Stark Industries, Saturday

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

Well, Jessica was planning on doing something stupid back in her world once she had everything she might need. And that was why she was using any free time she had at the shop working on some devices. The big one today would be a keycard that let her into a certain prison cell in a certain superhero base/military fortress without getting caught.

This was going to take a while to figure out, especially if she kept being interrupted to fix hard drives with shark teeth marks on them.

[OOC: Open, but I may be slow throughout the day!]

The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[gunslingerpose]

It was one of those Saturdays. The sort of Saturday where Nikolai had headed down for his shift at the desk, and business had been slow. Molasses slow. Nick didn't want to go so far as to say glaciers moved faster, but so help him, it was dead. He'd answered the phone a couple of times, replied to a few e-mails, and now he was just kind of standing there, bored. Getting paid to be bored, sure, but still bored. Hell, he was tempted to call his boss back in Hollywood and see if any spoiled starlets were on the East coast looking for a new agent. It would at least get him off of the maddeningly small island for a while. He decided against it, at least until he knew he could work around his eye condition without accidentally putting Ron Perlman or Kevin Bacon into a coma.

He wasn't sure how he wound up there, but now he was entertaining himself between telemarketer calls and hotel guests by playing silly internet games. Because, really, there was nothing else to do. Except stand around looking bored, of course.

Welcome To The Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
... Fish. Some sort of fish.

He was going to be occupied playing Fishy at least until he caused some sort of mass-extinction in his little internet flash-game pond. Or until there was something actually productive to do. One of those.

[ooc: Open! And flying without OCD today, because bored, lazy Saturday, that's why.]

The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

For the most part, the barn had survived the sharknado, but the damage was hard to ignore. It looked like something had actually taken a bite out of the roof. Actually, a shark had taken bite out of the roof, something Dani would never have believed if she hadn't seen the sharks for herself.

Dani had managed to cover the hole in the roof with a tarp for now. It would keep the horses dry, but it wasn't going to be a lasting solution. Did her insurance even cover shark damage? Dani was almost afraid to ask. But there was someone else who had money to spare and probably owed her a favor or two. But did Dani have the guts to ask her father for help?

[Open!]