Stark Industries, Wednesday

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It was a quiet day at the shop. So quiet that when somebody brought in a beer helmet for repairs, Jessica actually took the job. Five minutes and one length of tubing later, she once again had nothing to do.

It wasn't long before she started considering smashing a clock just so she could fix it.

The Boards, Wednesday Evening - Rehearsals

[furnaceface]

Well, this was it, then. Rehearsals were finally starting for a production that had been put off for the better part of a year, now. If Jono was a more superstitious person, he'd be shaking people down and demanding to know who had gone around talking about That Scottish Play in the theatre, or something.

Fortunately, he wasn't. He'd just gone and decided that life was a jerk. That was generally the best explanation for most things, after all.

"Good evening, group, and welcome to our first rehearsal for The Consequence of Being Frank. I hope you've all given your scripts a looking over. If not, we're doing a cold reading today anyhow, to get you better acquainted with your roles." A beat, and he found himself looking thoughtfully at the young ladies (and possibly Porthos) gathered there. He'd gone and stepped in problems with cross-casting in the past, he figured now would be the time to bring it up to be sure everyone was on the same page. "And also, I realize that most of you have been cross-cast in order to fill the roles we needed for this production. I understand for some that this might be problematic. If for whatever reason the role you've been assigned makes you uncomfortable, please, talk to me and I'll see what we can do to accommodate."

That said, he lifted his coffee and nodded to the group.

"A cold reading, then. Make yourselves comfortable, don't attempt a British accent while you read this unless you want to make me cry, and we'll work our way through our lines, today. We'll worry about blocking next week."

[Open! Cast list is here, if you missed it on the weekend!]

The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[justlurkinghere]

Derek was at the bar tonight. And not needing to be replaced, Eric. God.

The music wasn't out to drive him insane beyond the decibel level that went along with AC/DC. Aww yeah. This bar was rocking out tonight. Possibly in an attempt to make Derek's love of leather jackets and the color black fit in with the place.

Or something like that.

The Perk, Wednesday Evening

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Jack was kind of starting to get a feel for this whole... monetary exchanges thing. Not through doing, of course. It wasn't as though he'd held down a job in the three centuries since he'd come to life or anything like that. But he spent a lot of time watching people. What more was there to do with your time when you'd already messed around with the weather, after all?

So, this morning, after finding a ten dollar bill just sitting on the sidewalk, he'd made a decision. He was going to try to buy something.

The trouble was getting the barista to see him.

"Hey? Hey. I know you're not going to be any more likely to believe in me if I just stand here saying hey at you, but I'm going to do it anyhow. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey..."

Something told him he wasn't going to be getting that hot chocolate any time soon.

[Open Perk!]

The Park, Wednesday Evening

[so_hawkward]

Clint had been keeping himself busy since doing the radio broadcast this morning, because he was a good, responsible person, not because he had things to avoid thinking about. After all, Kitty had only nearly died the last time she'd stepped back into the superhero life, and this time she knew what she was going up against so surprises wouldn't be an issue and... yeah, Lucky was getting an extra-long walk tonight as Clint checked the reception on his phone.

"Hey, no whining," Clint said as they circled the park again. "Do you have any idea how many calories are in pizza? This is good for you."

[Open!]