JGOB- Saturday afternoon

[fates_jaye]

So, apparently, when you spontaneously turned telepathic, it was pretty easy to figure out you were telepathic.

Which was why sitting in the Perk was probably a bad idea if you were Jaye today, because all she was trying to do was get nice and caffeinated and have a muffin and now she was stuck listening to the clerk's brain talk about how she'd dropped a danish on the floor and put it in the case or go on about the new guy she was dating in way more detail than she wanted to know.

"Great," Jaye muttered, "now everything talks to me."


[So very open.]

The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

There was nothing unusual going on at The Gig today, unless you counted the huge pile of tack that needed to be cleaned. Dani wasn't entirely sure where all the extra saddles came from, because she didn't remember buying so many of them. But she didn't mind doing the cleaning. It was kind of soothing, in a way.

[Open!]

Atlas Gym, Saturday

[so_hawkward]

Clint had woken up with a bad feeling about this weekend.

Honestly, thanks to the past few months, it wasn't unusual for him to wake up on Saturdays with a generally uneasy sense. But this was a much sharper, clearer Bad Feeling, and Clint had found that the best way to deal with that kind of sensation was to go shoot at things until he stopped thinking. That method worked a lot better, however, when he didn't miss everything he shot at.

If anyone needed Clint this morning, he'd be at the gym, sitting quietly behind the desk with his bad feelings, waiting for whatever this was to go the hell away.

[Open!]

The Boards, Saturday, All Day

[furnaceface]

Jonothon was actually in a fairly good mood as he made his way down from his apartment to the Boards proper that morning. He'd brewed himself a pot of coffee, he'd fed the cat, who had plodded down the stairs along with him, and he was now sitting with Pearl Jam playing on a YouTube playlist, which was still about the most useful thing he could get out of the internet.

If there was anything especially strange going on this weekend, it hadn't touched him, personally. And any weekend where he woke up shaped like himself and in his right mind was a weekend that he'd consider a win. Or maybe he was just still thankful that he'd managed to hire an assistant manager to help him keep the Boards afloat, and was enjoying the reprieve that came from delegating some of his duties on to her in order to sit back with his feet up on his desk and his cat in his lap, and read.

Today was going to be a completely productive day. He could tell already.

[Open Boards are open!]

Cafe Luke's, Saturday

[lovemykilt]

The cook, the dishwasher, and the busboy weren't exactly cowering at the back of the kitchen. They were just strategically distancing themselves from the tantrum Priestly was throwing at the front of the kitchen.

"Serioiusly?!" Priestly crowed. "Seriously! How the hell did I burn water?"

"Technically," the cook said, "you didn't burn it. You just got distracted and let it all boil away."

"Not helping!" Priestly cradled his bandaged hand to his chest and looked disconsolately at the incredibly unevenly chopped lettuce on the counter.

"Also," the cook said. "You're trying to chop iceburg lettuce on a bare counter top for an omelet."

". . . You're not supposed to do that?"

The cook and dishwasher shared and look, then the cook stepped forward. "Heeeeeeeey boss, why don't you just let me cover the --"

"IF I CAN'T COOK, NO ONE COOKS!" Priestly threw up his hands and sent jagged pieces of chopped iceburg lettuce violently into the air.

"Yeeeeeeeah," the cook said. "I'm going to need the weekend off."

Today's specials
Salad bar
Now hiring! Most shifts available!

Luke's was open.

The Perk, Saturday afternoon

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie had herself a nice, frothy hot cocoa and had stationed herself at the table by the window, enjoying the sun.

She also had a map of Fandom spread out on the table, with little statuettes of residents of the island scattered across it. And a green helmet with a star on it. And a little stick she used to push the little statuettes around the map.

"If I set off the party cannon here," she pondered, moving a tiny pink pony figure with a cannon over to the park. "That would get me the most coverage per square foot. Plus, it'll be out in the open so anypony can wander by and join in!"

This was going to be the most strategic party ever.

[ooc: It's the Perk, of course it's open.]

From Lucrezia's Bedroom to the Preserve, Saturday, Late Afternoon / Early Evening

[holy-daughter.livejournal.com]

All day, Lucrezia had felt not herself. All of her clothes were constricting; something itched beneath the surface of her skin. Something was new. Something had changed.

( In which girl embraces the woods and transforms )

(Lucrezia lost her needlepoint skills and gained Mercy's coyote-shifting ability! Open to anyone who might be lurking in the preserve that wants to play.)

Caritas, Saturday

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

April did not have a power, but it was possible - just possible - from the way that Tino couldn't stop criticizing her clothes that he had picked one up today.

"Dude, are you screwing the girl from that clothes store now or something?" she asked finally when he started in on how boots and skirts were a precarious combination but one she managed to pull off. "Go away. Or pour me a drink or something."

To Tino's credit, he tried, but ended up with booze all over his clothes. That at least was entertaining, and now April could laugh at him instead of listening to his rambling. Much better.

[[fun fact: this is my first time posting after nookiepowered! do i get a medal?]]

The Devil's Nest, Saturday, November 17

[nookiepowered]

Bo wasn't sure which was weirder: the fact that when she woke up this morning she wasn't hungry -- and by hungry she meant Hungry and by woke up she meant woke up alone, so no, her lack of appetite wasn't for any obvious reason like having dragged home a vampire, god, or underwear-gnome the night before -- or what she'd found herself doing all morning instead of going out to find a vampire, god, or underwear gnome to drag home.



"Don't ask," she said as Tiny watched her hang it on the door.

He hadn't asked, or even looked like he was going to ask, but better safe than... trying to explain why she felt the inexplicable impulse to monogram the bar towels next.