Stark Industries, Wednesday, 5/29

[ultron_junior]

It started as a normal workday, and it might have stayed that way if Victor hadn't managed to step on a container of oil in a way that made it explode all over him. He could scrape his arms and face clean, but staying in his clothes was impossible -- they were cold, wet, greasy and smelled terrible.

"Hey, JARVIS?" he called toward the ceiling. "Are there any clothes in the shop I could change into?"

"My pleasure, Mr. Mancha," the AI responded, and a closet door Victor had never noticed before whirred open.

"Thanks," he started to say, before he got a good look inside. The dress in the closet was about the pinkest, poofiest, girliest monstrosity he had ever seen.

"JARVIS?" Victor said. "That ... is not for me."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mancha," JARVIS said. "Our systems indicate that is the only piece of clothing available in your size. Would you require anything else?"

Victor gave a moment of wild thought to working in his boxer shorts, but of course he'd worn the pair with the hole today. And after a year at the shop, he knew that when JARVIS made a decision it tended to stand as final. "No, thanks," he said. "I guess this'll have to work."

He plucked the dress from the hanger and set to trying to figure out how to get into it, cursing the whole time. Some AIs had horrible senses of humor.

[OOC: Open shop! Come see Victor's pretty pretty princess dress for I Never week.]

Luke's, Wednesday

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

In honor of the people who seemed to be drinking more, and experiencing the after-effects just as much, this week, Kenzi decided to make it easy on them to decide what to order. After she got done demanding that the kitchen staff sing "Wannabe" and was driven out of the kitchen.

Hangover Specials:
Spicy Potato, Bok Choy and Shallot Hash
Jalapeño-Chipotle Slider
Moroccan Ragout with Poached Eggs

The Perk- Wednesday evening

[solo_sword]

Jaina had inteded to stop in at the Perk, get a coffee, go over some news from home and then go back to her apartment. She'd walked in on two baristas in a very loud fight about who was supposed to cover one day and how one was taking too many hours. But when they saw her they paused just long enough for one of them to fill her drink order, and then the second the cup was in her hand they resumed the fight.

So now Jaina was sitting at a table with her datapad in front of her, but it was hard not to be paying more attention to the fight. She almost wished she had popcorn.


[Open!]

The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[justlurkinghere]

Taylor Swift was being blared.

Apparently the DJ was back with a vengeance. A Bruce Willis level vengeance. Which could only mean Derek was stuck listening to a whiny twenty-something sing about how all her boyfriends leave her.

God, how he hated his life.