The Perk, Sunday Late Morning

[brat_inslayage]

Kennedy had meant to show up yesterday; that had been her plan, and that had been behind the timing of the portal she'd booked. So naturally, the portal had gotten rerouted three times (the six hour layover in what looked like a temple to Aphrodite had been amusing, at least) and delayed her arrival until today. Just as naturally, she'd immediately called Portalocity customer service and given them an earful or three as soon as she realized what time it was.

Might as well stick around, she decided, and headed over to get herself some coffee, a few pastries, and a table.

Hey Red. Going to hang out here for a while, okay? was the text message she sent to Willow, not really trusting whether she could just think it at her at this range. (It was still weird, anyway.) Seriously, after the amount of time it had taken her just to get here, she might as well.

[[so i forgot what day yesterday was, apparently, shut up. open post is open. divinesurfchick is to blame for the random layover.]]

Goodvalor's Little Bivoli, Sunday

[cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com]

Zayne hadn't had any luck figuring out where the mischievous bit of programming in his droids were, but at least they were toning it down a bit this week. Still, he sighed when he saw the special after the quake last night.

Today's Special:
Milkshakes

He also made sure a HELP WANTED sign was prominantly displayed in the window, although he was starting to wonder if he really needed another employee or if a droid psychologist might be better.

[OOC: I'll be a little slow today, but the bivoli is open! No OCD.]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Sunday

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

Having double checked the weapons stock and ammunition supplies in recent weeks, there wasn't a whole lot more for Coulson to do in terms of making sure that both the shop's and his own records on what kind of firepower the place was packing were up to date.

So it was time to focus on the other side of the equation. First things first, he wanted to make sure there was plenty of soothing music in case a meditation client found that helpful. Sure, there was the typical Enya or whale sounds. But how about some variety? Like a CD filled with sound effects approximating World War I aerial combat, complete with sputtering engines and gunfire. That might be relaxing to some people.

Also? Norah Jones. Also relaxing.

Coulson wasn't necessarily a complicated man, but he was complex.

Demon Marcus, Sunday, All Day

[myownface]

Sparkle was maybe a little freaked out today after the whole earthquake thing had roused him out of bed at buttfuck-thirty in the morning. Earthquakes were not a Toronto thing. Sparkle was not an earthquake-friendly kind of kid. And then that volcanic island out there was being weird, and...

... Well, he was kind of spending his shift at Demon Marcus looking up what the hell to do in the case of the ground opening up in some kind of massive volcanic disaster, and the best that he was finding were YouTube clips of that one movie where the major city turned into a volcano.

If anyone needed clothes today, they'd have to get him to stop staring in horror at that one scene where the guy ended up kind of jumping in? Because shit.

[Open, and OCD-free!]

The beach- Sunday afternoon

[solo_sword]

Technically Jaina wasn't supposed to be doing any sort of training yet, but she figured going for a run wasn't really training. It was just a run. She could handle that. Sure, it made her feel out of shape even when she wasn't because she hadn't been able to do anything for two weeks, but details.

She'd set the beach as her stopping point, where she could just stop for a while before walking back to the hotel. It was actually a good beach day, so she had no problem sitting by the water for a while. Until she got bored, anyhow.

[Open!]

The Devil's Nest- Sunday

[inaskinnyway.livejournal.com]

There was no live action Angry Birds happening at the bar tonight.

There were however one or two stray olives that Susan knew about because she kept finding them just to step on accidentally, which led to the inevitable break to clean off her shoe. Really, people.

The Devil's Nest was open. And not responsible if anyone slipped and died on an olive.

Il Pollo, Sunday Evening

[glacial_queen]

After a long "discussion" about the proper venue (Re: argument with much grumping and sulking, and plenty of each on both sides), Karla and Jono had agreed to have a modest birthday dinner at Il Pollo, as opposed to, say, Cafe Fina (Karla's choice) or nothing at all, ever, okay, maybe a lager but not out in public, bloody hell, Karla (Jono's choice). The food was tasty, filling, and good; not particularly expensive; and varied enough that no matter the dietary restrictions or tastebuds, anyone invited would be able to find something to eat.

The invitations were sent out via email and text, as befitting the informality of the affair (which Karla had reluctantly agreed to since Jono had gone to the dance as instructed). She'd been able to commandeer a small private banquet room, in deference to the number of people invited, and the reservation had been made for seven, with people invited to show up a little bit earlier for drinks. Dessert was going to be a collection of cannolis and a cupcakes, so there'd be plenty of different types to sample.

With an (admittedly smug) smile, Karla helped herself to a glass of wine and toasted the grumpy birthday boy, waiting for the invited guests to show up.

[Said grumpy birthday boy modded with permission. Open restaurant and if you think you got an invite, you absolutely did! No OCD, feel free to make all the messy threads you want!]