The Perk, Sunday Afternoon

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Lucky Jonothon, being the proud new owner of a great deal of bondage gear that he had yet to use, and was probably never going to. Last night had... certainly been interesting, but, surprisingly enough, was fairly low on the scale of humiliating things that he'd done while under the influence of gremlin venom. Really, if the worst he had done all night was buy out half the stock of Dite's and argue semantics with Samantha while dressed... more or less the same way he did back in high school, he was going to consider that a win.

In fact, he was kind of smirking into his coffee mug while he killed the last few hours before his portal back to Haven. All-in-all, this weekend hadn't been as horribly catastrophic as it could have been, given Fandom's temperament. He was almost halfway back to feeling like himself again after spending the night in his own bed with his cat curled up on his feet.

Which was possibly why he was wearing the leather trousers again, with his usual black t-shirt and long coat combo, and Joni peering out at the world again from where she was half tucked away into his coat pocket. If anybody was going to fault him for taking a day to re-live his youth in such a subtle way, he'd probably just chuckle and show them how much leather he wore back when he was eighteen, see what they had to say then.

[OOC: Open Perk is open!]

An abandoned warehouse rooftop, Sunday evening

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Despite being the first week of classes, it had been kind of a quiet week for Jessica. Everything was kind of in a holding pattern back home except for, um, the leak that mutants were essentially created by the government as part of early genetic testing, which created Wolverine and spread from there. That was kind of a big thing, but no action had happened anywhere because of it yet.

But with yet another plate in the air back home before everything came crashing down and resulting with the entire world ending in a fiery blaze, Jessica figured tonight was a good night to get out there and do some more training as Spider-Woman. Tonight, she lugged a bunch of practice dummies onto a warehouse roof (don't ask where she got them, it was a trade secret). Tonight the training was aiming webs on the human body, using webs to launch projectiles, and regular old punching. It was therapeutic AND prepared her for upcoming doom and gloom. The perfect combination.

[OOC: We're actually at a hotel fairly early tonight, so why not post? Open for anyone who may be on or about a rooftop in town this evening.]