A Corner of the Park, Early Monday Morning

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Allie had finally woken up and emerged from the protective dirt of the preserve at some point well after midnight. Feeling more hungry then she liked, she made a stop at the bar to grab a few bottles of True Blood before heading to her place for an incredibly long , extremely necessary shower.

Habit had her heading back out, her own sword comfortably over her shoulder. After a stop at the causeway and a few circuits of the island to check to make sure nothing else had appeared back with the Fandom residents, Allie made her way to her usual corner of the park.

Shut up. She'd missed the flamingos.

The beach- Monday afternoon

[throughaphase]

Kitty hadn't really realized just how exhausted she'd been until she woke up after noon today. And then she took another shower just because she could (sorry, environment!), sent out an email telling people where she'd be, and headed down to the beach for a little bonfire while the weather was okay.

And then in went the sleep clothes she'd been wearing for the last week. Part of her felt bad that she wasn't just donating them somewhere, but they were torn in places and there was blood on them and the smell would probably never come out. Besides, as soon as she did it, she felt a ton better.

So there you, go, Fandom. Have some catharsis.


[Open! If you want to have gotten an email, you did.]

Stark Industries [Monday afternoon]

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Cade had totally slept through all of his classes and only realized when he got to the shop and checked his messages that one of them had been canceled, which kind of took the badassiness (totally a word) out of his choices this morning.

He sat behind the counter with his eyes closed, trying to fall back to sleep and not see zombies, vampires, or falling luggage when he did so.

It wasn't really working.

Stark's was open!

Luke's, Monday

[lovemykilt]

Priestly's plan for the week had been to lounge around his apartment watching bad TV, but it turned out that Stevesie the red panda really had spent the whole time he was away eating all the food in the apartment (seriously, he even got into the freezer), so Priestly was instead lounging in the diner, ordering the kitchen staff around, and watching Netflix on his laptop.

First up, Paranormal.

"Ooo," said the cook, leaning over Priestly's shoulder. "Is this the one with the zombie girlfriend, or the elven bromance?"

"Neither," Priestly said. "It's the one where they go undercover at a burlesque show to stop an ancient Scandinavian sex demon."

"Did ancient Scandinavia have sex demons?"

"Probably not."

Today's specials
Good old fashioned Smörgåsbord
now hiring! most shifts available!

Luke's was open.

The Boards, Monday Afternoon

[whenshewasnice]

It was a day for wandering around Fandom. Actually, it should have been a day for catching up on independent studies and everything else Natalie had missed with regards to the outside world during the past week. But having left Peter asleep, she found she was still pretty lacking in focus for useful things like that. So, wandering it was. Getting a coffee in town, then just walking around for a while. Until she got to the Boards, and remembered the key in her pocket, and the song that she'd had stuck in her head for a while in the dungeon, and realized what she really wanted to be doing right now. She let herself in, threw her empty takeaway cup in the trash, and made her way to the piano.

As soon as she was sitting down, she felt more at home in herself than she had since waking up in the preserve last night. Once she begun to play, the feeling got stronger.

"If the world did end, would you be my apocalyptic friend? Until tomorrow then."

And once she'd started to sing, soft but not somehow quite as distant and detached as usual, it was corny but –– She felt things might be okay again. Not immediately. But at some point.

"If the skies did fall, would you pick up my last call? Until tomorrow then..."

This was what she needed now.

[ooc: Open, and theater modded with kind permission!]

Devil's Nest, Monday, April 15

[bitten_notshy]

Jack had thrown himself into as much normalcy as he could find since he got out of the dungeon -- errands, housework, catching up with his homework and making excuses for the classes he'd missed. Any reason to stay busy he could find, he took. The last week didn't bear too much thinking about.

But round about sunset, it occurred to him he likely wasn't the only one on the island who needed to forget, and that alcohol was an excellent aid to memory loss. He went to the club and took his place behind the bar. Tiny was scowling and the DJ was playing the complete works of Miley Cyrus: It was good to be home.

[OOC: Open, but no OCD because late.]