Stark Industries | Saturday

[dollpocalypse]

After some mortifying assistance from Ace, Topher was at work. And he was very busy today, actually. You know. Hating his girlparts and all.

It wasn't even that they were gross and girls were weird, though both of those things were true. He just liked looking like him. And not being all weird and unbalanced and stuck in some other body that could be anyone's, really, and who knew what she got up to in her spare time?

...Right then.

If you needed Topher, he'd just be fixing a radio. Or breaking it more so that he could fix it even better. It was hard to tell.

The Boards, Saturday, All Day

[furnaceface]

Once again, it was a 'thank god I'm too much of a packrat to throw away anything' day for Jono, with him sitting in the office at the Boards, wearing clothing from his high school days. An old band t-shirt was hiding the fact that he didn't own a bra, and so he was keeping himself -ahem- in with some tightly-wound leather wrappings that he'd found in his old black leather jacket pocket.

And there were not words for how much he had missed wearing his leather trousers. He hadn't expected them to fit, considering the fact that he had decidedly more hip today than usual, but occasionally, rarely, Fandom allowed him a small kindness and extended the weirdness to things that he'd find useful, too.

Shunting anything on his desk that might vaguely resemble paperwork to the side, he reached for a script and started sketching out floor plans of the stage. He was going to have a set to design soon enough, and he might as well get a start on that now.

[OOC: Open! If I'm going to be working on a Saturday, you had better believe I'm going to be pinging, dammit.]

The Perk, Saturday Morning

[toteshammered.livejournal.com]

Thor had awoken this morning to discover that he possessed BREASTS.

Now. He was from Asgard, he knew that sometimes these things happened.

Except usually it was a fair bit more... voluntary.

Whatever was going on, he needed coffee to deal with it. ALL the coffee. That may have actually been the phrase he used when placing his order with the barista. All the coffee and at least a half-dozen pastries.

Because breasts.

Atlas Gym, Saturday

[so_hawkward]

Clint had settled down some after the shock of this morning, and had headed to the gym to test the limits of this new and hopefully temporary body. He'd gotten a few snickers from some of the early morning regulars, but for the most part, people seemed to just be going with it. Clint wasn't sure how long he'd have to be on the island to reach that point, but he wasn't there yet, and if he'd started his day by going at the punching bag, well, it was totally helpful for knowing how strong he was at the moment, really.

[Open!]

Caritas, Saturday

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

April was just so amused by today's particular flavor of Fandom weird.

"God, Tino, I thought you were ugly as a guy, but this is really above and beyond," she informed him, pouring herself a shot glass full of champagne just because she felt like pouring things. Look, don't judge her. "It's one thing to have the world's worst rack, but combined with that butt-face..." She tsked at him. "Fail, man."

Tino glared. Glared a lot.

LET'S FACE IT
YOU DON'T NEED AN INCENTIVE TO BUY BOOZE TODAY
JUST DO IT

Best marketing ever, obviously.

The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

Clyde seemed a bit disturbed when Dani got to the barn. She started checking to see if he lost a shoe, but in the process discovered that he lost something else entirely. "Don't worry," she reassured him as she patted him. "Your boy parts will definitely come back. This just just happens around here on the weekend."

[Open!]

Cafe Luke's, Saturday

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was attempting to make sense of some of the equipment Vincent had left behind. He'd finally worked out that the big silver drinks thing marked "Vinspresso" was the world's fanciest, most unreasonably complicated coffee machine, and made himself something frothy, dark, and excessively caffeinated to make up for the decided lack of such that he'd gotten from the Perk, yesterday.

Then he spent awhile staring suspiciously at the blender. He was all for lots of settings, don't get him wrong. But he wasn't sure what you could cook that would require the setting "spaghettify".

Oh, and also he was a girl. It happened.

Today's specials
Spaghetti and meatballs
Fancy coffee
Personalized malts
Now hiring! Most shifts available!

Luke's was open.

[ooc: ocd free]

The Park, Saturday Evening

[justlurkinghere]

So, waking up as a woman ranked high on the list of 'terrible things that have happened to Derek'. Not at the top of the list, but it was still pretty high up.

It was a long list.

So, what better way to deal with all of this than to find a tree to lurk by in the park? You all have your ways of dealing, he had his. Just be glad there weren't anymore teenage boys on island to threaten.

[[Open for all the awkwardness]]

The Devil's Nest: Saturday, 9/8

[nookiepowered]

"Bitsy!"

To be fair, Bo said that when she could only see the woman at the door from the back, because she was turned around and hanging up the "One Free Shot If You Hate Everything Today" sign.

The "Ohhhh..." came when she turned around and Bo could see the Tina nametag. "Sorry, wrong kind of weird. I thought it was Impossibly Hot Fake Sister Weekend."

Tiny...Tina... just blinked at Bo, then grinned, very, very slowly.

"What? You would've slept with her too if she wasn't your impossibly hot fake sister!"

Bo had no idea what the repeated snickering from the doorway was all about, but she did her best to ignore it as she set up the bar.

[Open!]

Fandom Island Gazette, Saturday

[all-the-news.livejournal.com]

A pile of this week's newspaper was in a basket on the front stoop and the door had a sign pinned on it:




Carl had decided to explore one of the closed-off rooms upstairs earlier in the day. The fact that they were furnished was nice? But some of the, uhm, 'furniture' had actually scared him.

And he'd worked Vegas!