The Boards, Saturday, All Day

[furnaceface]

Jonothon was getting absolutely no work done today, no.

This mostly had something to do with the snarling and hissing that had woken him up in the dead of night, around the same time that Joni had woken up to find that she was sharing the foot of Jonothon's bed with a smallish bear. The bear herself had more or less taken the displeased cat in stride. The displeased cat and Jono had not exactly taken the bear in stride.

That is, until the bear rolled over, looked Jono square in the eye, and spoke to him.

"Go back to sleep, Jon. This is hardly the strangest thing that's happened here, and you know it."

Needless to say, Jono had spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling, and now he was staring stupidly at paperwork and lesson plans in a bleary-eyed daze, as the bear, Malanya, entertained herself not three steps away with some hats that she'd had him dig out from the props storage area.

"I hate this island," he informed her, not for the first time that morning.

"No, you don't."

And she was right.

[Open Boards are open!]

Stark Industries | Saturday

[dollpocalypse]

"So you're really not going to let me do any tests on you at all?"

The jackal -- sorry, Cyrilla -- let out a noise that sounded remarkably like a sigh. "No," she informed him. "And you'd do well to take a lesson there. You can't run tests on everyone you see."

Topher waved a hand. "Yeah, yeah, ethics and manners and whatever," he said carelessly. "But you're a talking jackal. So... exception?"

"No," said Cyrilla. "Not even for science."

Topher sulked.

"Now I'd advise you to start working on fixing that radio. It looks like all you have to do is replace the--"

"La la la la la!" Topher interrupted her, putting his hands to his ears. "I wanna figure it out myself. Show-off."

Atlas Gym, Saturday Afternoon

[nottrivial]

Well, Alec and Sparkle had made plans for today, so even the fact that Alec had a snake following him around wasn't about to disrupt that. Even if the snake was really kind of annoying.

"You know you didn't have to get here forty minutes early," Celandria commented as Alec surveyed the archery range that, yes, he'd arrived at quite a bit early. "Even if by some miracle Sparkle had shown up early, he probably would have waited, you know."

"I know that," Alec protested, even as he blushed. "It's just that I wanted to check out the layout. Prepare. You know."

"All you've done is pace up and down," she reminded him. "You know there's such a thing as being overprepared?"

"Now you sound like Jace," Alec mumbled.

Celandria fixed him with a look that was pretty stern for a snake. "Don't say that."

[[expecting one, but open for atlas needs! beware my not-great archery knowledge ahead.]]

Magic Box [9/22]

[secretheritage.livejournal.com]

Cassie had been stocking shelves, until she'd gotten distracted by one of the books she was putting away. Magic fascinated her, especially magic that wasn't her own. Supplies half shelved, she tucked herself away behind the counter and started to read.

She'd make sure she finished stocking before it was time to leave, but for the moment? She was all about reading the book.

Maybe she'd even buy it when she was done.

Cafe Luke's, Saturday

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was followed down the stairs into the Cafe by a sea bird with bright blue feet.

"I know you're not my kilt," he told it. "That turned into a scruffy looking guy with dreds."

The booby did not seem put off by this speculation. "I'm not your kilt," it -- she, judging by her voice, and of course it was a she, they were getting along so far and all of Priestly's friends were girls -- said. "Or one of your friends turned into a bird, or a midnight gremlin bite induced hallucination." She hopped and flapped her way slightly awkwardly onto the counter and offered one blue foot for him to shake. "My name is Zipporah," she said. "But you mostly call me Zip."

"Zip the Booby." Priestly shook her foot carefully. "Naturally."

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"I'm not actually Ecuadoran," Zip said. "This is just the shape I settled into when we grew up."

"Shut up and eat your fish with coconut sauce."

Luke's was open.

Fandom Island Gazette Building, Saturday

[all-the-news.livejournal.com]

"Carl. Carl." There was a heavy weight on Carl's chest, suddenly. "Wake up, Carl. We have a small problem."

Frowning, Carl tried to remember having brought someone home the night before... and couldn't. He'd been up late printing the week's worth of Gazettes. Alone. He opened his eyes slowly.



"Carl? Good. Come on, the dog got into the papers."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"


a few explanations and half a bottle of aspirin later
...

and after Carl had been convinced by the agonizing separation pain to climb back into the window and sit down to talk

"Okay, so you're me. And you've always been there. And I just couldn't see you. And you're a raccoon. That talks."

"Badger."

"Badger. Much better. A talking badger. I'm a badger." He blinked a moment, then his eyes narrowed as he caught the joke.

"You're not a badger, I am." The daemon facepalmed. "Look, can we just move on? That dog of yours-"

"He's not my dog!"

That got him a 'yeah right' smirk (and who knew a badger could smirk?!) "Fine, THE dog destroyed all the papers last night. What are we gonna do?"

Carl rubbed his face with both hands. "A badger and a news hound. Finally a full staff, and no paper to show for it."


[Gazette building is open!]

Caritas, Saturday

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

So... the bird that was casually hanging out on April's shoulder as she poured drinks at the bar tonight? Probably a violation of at least one if not multiple different health codes.

And it was impressive how little April cared about that, honestly.

In fact, she was having a pretty okay time playing Tic-Tac-Toe with her daemon, a raven named Acario, just up until the point that Tino showed up, late and flustered and with an animal companion of his own in tow. April was just about to start mocking him for what exactly that animal companion was, too, but before she could even say anything, Tino caught sight of the bird on her shoulder and hightailed it the hell out of there.

Apparently, Tino was not a bird fan.

April watched him flee.

"Good job, Acario."

The Park, Saturday Afternoon

[genesishero]

Well, Evan had himself a puppy, and puppies needed to go for walks. That much really was a given, so far as these things went, and had been since Evan had gotten Ozzy in the first place.

He had also, somewhere over the course of the night, somehow managed to inherit a talking swan. A really, really big one. But he was not going to let this get in the way of walkies, darn it. It just meant... well, really, it mostly just meant that he'd be lingering around the park a little longer than usual while the swan calmly paddled in little circles in the pond, close to the shore and as close to Evan as possible.

The flamingos were actually keeping their distance, today. Probably for the best, because that swan looked as though it could take them all.

"This was really not how I was expecting to spend my day," Evan sighed, attempting to get Ozzy to pay attention to the ball instead of the wealth of fascinating waterbirds. The puppy was having none of it, making yet another break for the ducks.

[Open as a park can be!]

The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

"I'm sorry, Dahanian, but you're going to have to stay here tonight. There's no way I'm letting you back in my house," said Dani as she prepped one of the empty stalls. She had not been very happy to wake up this morning and find her horse-shaped daemon tracking dirt all over the carpet.

The Gig was open, and there were still extra stalls available for a price if anyone else had over-sized daemons.

The Devil's Nest, Saturday, September 22

[nookiepowered]

"No booze."

"But you're a horse. I woke up next to a horse, and don't you dare, Tiny. Not. One. Word."

"Oh, please. First of all, it was only my head; like I could even fit in your bed. Second of all, I woke up next to a Succubus, and you don't see me getting soused about it. Third of all, no booze. You know how you get."

"Look, Horse..."

"Bayanai."

"Whatever. Yes, I know how I get. It's the part where you know how I get that makes me want to drink."

"Of course I know how you get. I'm part of you."

Which was way too close to certain trains of thought that Bo had already bought tickets for a while ago. "I knew I was part Phouka."

"Hneeeeeehesnorfhneeeee......"

Your bartender would be as far down the bar from the laughing brown stallion as she could get, and nursing an oversized whiskey sour, because horses were not the boss of her.