Stark Industries, Tuesday, 11/20

[ultron_junior]

Once Victor got to work the usual ten minutes late, got the usual snark from JARVIS about how such a sophisticated piece of technology might think about being on time once in a while, and swept a pile of tangerines out of his work area, Victor was ready for the important business of the day.

In this case, it meant texting back and forth with Chase to make absolutely certain he was good to come home for Thanksgiving. It sounded like L.A. was pretty peaceful, so it looked like a go.

The whole thing made Victor happy. He hadn't expected to spend this long without seeing them.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD, SP possible!]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty was in a much, much better mood than she had been over the weekend, which might have had a little something to do with the fact that she had her powers back and didn't feel all weird and not herself anymore.

In fact, if you didn't want to deal with seeing a girl walk through everything just because she could, maybe Caritas was not a good place to be tonight. Did her jacket need to go in the office (and you better believe she needed a jacket outside with what she had on)? Well she was going to go through the door. Did she have to go to the stock room? Don't mind her if she went through the wall rather than taking all those pesky steps.

Here, have a happy (and drafty) bartender.

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening

[not_mandonna]

Tiny refused to get anywhere near Max today for fear of another torturous session of reading recipes like last week, so Max was alone behind the bar tonight. That was fine by him, because it left him free to occasionally sample the pumpkin pie vodka that really didn't taste very good but he kept hoping would improve by the next sip. It was an exercise in futility, but no one had ever called Max a reasonable person.

They had, however, called him an excellent rapper, which meant that after the DJ played a certain song for the sixth or seventh time of the night, Max was absently rapping along.

Tiny found this even more of a betrayal than last week, apparently, and was mournfully looking for tasks to complete in the back room or, even better, outside.

Basement, The Boards, Tuesday Night - Improv Workshop

[ihaveavideoblog.livejournal.com]

All around town, Lizzie Bennet had oh-so-handwavily posted signs.

IMPROV WORKSHOP
Tuesday Night
Basement Stage, The Boards
All Experience Levels Welcome!

And now, to hope people saw the signs, were interested, and showed up.

( Improv Workshop )

She held out a bowl that had many, many cookies inside. "Here," she offered. "Draw a fortune cookie and pair off. If you get a fortune and you're having trouble thinking up a good scene inspiration from it, let me know and I'll help you brainstorm. If you get stuck mid-scene, feel free to draw another fortune cookie and use it to help you keep going."

(So! Lizzie's running an improv workshop. Possibly a series of them. This is open to EVERYONE, ADULTS AND STUDENTS ALIKE. Show up, hang out, have fun. OCD incoming!)