MCA Lobby, Saturday morning

[cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com]

After a couple missions that inevitably went insane the past few weeks, Zayne was on leave from Reciprocity so he could take care of everything he needed to do in Fandom. Once he landed his shuttle on the rooftop landing pad (HE HAD A SHUTTLE NOW, what was happening?), he sent a quick message to parties who might be interested that he was back and made his way down to the lobby to check the state of everything.

He was a little concerned when he checked the list of residents to see if anyone had moved in or out and found it folded into a paper hat. Also, it hadn't been updated. That seemed like the lesser concern. This was going to take some investigation.

[OOC: Zayne's officially back in town! Messages went out to anyone who thinks they might have received one. Open, but I'll be slowish most of the day.]

The Boards, Saturday Evening, Rehearsal

[furnaceface]

Jono was looking only mildly disgruntled today as his cast filed in for their rehearsal. He'd slept in that morning, a result of another training session back in New York (which, as an added bonus, was not so bloody hot in his reality as the island had been) and had stumbled in late.

Which meant that when he came down to set up for rehearsals, most of the popsicles that had appeared for no apparent reason while he'd been sleeping had melted. They were all individually wrapped, at least, so picking them out from between seats and behind curtains and the like hadn't resulted in a several thousand-dollar catastrophe that he'd have to attempt to explain to Troy later, but he was certain that he'd missed a few.

The ones that weren't too badly melted were tossed into the deep-freeze earlier, and were now sitting in a cooler packed with ice, next to the requisite lemon water.

"Take one, please for the love of god, and then rehearse. Just... rehearse. If you have any questions or concerns, I'll be hunting for more before somebody can step on one."

Uh... rehearsal time!

[Ooooopen.]

The Devil's Nest: Saturday, June 23

[nookiepowered]

"No, no, hell no, even if you offered to stand there and fan me, no, and also no."

That was Bo on Tiny's phone, which he'd kind of expected (especially the hell no on the wet t-shirt contest), but did she have to twist the knife by telling him she'd be getting back to her giant Minoan bathtub full of iced lemon-water now?

Sigh.

[Your bartender is large, muscled, and modded, and we are off to see Brave. And possibly Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter. IDEK.]

Stark Industries | Saturday

[dollpocalypse]

It was about a million degrees today, so Topher, for once, was not at the desk doing something irrelevant to his actual job. Today, he was working on altering the air-conditioner, amping up its usual cold blast to something about three times as powerful.

Because it was hot and miserable outside and he could, okay?

[[whereas here in dutchland, it's like sixty degrees! SUCK IT. open.]]

The Perk, Saturday Afternoon

[electrocynic]

Sarah had left her delightfully air-conditioned apartment and braved the town because she'd run out of cool things to drink that weren't water. The Perk, at least, had iced coffee. And air conditioning. Besides, staying at home would potentially have meant dealing with the SPA bothering her about sending in the report on her last class so her bout of community service could be marked as over and done with.

You'd think she would have been jumping for joy over that, right? Well, you were wrong. And it was none of your bloody business in the first place, either.

There was a grumpy superhero at the Perk today. But at least she wasn't suffering from the weather conditions right now.

[ooc: Open place in toooown!]

Caritas, Saturday

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

It was extremely hot outside, but was April making cocktails that would be appropriate in a poolside environment? Nope. Instead she was eating pork rinds and contemplating inventorying the beer. And sampling the beer. Really anything involving beer would be great.

Mmm, beer.