The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani was sitting on a hay bale just outside the doors to the barn. She had a pile of horseshoes in front of her. No, she wasn't playing horseshoes. She just had plenty of extras leftover after the horses were shod and was trying to find something useful to do with them.

The Gig was open, and Dani was always open to new ideas.

The Boards, Saturday

[furnaceface]

"So, just out with it already, Granddad."

Jack Starsmore raised an eyebrow and lowered his cup of tea, regarding Jonothon curiously.

"Out with what, my boy?"

"You've been giving me that look since Thursday bloody night. You want to ask it. Just get it over with already."

"I haven't a clue what you're-"

"Granddad."

There was a long silence as the two men regarded one another across the width of Jono's desk.

"You... weren't born a grey face, Jonothon."

"You know I wasn't."

"But that's one trait that's always been apparent at birth, throughout the Clan's history."

"I know."

"Then how...?"

"I think we need to have a long talk, Granddad, about Akkaba and how it isn't as defunct as you always told me it was."

Someday, Jono would have a family reunion that didn't have something to do with En Sabah Nur.

And if you believed that, he had a bridge to sell you, too.

[Open and OCD-free, as always! Probable slowplay around midday when I head out in hopes of maybe scoring some curtains.]

Stark Industries | Saturday

[dollpocalypse]

Instead of raining normal fruits like usual, today it was raining apple cores and chunks of what appeared to be pumpkin at Stark Industries. This was pretty disgusting, especially as Topher had been working on a project which required laying all the parts across the desk to make sure they were all present before he could begin work. Almost immediately after he laid them out, a particularly large chunk of pumpkin fell from the ceiling and splattered all over basically everything.

"Do we even have a sink in here?" he groused. "Or some wet wipes?"

"It's taken you a year and seven months to ask that question when it rains produce virtually every week, Mr. Brink," JARVIS replied. "The wet wipes can be found in the left desk drawer."

The Perk, Saturday early afternoon

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

So the thing about having absolutely no alcohol tolerance, downing a few shots, and then somewhat epically talking back to someone who came back from the dead to chat with you was that come morning, you'd have some regrets. Mostly about the shots. A little about overreacting about the conversation, but mostly about the shots.

With her hangover-sense going wild, Jessica walked very slowly into town and over to the Perk, where she was just going to start a coffee tab and drink until sunlight stopped being so annoying. Any time now. Annnny... time... You know what, the sun was a jerk and Jess was going to have to invest in sunglasses.

[OOC: Mostly for the other person currently in town named after an animal with eight legs, but open for mocking the lightweight with the hangover or general coffee-run needs. I will be a tad slow throughout the afternoon, though. Time changed because I failed at spotting 100% of the Perk posts since last night. 1-for-2 is good in baseball, bad in RP location choosing!]

Chilly Boulder, Saturday Morning

[likethegun]

The thing about Fandom was that every once in a while, Sam thought, the island could be really nice to people. He'd been thinking about coming back to visit, to see Zoe and Grace now that they weren't in spaaaaace the weird future anymore, but it wasn't until he'd arrived that he realized where that idea had probably come from, when he found his mom waiting for him. It had been a little awkward at first, partly because Dean was stuck on a hunt and Sam felt weird about being here without him, and partly because Mary had arrived looking a little younger than Sam remembered her.

Still, Sam couldn't complain. There had been plenty of phone calls to Dean, which Sam had done his best to not listen in on no matter how much the curiosity ate at him, and now he was getting ice cream for breakfast. He knew his mom would have to leave soon enough, but he'd worry about that when the time came.

[Open!]

The Perk, Friday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

Most people would not have considered spending most of the day with a tequila hangover a good thing, but anyone who actually expected Cara to deal with, well, anything, like most people did clearly had not actually met her. As it was, spending the day with a splitting head gave her something to focus on which wasn't that her dead father currently wasn't, and an excuse for the churning in her stomach.

But now that the hangover had worn off, and Cara actually had that the sick feeling in her gut had nothing to do with a hangover, and everything to do with the fact her father was sitting across the table from her. You know, when she was actually able to look at him, instead of the half-full coffee cup on the table.

[Open. SP is a must for the new few hours though. Nevermind]

Caritas, Saturday

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

April's week had been uneventful. Classes, classes, some meta Call of Duty marathoning, and a few pizza runs. Or... four. In any event, she certainly hadn't had any visitors.

When she came into the bar and Tino filled her in on the weirdness of the weekend, however, she was less than impressed with Fandom's latest fuckery and made up a sign that might actually be interpreted as philanthropic.

every drink is 70% off
you're welcome

The Park, Saturday Morning

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

The park was seeing more traffic than usual this time of year, but generally the people visiting weren't going after each other with weapons.

Metal rasped against metal as the knives clashed, and Surreal lashed out with a kick to her opponent's midsection to try and drive her back for a second attack.

"Good. Again."

It was, Surreal reflected, almost like the last few years hadn't happened at all. She was twelve again and doing her blades training with Titian after the lessons with her tutors. Just...taller.

And with grass and trees around, which she'd never had in Hayll, but they seemed to make Titian happy.

[OOC: Open!]

The Perk, Saturday Morning

[not_a_whiner]

"Oh, come on, LC."

"I'm not doing this again," Kaidan said firmly. "We pissed off the staff at the steakhouse enough last night."

"Seriously?" Ashley said, leaning forward over her cup of coffee. "Is that what this is about? Stop being such a stick in the mud. I'm the one that's supposed to be hungover right now, and yet I feel like singing!"

Kaidan lifted his own cup and took a long sip of it. "I never should have taught you this song," he said. "Just forget I told you about it in the first place. I'm begging you. On behalf of the barista."

"From Omega to Mars..."

"Ash, come on--"

"From the Council to the seediest bars..."

Kaidan groaned.

"From the reaches of space to the pillars of asari grace," Ashley continued doggedly, grinning all the while. She didn't care that her coffee was cooling or that last night's tequila was this morning's headache blossoming at the back of her skull. She was too giddy with the joy of being alive again, just for a little while. "There are battle-worn batarians, lacking in humility... come on, you know how this goes, LC! Turians a-braggin' about their reach and flexibility... At least smile or something! The clutter of the cities spreads to the loneliest stars... Come on. Live a little!"

Kaidan eyed her over the edge of his cup. Now it was getting stuck in his head again, damn it all.

"But no matter what scars you bear--"

He caved.

"Whatever uniform you wear!" he belted.

"You can fight like a krogan," she shot back, grinning.

"Run like a leopard," he supplied, shaking his head,

"But you'll never be better than Commander Shepard!" they chorused.

"Next verse is yours, sir!"

[[ open! because the commander shepard song is the world's most terrible earworm. ]]

Basement Gun Range of Atlas Gym, Saturday

[heromaniac]

Momoko and Triela were in the basement gun range at the Atlas Gym. Finally. It had taken a while to jog the memory of the desk attendant to the fact that there even was one on the premises. There weren't really cobwebs, but the place definitely had needed a swift cleaning before Momoko would agree to even set her coat down. Triela had left her to the main area and gone to check the targets actually worked and that there were weapons and working equipment.

After everything was checked out (and it was all fine, if just un-used), Momoko had sent text messages to people to let them know where they were, and then the girls had proceeded to break out the guns!

Momoko looked around a bit as she easily loaded her Five-seveN. "I wonder why no one ever uses this place. It's actually kind of nice!"


[for anyone! Come talk to Momo or Triela or just shoot! Or, heck, be curious about why there are a bunch of hot girls people heading to the basement of the gym.]

The Woods, Saturday After Sunset

[endsthegame]

It had been quiet out in the woods for two full days.

All that time, the singular slab of rock tucked away in a small clearing had lain there, unremarkable and silent.

No longer.

It began to pulse with brilliant light anew as the sun set, whispering to the people it had brought onto the island. Calling. It was time, it was time, it was time.

Slowly, the clearing filled up with white fog again. A gateway back into the realm of the dead. Wherever theirs may be.

[[ open for anyone wishing to see their people off. ]]

The Devil's Nest, Saturday, February 2

[nookiepowered]

No dead people had shown up to visit Bo. Through a lucky accident of timing during radio tune-ins, Bo wasn't even aware there'd been a chance dead people might show up to visit her.

You could tell both of these things from the fact that she was smiling as she set up the bar, instead of hiding under it, contemplating whether the giant squid would devour her if she asked really nicely and slathered herself in fish oil, or looking horribly guilty and horribly disappointed at the same time.

Bo's relationship with the dead: fraught. Also, frequently causal.

Rooftops of the Abandoned Warehouse District, Late Saturday night

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

It had been a weird couple days with all kinds of weird emotions that Jessica was pretty sure she didn't have a good reason to have, but there they were, just sitting there, emoting all over. Hitting the bar for a second night was a horrible idea, so she went out and did the thing she always did when she needed to clear her mind; she put on her costume and went web-swinging.

And then, for the four thousandth time (approximately), Spider-Woman realized that this was a terrible town for prolonged web-swinging and decided to just sit down at the edge of a good warehouse roof and stew. "I need a Spider-Mobile to get to Baltimore when I'm like this."

After a few more minutes of stewing (in which she changed to sitting upside down on the warehouse wall), she declared, "I need a Spider-Driver's-License first. THEN a Spider-Mobile."

A few more minutes and she was in a web-hammock spanning between two warehouses. "Where would I even park a Spider-Mobile in Baltimore? Do cars get stolen there a lot? What if my Spider-Mobile got stolen? I wouldn't even have cab fare to get back."

This was what happened when you don't have tall buildings to swing around on.

[OOC: Can be open if anyone is out and about at abandoned warehouses at this time of night.]

Cafe Luke's, Saturday

[lovemykilt]

After some excitement on Monday, Priestly had had a pretty standard week. Get up, trade barbs with the kitchen staff, attempt to invent the next great food revolution.

Or at least get some followers on Pinterest.

Today's specials
Turkey meatballs with green curry
Cheese-stuffed brussels sprouts
Coconut butternut pound cake
now hiring! most shifts available!

Cafe Luke's was open.

[ooc: up late mostly expecting one, but open anyway! OCD free!]