The Causeway, Saturday Morning

[suitably_heroic]

Shot: An empty causeway framed close. A wheel appears in view.

Shot: The engine of a motorcycle! The sound of an engine, being shut off.

Shot: Leather-clad fingers reaching into a leather jacket to produce forth a leather-lined packet of chewing gum.

Shot: Close on Atton, who pops a piece of chewing gum in his mouth (for reasons totally unrelated to 'making clear to the audience that this wasn't another recast for Ben Skywalker' or 'angry phone calls from execs stating that the network no longer wants to see cigarettes on film'. Really. Artistic merit!).

"Well, well," Atton mused, staring up at the spires of Fandom. "This looks ripe for the picking..."

Chew. Chew.

[[ open! ]]

Edge of the Preserve heading into town: Saturday Morning [11-3-12]

[walkswithcoyote]

A young Native American woman walked out of the preserve and paused to lift her face to the sun in respect. You could tell she was Native American because of her long black hair and the feather she had woven into it and the silver feather earrings and the blue turquoise necklace she was wearing. (Hey, networks had to be clear about these things, especially when you were adding a role solely to add ethnic diversity after getting crap about it from the higher ups.)

She looked wise for her years and somewhat mystical (because, see, Native American) and while they weren't entirely sure how her storyline would go yet (because, you know, last minute addition to help raise the ratings), there would certainly be lots of introductory establishy shots of her communing with nature as she made her way into the town. And thus, plenty of opportunity for people to interact with her.

The Beach, Saturday morning

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

A body washed up onto the beach. As the waves slapped his face a little more, the body started to stir again.

Bruce didn't remember this - he didn't remember ANYTHING - but there had been an accident on his yacht. He hit his head and fell overboard. He checked his pockets and did find his drivers license, so he figured his name out quickly. But those pockets brought up other questions. Like 'Why did he have multiple wedding rings in his pocket?' Or 'Why was there a new wedding ring on his hand, with a date of last Saturday engraved on the inside along with 'The one I've been searching for. And this time, I mean it.'

Bruce had mysteries to investigate. Who was Bruce Wayne? Who was this wife? What was the deal with the other rings? How would anyone explain his dry clothes in a future scene when he didn't know where he lived or where his clean clothes were? He needed to find out the answers to all of these, so he started wandering back towards civilization.

[OOC: Bruce continued his serial marrying from last year, but he doesn't remember any of this now. If you would like to claim one of those wedding rings, just go for it!]

Our Lady of Fandom, Saturday

[givehimahand.livejournal.com]

Father Lannister lit the candles at the alter of the church, looking up soulfully at some spot somewhere up near the ceiling. Because it was just something you did when you were alone in the church.

Or when you had a past that might make your career as a priest meant as atonement.

On the plus side, he looked amazing in that priest collar. So. There was that. Which was nice.

[[SO OPEN]]

J,GoB, Saturday Morning

[twintuitionist.livejournal.com]

Busy career woman Juliet L. Darling rested her fingertips on her Chanel-covered 39-week baby bump as she tapped swiftly away at her iPad. A flax-acai berry muffin and a soy decaf latte rested on the table before her, but she wasn't eating or drinking. She needed to finalize Darling Incorporated's hostile purchase of land on a small but crucial island nation before she went into labor, and that was taking all her concentration.

A calendar reminder marked as urgent flashed across her iPad screen, and Juliet cursed when she read it. She kept forgetting to find her baby's father; she should probably make time to do that in the next day or so, too.

It was so hard to be a glamorous, hard-working, yet fabulously wealthy single mom to be.

[OOC: Open, especially to babydaddy wannabes.]

The Park, Saturday Morning

[justlurkinghere]

After giving his beloved mate a gift to prove what an amazing provider he would be, Derek had gone running. While shirtless. Because it was clearly just so hot out that he needed to remove his shirt.

Nothing at all to do with ratings or those amazing abs.

He stopped, looking off at a nearby tree as the memories of his past flooded back to him. His family... Derek just barely managed to choke back those manly tears. Because no, no he wouldn't let that get to him. Not when he'd found his true love in Stiles.

[[Totally open]]

The Docks- Saturday evening

[throughaphase]

Katherine Pryde, who'd come here on the run as an Aztec princess, had come a long way since then. She'd successfully completed another day of modeling and resisting the lure of proffered heroin. They kept telling her she'd be more famous if she used drugs, but she knew it was a lie. She was a good girl, one of the only ones this town had left. If she gave that up, she would be nothing.

For some reason, today's shoot meant that she was walking home through the docks, where she knew unsavory things happened all the time. But she was sure everything would be fine and no more people would try to make her shoot up.


[And that's your cue to ping in and what have you.]

The Perk [Saturday morning]

[tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com]

Luke Skywalker, newest elected Congressman to the House of Representatives (and you could tell because of the giant flag pin on his suit), breezed into the Perk and shook hands with everyone inside the shop, smiling and kissing babies before asking for the most American cup of coffee on the menu.

Which was when he learned that most coffee didn't come from America.

He sat down with a cup of Colombian coffee, which he was liberally doctoring with milk that the barista assured him was from "Wisconsin or something. I don't do inventory" and looked eager to chat with any constituents who had problems they thought Congressman Skywalker could help them with.

Well, assuming it didn't have to do with being blackmailed by Luke's father....

Streets of Fandom, Saturday afternoon

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah Laurel Lance (not Laurel Lance, no matter what some people would tell you) was wandering the streets of Fandom with a purpose. And an address. An address that she could not read, because someone spilled coffee on the claim ticket for the dry cleaning she was meant to deliver, and now, now, now her family would be completely and utterly ashamed of her, if she couldn't get this package to the right person.

It was enough to make an innocent ingenue with the ability to cry on cue sniffle on a street corner, looking for someone to rescue her and point her in the right direction.

[expecting one, but totally open for silliness.'

The Abandoned Whorehouse District, Saturday afternoon

[cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com]

A year ago, Zayne was on top of the world. An associate of the Skywalkers. Slowly buying up all of the independent land on the island for himself. But then he lost everything.

Everything... including his dignity.

The only things he managed to keep were his body and any clothes that were tight enough to let people know that yeah, he was willing to lease his body out for a reasonable price. He made his way over to the warehouse district, found a nice street corner, and tried to look classy, but not TOO classy and definitely for sale.

Business world, Zayne Carrick would be back inside of you just as soon as he had the money, just like... Actually, let's just leave it at that.

[OOC: Yes, I declare the warehouse district to be where SOW hookers go. TRY TO RESIST THE WHOREHOUSE DISTRICT PUN. YOU CANNOT.

Open to customers, fellow hookers, and maybe even police.]

Caritas, Saturday

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

There was no April at Caritas today. She hadn't even called to tell Tino why. Just no April at all.

Which meant that poor Tino, who might or might not be the amnesiac long-lost twin of the heir to the throne of some country that was pronounced differently every time, was stuck tending bar. Poor guy. He just couldn't figure out what was up with that weird fancy-looking ring on his hand.

Strange.

[[mod tino night, yo!]]

The Boardwalk, Saturday Afternoon

[whenshewasnice]

"No, you can't! I've built my life here! I've changed!"

Natalie had had to excuse herself from Sam's presence to take this call, because it was private and possibly life-altering. So what better place to take it than out in the open in a public place! Of course, it was pretty vague, and the only thing that was obvious was that Natalie's dark and mysterious Montreal past was threatening to come back to haunt her. What that dark past actually was remained shrouded in mystery, of course. Possibly because the writers were just making this up as they went along. But it was horrible, all the same. Natalie had worked so hard to move on from her past. Both the one from before she'd ever set foot on Fandom, and whatever bad things she'd done as part of the Bavarian mafia on island! She'd even cut her hair short! And now it was all about to crumble.

She took a shuddering breath and pleaded one last time, "Please don't do this.

Ending the call, she looked dramatically into the distance and looked like she was holding back a tidal wave of emotions. Oh yeah, someone was trying to get a few awards this season.

[ooc: Why would a post like this be anything but open during SOW?]

The Devil's Nest, Saturday, November 3

[nookiepowered]

Tiny arrived to find a note on the counter:

Due to an unexpected delay in ongoing contract negotiations, the part of Bo will be played tonight by Dustin Hoffman Warren Beatty Dolph Lundgren this slightly soggy jack-o-lantern with an axe embedded in the top left side of its face. Good luck with that.

He'd probably be more concerned if he hadn't already seen the group of gremlins out back in the alley performing an exorcism on a teal deer with a bandage-wrapped face, while Alot of Bystanders (a vaguely bison-shaped Katamari of jammed-together faces and feet) looked on.

So. One of those weekends.

He sprayed some Glade Everfresh Minty Pine Scent ^TM air freshener toward the rotting pumpkin smell (making sure the label was clearly visible for proper product placement), then got to work setting things up behind the bar.

Fandom Town Firehouse | Saturday Afternoon

[pursuedthestars]

There weren't any fires to fight and that left Jim bored. He was a glutton for a danger so when things weren't dangerous, when he wasn't heading into the gaping maw of a fire, his mind started working in overdrive.

And that....that only meant bad things. He started thinking about the past, about the broken family and the ravaged town he'd left behind. About how he'd failed as a police officer and had to settle for something that he didn't want. About how the bodies that burned behind his closed eyes every time he went to sleep.

It was all too much. He'd come to this place to escape that past, to start anew. He'd taken on a new name, stolen someone else's identity just to forge ahead and to try and put everything else behind him. No one knew him here. No one knew of his criminal dealings and his felonious past.

Here, he was just a shirtless fireman, washing the trucks and waiting for that bell to ring. Here, he was just someone that no one would notice unless they liked the shirtless type with hard, taut muscles and chiseled faces.

Here, he was someone better.

[Every soap opera town needs a good fireman who is rarely seen doing ANYTHING but looking pretty. Open, of course.]