Demon Marcus, Sunday, All Day

[myownface]

If there was something weird afoot on the island this weekend, Sparkle hadn't really been paying enough attention to notice. He'd spent yesterday looking at a map of the island, pondering which houses or businesses he could break into, since that alternate timeline a few weeks back had reminded him just how much he missed getting into crap the way he used to back in Toronto.

And today, he was working, so he couldn't even put those plans to use. Dammit.

What he could do, instead, was pick through the merchandise, trying things on. He wasn't going to take any of it, he valued his spleen more than that and his boss was a demon, but there was no rule about wearing it around the store for a while, was there?

Demon Marcus is open, and Sparkle's a bit sparkly today, himself.

[Open!]

The Boards, Sunday Evening - Open Mic

[furnaceface]

There were some things that Jonothon did in order to make his life easier. There were some things that he did because he actually liked a challenge, and a good many things that he did because he was apparently a sucker for self-punishment.

What he was doing tonight, on the other hand, he was doing because dear god, not one but two people had announced that yesterday was his lucky day as they waltzed into The Boards yesterday, and then had proceeded to blow his mind both with how talented they were, and how obnoxious. He'd agreed to host an Open Mic tonight on next to no notice at all, mostly to just get them to shut up and leave.

The trouble with that plan, of course, was that having an Open Mic today was more or less an invitation for them to come back. Jonothon sighed as he stuck the letters up on the marquis.

Open Mic!
Free Admission
Stage Open To All!

Short and sweet. And now, if anybody needed Jono, he was going to prop the front door open and attempt to barricade himself in the technical booth with his cat.

[Open to all! Come shine on our stage!]

The Devil's Nest- Sunday

[inaskinnyway.livejournal.com]

Aside from radio, Susan was blissfully unaware of any visitors to the island this weekend, since she hadn't come in contact with any.

And then she came in to work.

She wasn't trying to be rude and was trying very definitely not to be honest, but she was sincerely wondering if this Bitsy wasn't maybe part troll to be built like that.

The Devil's Nest was open.

The Park, Sunday Morning

[suitably_heroic]

So later that night, April was going to subject him to some of this galaxy's worst movies of all time. Atton was sure he was going to wind up looking forward to it... at some point, when he wasn't dragging his ass back to the dorms with a massive hangover and what felt like an indent on the back of his head from the wall in Baltimore he'd slept against last night.

... sometimes Atton liked to branch out, okay?

By the time he got to the park, it was dawning on him that the world was openly mocking him. The sun was shining - but not full-on in a way he could reasonably avoid, no, it was hiding behind the clouds and chose to peek out at the worst possible times. Not only that, but the birds and the squirrels and whatever else ran around this hellish place was making noise.

Ugh.

"Is it too much to ask for kolto rain?" Atton called up at the sky. "If you're going to be crazy, island, you can at least give me some kind of analgesic! Or how about some of that seltzer poodoo they keep peddling in your adverts?"

The universe remained silent.

"Well--"

Atton, on the other hand, employed the full range of his knowledge of Hutt and Twi'lek curses, thank you very much.

[[ open! expect some SP later in the day, but I had to get him out at some point this weekend... ]]

Caritas, Sunday Evening

[onepunchguy.livejournal.com]

The Olympics were over which meant there would be no more slacking off in the back room. Until football season started in earnest, that is.

Look, Guy was big into his football, okay?

This would probably end with Tino wearing a soccer jersey just to piss him off on those days. Tino was a terrible person like that.

The Park, Sunday Evening

[nookiepowered]

This portal? Not so sparkly. Not so rainbow-hued.

Not so anything, really, besides a big gaping hole in the air beside the duck-pond, with a loud, growling sound not unlike a Dyson-ball vacuum choked with cat-hair but still valiantly continuing to suck because it was just. that. good.

Like the other portal, though, it was singing. Slightly out of tune.

What? Even though it was sucking every one of Fandom's Super-Special Guests right out of this dimension -- you're welcome -- it did have some flaws.