The Park, Early Saturday Morning

[nookiepowered]

The Fandom Town Park had seen its share of portals, from misfired Portalocity arrivals, to rips in the Multiverse, to that shiny purple one that showed up every year and horked out kids like a bridge-troll with a bad case of colic, but it had never seen a portal like this one.

It was bigger.

It was brighter.

It was pur -- no, blue -- no, sil-- red -- gree -- IT WAS RAINBOW COLORED, OKAY? WITH HOLOGRAPHIC OPALESCENT SPRINKLES.

It was singing. (Specifically, it was singing It's All Coming Back To Me Now, half an octave above the top of Celine Dion's vocal range.)

It was also a gourmet cook, but since there wasn't anybody in the park at this hour to prove that to, it had to settle for showering the duck-pond with the tastiest breadcrumbs ever, as a final prelude to...

Horking. Bridge-troll. Colic. (But a really attractive bridge-troll who's the secret half-elven daughter of the High King of Ithiluvenariana.)

Future offspring? Please. These visitors were so much more awesomer than that.

[OOC: For all your sparkly, self-inserting needs! ...Not dirty.]

The Boards, Saturday, All Day

[furnaceface]

If what was invading the island today had shown up a couple of years ago, Jonothon would have opened his eyes in the morning, made a mental note of the fact that it felt as though his brain was being beaten in with a psionic powder puff soaked in glitter and sunshine, groaned to the best of his ability, and then would have resigned himself to spending the rest of the day in bed with his head buried under a pillow, hating everything.

These days, Jono was forced to get by without the telepathic early-warning system. It was Saturday, and he put forth his best effort to open The Boards on Saturday, and even with his sense of impending doom switched to 'on' by default these days, he had no idea what was out there, lurking.

And that was why he was in the office, working out a budget for the autumn theatre season. The Consequence of Being Frank wasn't going to put itself on for free, after all.

[OCD free, as usual, and open to any Fandomites who need a place to hide from their sparklypoos or to any sparklypoos who were ~♥~*Born For The Stage*~♥~]

The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani was getting Smudge saddled up for a nice, long ride when a stranger turned up to warn her that there was a loose horse outside. She had put the other horses out in the paddock, so her first thought was that one of them might have jumped the fence. She grabbed a rope and followed the stranger to where he said he spotted the horse.

Except it wasn't a horse, but a teal deer. But the stranger insisted that it had to be a horse because it had four legs. And then the stranger got angry when Dani insisted that it wasn't a horse, so she was not going to try and catch it. Dani last saw the stranger headed for the firehouse as he mumbled something about getting the firefighters to do something about the "wild horse."

It was going to be another one of those days.

Caritas, Saturday

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

There was something... disturbing about today.

April couldn't put her finger on it. Maybe it was the way she kept finding little streaks of sparkly glitter everywhere. Maybe it was the distinct smell of vanilla and pie all over the place. Or maybe it was the fact that no matter what she did to get them to stop, the zombie band couldn't stop playing an endless medley of preteen music ranging from Justin Bieber to Panic At The Disco to the soundtrack from Mortgage.

Whatever it was, she didn't like it.

So she was behind the bar with her hood drawn up and her feet on Tino's usual stool, side-eyeing the door like it was about to admit something terrifying.

Which, you know. It might.

The Devil's Nest: Saturday, August 11

[nookiepowered]

The fact that Tiny was nowhere to be found tonight only bothered Bo until the woman in the sleeveless leather tank-top whose arms made Tiny's look like spaghetti noodles showed up from the back and introduced herself as Tiny's older sister, Bitsy, and no, it wasn't one of Those Weekends, and yes, she knew all about Those Weekends, and after all, Bo had seen what Tiny looked like as a chick, and it wasn't this.

After that, Bo was too busy being bothered by the unfairness of Bitsy getting kicked out of the WNBA for being too tall, and the fact that she kind of wanted to climb Tiny's sister like a tree.

...A tree at the top of Mount Everest.

[OOC: Your face.]