Demon Marcus, Sunday, All Day

[myownface]

Oh, it was a burn barrel day at Demon Marcus.

It was such a burn barrel day at Demon Marcus. And it wasn't even that there was more hideous stock in than usual, though they had been shipped some croc shoes that absolutely cried out to be immolated. Actually, it was sort of the opposite, leaving Sparkle scowling at all of the decent stock before poking around for garbage or something that he could feed to the fire, instead.

Today's shift at Demon Marcus was going to see an awful lot of Sparkle playing 'will it burn' with coat hangers, product packaging, damaged mannequin parts, and other assorted bits of trash, reaching into the fire bare-handed to pull things out when they looked like they weren't going to have any of it.

[Open!]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Sunday

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

By the time he got into work today, there were a few things different about Coulson. For one, he wasn't feeling as fast or strong as he did yesterday, possibly because he used up a lot of his spells. On the other hand, he had plenty of ice for his drinks, so was that really such a bad thing?

Maybe the more startling thing? He was wearing a yellow polo shirt and khakis. He just didn't like the way his suit looked on him today, so he went office casual. Between the khakis and the iced tea, you might think that he had eased up enough to sell you a weapon.

You would be wrong.

Stark Industries, Sunday

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Since someone didn't get any fancy new powers, someone was just going to work on his technology today.

Because he didn't need super powers! He had science! He'd make his own! With blackjack! And hookers! And an AI system!

"Shall I play sad instrumental music for you?"

Tony glared up at one of the speakers for that. "Shut up, Jarvis."

The Devil's Nest- Sunday

[solo_sword]

The DJ had started to play Christmas music today. He'd just gotten through half of those dogs barking Jingle Bells before Jaina left the bar, went over to the DJ, and reminded him of all the threats she'd made last week. Verbatim. Which was impressive since some of them had been amazingly creative threats.

There was now some generic dance music pumping over the speakers, and you're all welcome, Fandom. She'd still rather her danger sense, but at least the power of conversational recall saved your ears.

The streets of Fandom [Sunday morning]

[sith_happened]

Yesterday had been...decidedly trying...as Anakin had grappled with Rory having his telekinetic powers. He had not dealt with that loss particularly well, and so he was up early today to get breakfast from J,GOB and coffee as a "Sorry I was being a pain in the ass" apology offering.

It wasn't his fault that in the early morning hours, the sidewalks looked particularly...tap dance-able (a thought that had never once occurred to him in all of the years he'd been here).

Which was why, if you were up early on a Sunday, you'd get to see the Dean of Students doing his own rendition of I've Got Rhythm in the streets. Enjoy.

Jeff, God of Biscuits, Sunday afternoon

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

It was possible that Jessica's new-found interest (or, increasingly, obsession) with cooking was making her insufferable. At least, that's the way the staff at J,GoB probably felt as she tried to decide on a snack. She would point at something in the display case, then ask questions about the ingredients, how it was prepared, how it was presented in the display, and then decide that the total package didn't sound appealing so she moved onto something else.

The clerk probably wanted to murder her. But since Jessica still had her spider-sense, she knew she was in no real danger of anything but starving herself and everyone around her if she couldn't pick just ONE THING that somebody else made.

"What about the glazed donut?" Jessica asked before the clerk started headcountering.

[OOC: Open? Why of course!]

Rooftops, Warehouse District, Sunday Evening

[halfman-lion.livejournal.com]

It had taken Tyrion more time and a few more bruises than he wanted to admit to figure out climbing a wall with his newfound webbing. There turned out to be variables about the thickness of the strand, how to anchor it at the top, and his speed of ascent that he could only understand through trial and error.

But once he was at the top, the island spread out beneath him and the city lights glimmering in the distance were more than worth it. He pulled the flask out from beneath his cloak and let out a giant whoop.

He'd listened to radio that morning; he knew he wasn't the only one to spend the weekend with powers. He just hoped everyone else was enjoying them, too.

[OOC: Open like a roof after dark!]