The Boards, Saturday

[furnaceface]

There was a somewhat disturbing thump thump thump, up on the roof. The sort of thump thump thump that Jono would even be inclined to dismiss as hail before some sort of nasty rainstorm, considering how insufferably hot the weather had been lately. But then he'd peeked out a window, and a green popsicle had smacked up against it at about the same time, making him jump.

"Again with the ice lollies!?"

At least these ones were staying outside, he supposed. Jonothon sighed, shook his head, and then got to work finishing his preparations around the Boards for tomorrow's Showcase. Anyone who wasn't drowning in new kids or being bludgeoned by falling frozen confectionery was welcome to come in to rehearse, as well. Of course.

"Maybe people will be less likely to discount the Showcase as an elaborate attempt at hazing, this way."

Small blessings.

[Open!]

The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani didn't think that suntan lotion would be good for the horses, and she didn't want to clean it off of them. So it was another inside day for everyone at The Gig. At least the horses and the angry calves were content to munch on the popsicles Dani retrieved for them.

[Open! Though you may not want to feed popsicles to real horses.]

Saturday, 4 apocalypse Avenue, formerly the Fourth Dimension Fine Arts and Antiques

[all-the-news.livejournal.com]

"Be careful! Do you realize how much that costs?"

The movers were not listening, still, and simply backed up slightly and adjusted until the printing press fit through the door. Once in, they easily moved through the former art gallery and to the area Carl had designated as the Print Room. There were already other supplies in the room, so Carl rushed in and began yelling and ordering people about, trying to get the room exactly the way he thought it should be.

"Seriously! The paper should be over there! How can you think otherwise? It's common sense to keep it away from the ink! No no no! That's blocking the door to the dark room! Were you born this incompetent? Watch the acid wash!"

Carl was actually in a good mood, despite the yelling. He'd finally found an old colleague willing to put up the money for a start up small town newspaper and here he was, Carl Kolchak, editor and sole journalist! He could finally print the news that the people needed to hear and no one was going to stop him or cut his story or edit it down to fluff and nonsense.

Like they had done to his piece on the bison on the island. Sure he'd been paid for it, but the copy included with his money had been changed from an investigative report on the mysterious versions that had evolved on the island, to just the first two paragraphs and the conclusion. Which made it into a happy-go-lucky article about the history of the American icon.

But now. His own paper! And apparently there was an apartment upstairs, which meant his personal rent was free! He'd explore upstairs later, meanwhile... "Hey! No! I told you, there has to be three sinks in there! THREE! What are you thinking? Have you never seen a dark room?"

It was going to take a while to get the place open and actually running. But when it was, Carl already had his first story planned: TIME TRAVEL IS REAL! I CAME FROM 1974!

Yeah, someone had finally accepted that the year was 2012.


[OOC: Carl is running about and yelling, but he is totally free to talk to! Feel free to stop in!]