Stark Industries, Tuesday, Oct. 23

[ultron_junior]

It was another Tuesday at Stark, there was no fruit in sight, and Victor was working on building a gaming system from scratch. Not for a customer; just because they had the stuff, and he could. He was trying to engineer something that would work with all existing platforms, but he'd count it as a partial success if it was compatible with anything.

Jarvis limited himself to occasionally critiquing Victor's welding skills. Of course the AI without hands thought he could do better.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD.]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary was certain that she had stuff to get done today -- dealing with Gunther's latest culinary crisis, checking to see that none of the hotels pillows or towels had disappeared over the weekend -- but she just could not focus on any of it. Instead, she was playing Minesweeper on the computer at the front desk.

She was going to put off productivity until tomorrow.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Specials
Spinach Lasagna
Cucumber Tomato Salad
Chocolate-Dipped Cannoli

[Open! The OCD is searching for lost brain cells.]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

While the sippy cups from yesterday were gone, today all that Kitty could find were shot glasses. This... might pose a problem.

SPECIALS
Shots!
Bottles of beer!
Basically anything not in a glass!

Problem solved.

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening

[not_mandonna]

Tonight was Max's very first bar shift, and because he was a supremely mature human being, he was not celebrating it by drinking the entirety of the doughnut vodka that bartender from the weekend had introduced him to. Or any of it at all. That was how committed he was to this job.

Instead, he arrived, greeted Tiny with a "Hey, what's up, I'm Max," gave the DJ an appreciative nod for this evening's selection of underappreciated eighties hits, and settled behind the bar to await customers. He was feeling pretty good about his bartending skills.

Then the DJ's trend of eighties music began to progress toward the overappreciated, and Max began rethinking his satisfaction with this job.

He glanced at Tiny. "Hey, man, you think he'd turn that down?"

Tiny somberly shook his head. Great. 

Cafe Luke's, Tuesday

[glacial_queen]

Karla glanced into the kitchen, saw the looks that the head chef was giving everyone, and quickly ducked out again. Today was not a day to get in the way. She wasn't sure what was going on and she wasn't stupid enough to find out. Into the office with her!

Today's Specials
You'll get what we make and like it

Yeah, hiding.

[No OCD]