Causeway Parking Lot/Causeway, Saturday Morning

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After the apocalypse that wasn't, Dean had just driven. No destination in mind, no idea what he'd do once he got there, no purpose... Nothing. Which was how he ended up on some weird little island that looked like someone just picked up an old castle and plopped it in America. Or maybe Euro-Disney.

Dean stopped the car, putting it into park as a peered up at the looming castle from beneath the windshield. "Well, that's not freaky at all," he muttered to himself.

He could refuel and look around in case there was a job here--but he'd promised Sammy that apple pie, white picket fence life. He'd thought about going to Lisa's, to her and Ben, but bad shit followed him and his family like a lost, rabid puppy. So, that had been out of the question.

Maybe he could find a real job here instead. The kind that involved paying taxes and all that stuff. Dean just sighed, getting out of the car and walking toward the island, hands in the pocket of his jacket as he tried to get a beat on the place.

[[So terribly open!]]

Stark Industries | Saturday

[dollpocalypse]

Topher was no longer a gopher. This was good.

This also meant he had to go to work. That was less good.

He decided to be lazy and productive at the same time, and seated himself behind the desk to run a few minor scans on himself to see if anything was out of the ordinary following his adventures in being a gopher. As one did.

Caritas, Saturday

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

Having handwavily turned back from a mouse to a human yesterday, today April was back at work, decidedly cranky, and flicking straw wrappers at Tino. This wasn't really that new for April, but it also wasn't Tino's favorite thing in the world, so every so often he tried to deliver a biting remark that fell flat when April just stared at him.

Ah, this was nice.

She'd missed human contact while she'd been a mouse, okay. Just a little.

TODAY'S SPECIALS
Beer
Cocktails
All other alcohol
All first drinks 40% off

The Devil's Nest, Saturday, March 30

[nookiepowered]

Tiny didn't usually scare Bo, man-mountain or not. For one because he was secretly a pretty decent guy, and for another because she could suck his life-force out through his...lips, if she ever needed to defend herself because he got possessed by demons, aliens, or Scientologists.

Tonight, though, the look he gave her when she started to walk over and turn down the volume on the little tv set he'd stuck on the bar... It made her blood run colder than the blood of a woman who'd had a threesome with two vampires had any right to run ever again.

Backing off, hands in the air, she gave him her best uuuuuuum the hell? face. "What?"

"Exactly."

"Exactly what?"

Half an Abbott and Costello routine later, the vworp vworp noise clued her in.

Right. New bar sign.

TREAD CAREFULLY:

NEW MISTER WHAT IN PROGRESS.

ALL BLUE DRINKS HALF OFF.

FREE IF YOU'RE WEARING A CRAVAT.

Because cravats were apparently cool.