The beach- Monday afternoon/evening

[throughaphase]

Okay, so the weather on the unofficial first day of summer could have definitely been more summery. It wasn't cold or raining, though, just not as warm as Kitty would like for a Memorial Day party. And really, at this point, the weather just needed to stop messing with her plans. It was a shorts-and-bikini-top-under-a-hoodie type of day.

But the posters had been around town for days, there were drinks and snacks set up and music playing, and there was a little portable grill set up that someone else might have to take care of because Kitty didn't really want to. Everything was set up, so hopefully people showed up.


[Woo, no RL plans on a day off! Open beach! Come play!]

The Park, Monday Afternoon

[playsforkepesh]

It was a holiday, and as as result, Sam had a rare break from work - not only because the Alliance tended to keep the workload light on this particular day of the year, but also because there was a blessedly large number of universes that did not receive Portalocity service on Memorial Day, leaving Sam with less to do for that job as well. And while she'd thought about going to the cookout by the beach, it was a bit cold, and Sam didn't feel much like socializing or celebrating today. She never did on Memorial Day, reallly. So instead, she made her way to the park with a book to read.

After a while, she began to question that decision, because her allergies were acting up something fierce and she preferred to read in the privacy of her home, where she could freely emote. But something about sitting outside in the middle of springtime seemed very classically Earth, and Sam was determined to stick with it for now. Or at least until she ran out of pocket Kleenex.

[[open park!]]

Freedom Arms; Monday

[gdiumbrella.livejournal.com]

Today Alice had arrived with the little compact radio -not the musical kind, mind you- she had scavenged a while ago on her world. It had been making some odd noises, so she decided to put it nearby and see if she could get a message.

Alice certainly hoped she didn't get anything; it would only bring troubles for her. Red headed Claire Redfield shaped problems at that

So of course, she moment she set it up it started to sputter static and...were those words? That certainly had sounded like a male saying the word 'Convoy' just then.

"I'll be damned."

Troubles, it was all troubles.

[ OCD free because Mondays are hell. ]

Stark Industries [after lunch]

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

It was a completely pissed off Cade at the shop today--getting detention just for blowing off Ender's class was completely unfair plus it didn't count to stop Irony because he'd already done it--and his mood was not improved when he was hit by a barrage of lemons as he entered the store.

"KARKING BITE ME," he snarled at the ceiling.

The store was open, but the customer service would be terrible. Even for Cade.

Devil's Nest, Monday, 5/27

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was in a much better mood today than he had been on Friday, and was spending his evening sampling the flavored vodkas from the week before. He'd sampled just enough to make himself extremely cheerful, and prone to pouring unusually strong drinks.

Tiny was surreptitiously making sure not to let Jack mix anything with more than three ingredients.

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