Caritas, Friday Evening

[newroutines]

Mike was at work tonight. And so was Tino. Who was not speaking to him again. Mike was starting to suspect it really was the tank top that caused this total lack of talking. There seemed to be a correlation.

"What, man, are you intimidated by my arms or something?"

Tino said nothing, and Mike shook his head and got to cleaning some glasses. Jesus, that was ridiculous.

[ocd free because sometimes you have to live dangerously.]

Caritas, Saturday

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

April's community college classes were wrapping up, with most of her finals coming up this Monday through Wednesday. Since she didn't really study -- ever -- she didn't bother with changing up that long-standing tradition now. Instead, she was flipping through the course catalogue for next semester's classes, which, strictly speaking, she should have already chosen about a week ago.

Deal with her tardiness, okay.

Somehow she managed to make it all the way through the catalogue without finding one thing she was interested in before the very last page. But then she turned to the next page, which began a section that detailed the list of majors that students were currently pursuing, and -- huh.

"They have classes on that?" she muttered to herself around the pen she was chewing on. Decisively, she popped the pen out of her mouth and circled the word "Zoology."

Just then, Tino walked by with a handful of test tube shots, bumped into April's side, and managed to spill all over her catalogue. Of course.

"Goddamn it, Tino."

Luke's, Saturday

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

You might think that between teaching, keeping an almost stalker level eye on Sam, and working at Luke's, Dean would have enough to do. You would, however, be wrong. Because for someone who had spent the last few years on high alert between John Winchester's disappearance, to demons, to Hell, to angels, back to demons, to the freaking apocalypse... it was hard to hit a sense of normalcy.

Which would be why Dean was trying to hunt up a nice, simple job to do in the area.

"For christ's sake, Bobby. Stop being--" Dean's mouth snapped shut and his shoulders hunched as he listened to yet another rant about 'damn fool Winchesters'.

Today's Specials
Pancakes and Bacon
Breakfast Burritos
Skirt Steak and Eggs

Stark Industries, Saturday

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

Jessica had a bag packed and ready for her to take to New Mexico when her portal was ready later this afternoon. In preparation for that, she spent her time at Stark's today working on some new inserts for her gloves. Her right glove had a small EMP bomb. The EMP burst wouldn't have a large radius, but if a giant murder-robot got too close, it would be a nice one-shot Hail Mary to get her out of the most immediate danger. And her left glove had a special lining in the fingers that, when activated, should give her webs an electric charge. The hope for that one was to make her webs into more of an offensive weapon, like when that magic flower turned them into fire.

Jessica didn't get too far with that, though, before getting a message from SHIELD ordering her to report to the Triskelion tonight for an important assignment.

... That kind of ruined the fun of going rogue into enemy territory, but hey, Jessica wasn't going to object. It wasn't like she had enough intel to go into Sentinel territory with a real game plan anyway, although it should be noted that not having a game plan had and would never stop her from taking action.

Since she was going to have SHIELD resources at her disposal and probably wouldn't need this stuff today, she slowed down on her quick build for the shock lining since that one was potentially dangerous to her and definitely needed more testing. Instead, she finalized the EMP device since it was almost done anyway, then sent a quick text out to people saying she was going home tonight for a few days.

The head's up text was tradition. Also, good warning for if she ever didn't make it back....

[OOC: After this, Jess is going into full on canon catchup mode for a couple days and will be several kinds of traumatized when she's back in Fandom. So, if you'd like to deal with a relatively normal Jess, this would be the post for it!]

The Perk- Saturday afternoon

[throughaphase]

When Kitty had decided it was a good idea to leave her apartment today, she'd underestimated the weather. She'd gotten to the Perk just fine, ordered her iced coffee because hot coffee was insane right now, and even decided that she could sit outside because it was sunny and nice.

After about five minutes of this she'd decided it was too damn hot, but going inside after about five minutes felt like a defeat. So she was determined to stick it out till she didn't look like a wimp.

When she got around to checking her phone to see the actual temperature, she'd just call this Mike's fault.


[Open!]

The streets of Fandom, Saturday evening

[tigerundercover]

Dodger was on the prowl. This city didn't look anything like New York, but he was nothing if not willing to improvise. Sure, there weren't really any other dogs around to lead in a big swanky musical number, but he'd managed to rope in a few ducks and teal deer into joining him in a little ditty. They weren't too good at choreography, but they made up for it in enthusiasm.

Flash mobs were fun and all, though, but Dodger was really looking for something to eat. There was a distinct lack of any hot dog carts around, which was putting quite a damper on his swagger. He might have to resort to begging.

"Why should I worry," he sang softly to himself, pausing for a moment for a good butt swing to the rhythm of the city. "Why should I care? I may not have a dime, but I've got street savoir faire!"

[ooc: Open! Gremlin!bit Raven has turned herself into Dodger from the late eighties Disney classic Oliver and Company]

The Devil's Nest, Saturday, June 1

[nookiepowered]

Bo had seen some creepy-ass things in her time. Hell, Bo had been some creepy-ass things in her time. She'd never, however -- and she was counting mechanical spiders and rabid alien-infested teal deer here -- seen anything creepier than Tiny hunched over his smartphone, staring at the BBC Breaking feed, his shoulders shaking and eyes suspiciously misty.

"What? What's the matter?"

But all she could get out of him was "NooooooooooooOOOOooooOOOOooooOOOOoooooooooo..." and then something about owing Anakin money.

By the time Bo had set up the bar and fruitlessly asked the DJ if he knew what was wrong with Tiny, she was considering flashing the poor guy just to cheer him up.

Considering.