The Perk, Sunday Morning

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara would have preferred to be brooding over something with a high alcohol content, but apparently the network had gotten complaints after the last time they showed drinking before noon, so instead she was moodily staring into a virgin Irish coffee. She was wearing a strappy little black dress that showed off all her assets though, because that was the completely inconspicuous kind of thing a thieving con-woman with a dark and mysterious past trying to avoid the notice of the law would wear, right?

Things were not going to plan. She'd come to this island with one goal in mind (or had she?) but so far all she had to show for her troubles was an unopened condom. From a creepy amnesiac.

[Open.]

The Boards, Monday Morning

[furnaceface]

Jonothon had woken up with practically every NPC child on the island sleeping in his theatre this morning. Every. Last. One.

This had set off quite the chain of events. First, he'd had to feed them. He was pretty sure he wasn't going to have to make that many pancakes again for the rest of his life. And then he had to make a trip to the church to leave a sign on the door, directing any actual caretakers of these children to the Boards to pick them up. The kids had followed him on that trip like two rows of little baby ducks, which had been adorable, at least. And then came more feeding, because apparently children were bottomless pits.

And he had to do all of this without coffee, since he'd given that away yesterday in order to keep Korra from burning the building down.

Now, if anyone were to stop by the Boards, they'd find Jonothon half-draped over a chair, tiredly reading printouts of children's stories that he'd found on the internet for the few remaining children while he waited for their families to collect them.

Once they were all gone, he was going to sleep for about a month.

[Open Boards, naturally! If you left a kid with Jono, feel free to stop in or handwave picking him up. Poor Jims. I'll be a little slow while I'm at work, of course, but around-ish all day.]

The Perk- Monday afternoon

[solo_sword]

Having been through this sort of weekend four damn times now, Jaina was used to bouncing back from it. She woke up, made sure she didn't actually have any injuries from the weekend, made sure Christopher was where he was supposed to be because wtf baby-stealing, trained, called Jag, learned that her boyfriend was not so amused at how she'd had a wedding and got shot, even if she didn't actually marry anyone and had fully recovered from her coma.

You know, the usual.

She'd headed to the Perk after that, because a lot of caffeine and reports to look over on your datapad made everything better.


[And I have work internet again. Open!]

Devil's Nest, Monday, 11/05

[bitten_notshy]

After the wedding the evening before, Jack had gone to the woods to cinematically dash shirtless between the trees, expressing the wildness of his wolf side by pounding his fists into trees and catching small animals bare-handed. He could all but hear the pounding rock soundtrack in his head.

And now he was at work, showered, dressed as crisply as he could manage, and with bandages neatly wound about both sets of knuckles.

He did not want to hear one word about any of it.

[OOC: Open bar, no OCD.]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Monday

[gdiumbrella.livejournal.com]

Alice was sitting behind the counter, piling up little towers of quarters to kill the time.

What? It was a totally valid hobby, specially when you came from a world that had a limited amount of ammo. Plus, the focusing needed to keep several towers from crumbling down was actually a pretty good way to work her finesse.

Maybe she should find some rubber bands to keep the quarters together though.

The Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center was open, of course.

Stark Industries [all day]

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Cade's weekend had been spent blackmailing, threatening, blowing things up and asking people for illicit substances.

If it hadn't been for Jaina's wedding, he'd have written it off as just another weekend, really.

He was behind the counter with his eyes closed, wondering where he could find a motorbike.

Caritas, Monday

[shagthis.livejournal.com]

Jake looking somewhat bedraggled as he finally ambled his way into the bar for his shift was- not actually all that unusual. Sadly, waking up in the late afternoon after having passed out on a park bench the night before was a somewhat typical occurrence. And so it was that Jake was absently brushing bits of leaf out of his hair after he plopped himself down behind the bar tonight.

[ooc: scattered availability tonight, so i post early to make sure i don't forgeeeet.]