Stark Industries | Saturday

[dollpocalypse]

Following his research session with Billy the day before, not to mention teaching Kaidan's class, Topher was deep in thought about things. Things of the GLaDOS/geth persuasion. As always, he found that the best way to deal with having too many thoughts for his brain was to absorb himself in work, so the second he got to the store, he grabbed a bubble-gum-coated karaoke machine that someone had dropped off and got to work repairing it.

"Hey, JARVIS?" he said after a while, both hands bright pink because he probably should have put on gloves at some point before beginning this project.

"I am not speaking to you until you finish what you're working on and wash your hands," the AI sniffed. "You're fully aware of where the gloves are kept, Mr. Brink."

Topher sulked, but dutifully returned to his project.

[[open!]]

The Perk, Saturday Afternoon

[so_hawkward]

So, Clint had spent the better part of the week being a teenager. He'd embarrassed himself in front of his minions mentee-types with his complete inability to not be whiny at an age when he didn't have anything to complain about yet, he'd been nice to Derek, and he didn't even want to think about the sorts of apologies he'd have to make to Kitty. The good news was, he'd managed to make it back to his own home last night, so he'd woken up alone (well, except for Natasha being around, but that was another embarrassing conversation to try to avoid).

Clint had gotten dressed and headed straight for the Perk, hoping coffee might combat the edges of his wtf-hotel-room-party-wtf hangover... and realized after he'd sat down and shaken himself off a little that the "snow" outside was, in fact, powdered sugar.

At least his hair was back to normal?

[Open!]

The Boards, Saturday, All Day

[furnaceface]

Jonothon had gotten a bit of a rude awakening in the middle of the night, when he'd returned to normal, wearing, thankfully, a pair of sweatpants that had been a bit too loose for his teen-aged self, and a bit too tight for his adult self.

... And, less thankfully, the leather wrappings that he'd wound around his face to keep fire from spilling out. It had been a bit of a struggle to get out of them, even if they were half-torn just from the sheer bulk of him suddenly appearing within them, and he had a few bruises across his torso left to show for the whole ordeal.

And that was why he was moving fairly stiffly in his office at the Boards today, wincing every time he had to make a reach for something. By about noon, he'd just given up on being productive altogether, and had settled for putting his feet up on the desk, turning up the Pearl Jam on the theatre's sound system, and reading Vonnegut. The computer was still fried, and he wouldn't be any good at fixing that, so he wasn't going to accomplish much today otherwise anyhow.

Some things never changed about a person, apparently.

[Open Boards are open!]

Caritas, Saturday

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

Right, so April had seriously considered sitting in her apartment in the dark all weekend, but she had this job, and since she was quittnig the teaching gig after her next few classes, she figured it was best to stay on good terms with her boss at the bar.

So here she was, wearing a hoodie with the hood pulled up and having ditched her stupid glasses for the contacts it had taken her forever to find this morning. Much better.

When Tino came in in a stupid Hawaiian shirt asking if it made him look younger, April tossed a lime at him and told him to fuck off.

The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani normally wouldn't mind going horseback riding in the snow, but powdered sugar snow was another matter entirely. So today, she was sitting inside the barn, enjoying hot chocolate and watching the snow fall.

[Open!]