING TO FIX AND GET A FREE BAG OF WIRES

It was... possible that Topher didn't know what kind of incentives most people were going to go for. But he tried.

The Magic Box, Saturday

[secretheritage.livejournal.com]

Cassie was at the shop and trying to figure out why there were so many boxes of miniature dreamcatchers and colorful tealight laterns in the back room. After all, she was pretty sure she hadn't seen any of those on the inventory lists she had looked at before.

Shrugging her shoulders, she started making displays in the store. She figured if they were there, she might as well show them off so that people would buy them.

The Magic Box is open and Cassie is being industrious.

Atlas Gym, Saturday Afternoon

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

After getting a handwavey phone call from Jaina, Deadpool was at the gym. With swords. Pointy, pointy swords.

Because it had been waaaay too long since he'd had them out to play.

That might not have explained why there was a child playing on the treadmills as he cleaned the blades, though. But then, Jan had been raised around weapons, so this wasn't too strange for her. Plus? Treadmills.

It was like crack to a four year old.

[[Open gym, of course!]]

The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani was sulking. She had been looking forward to seeing a new Triple Crown winner, so it was tough to have her hopes dashed. The two angry calves were not helping. "If either of you snap at me one more time, you're both going to become dinner," she growled after one of the calves nipped at her while she was changing their bedding.

The Gig was open, if you could put up with Dani's mood.

Caritas, Saturday

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

Tino, it seemed, had recently suffered a bad breakup.

A very bad one, apparently, if his red eyes and the way he kept blowing his nose into napkins was any indication.

April was just curious enough to arch an eyebrow at him in inquiry, but then he was bawling loudly, and she was forced to conclude that that had not been her best plan ever.

However, the band was playing Neutral Milk Hotel and Tino's sobs were weirdly synchronized with the music, so it wasn't all bad?

"I COULD'VE LOVED HER!"

Okay, no. It was all bad.

The Devil's Nest: Saturday, June 9

[nookiepowered]

When the call came in on the bar phone and all Bo could hear on the other end of the line was masculine* sobbing, she knew exactly what to do.

Hand it to Tiny -- whose conspicuously switched-off cell was lying like an expensive paperweight atop a pile of invoices beside the cash register -- with a cheery, "It's for you!"

I will GET you, he mouthed at her twenty seconds later.

"Please," Bo said with a snort as she went back to wiping down the bar. "You owe me for not calling me in yesterday night. At the very least, you could've sent me those pictures."

*...for certain generous values of that word.

[OOC: Open and posted before 10, even!]