Stark Industries, Saturday

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

Well, she wasn't being called back or anything, but Jessica was going to make a quick stop back in her New York tonight. She had a few questions she needed answered by the most dangerous man on the planet.

And so, unless anyone stopped in, she was mostly going to spend her day running through her equipment for tonight. Because seriously, she was planning to break into the Triskelion's prison, interrogate Reed Richards, and get out without anyone knowing she was there. Her equipment had better be good.

The Park, Saturday Morning

[endsthegame]

It wouldn't be long before Ender's time on the island was over again. He'd gotten assurances from Portalocity just last night that matters were almost resolved. Communications were flowing more smoothly now, and he'd even received a handful of emails from back home.

Time there had almost stood still, at least to his perception-- ticking away a minute for every week. He was grateful for that, even if things were speeding up now that they were nearly back in alignment.

This was going to be his last weekend in Fandom as something approaching a resident. So he took the time to take a walk that morning, strolling quietly through the park until he made it to the duck pond. He fed the ducks some rice, watching them move around and argue and generally behave as living creatures did.

Then he settled down on a bench, his back resting uncomfortably against the wood. Didn't matter. He was taking a moment.

[[ open! probably his last or second to last open post in fandom, so... ]]

Luke's, Saturday

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

There were no vampires or sharks this week. And Dean was now done teaching teenagers. It was a little like the calm before the storm, if you asked him.

But he was going to enjoy the hell out of it. By reading obituaries online. Yeah, Dean made his own fun, you see.

Specials
Blood Sausage and Scrambled Eggs
Black Pudding
Blodplättar

[[OCD ran away with the spoon]]

The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

Work was slowly progressing on repairing the damaged barn. Much to Dani's surprise, her father had loaned her more than enough money to replace the entire roof with enough left over to paint the barn. As Dani brought the horses out to the paddock, she reflected on how lucky she was to easily get the money she needed. But she still had a sinking feeling in her gut as she wondered she what she would have to do to repay the loan. So she was unusually silent as she tended to the horses.

[Open!]

The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[gunslingerpose]

Nikolai was dealing with a very important lesson he'd learned in the wake of last night's party.

He was not, in fact, immune to hangovers. Not that he'd thought for an instant that he might be. He'd wished to be, pretty much from the instant he woke up that morning and remembered that he had a shift to work, but, when it really came down to it? Nope.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Chicken and Rice Soup
Bacon and Eggs
Potatoes

Really, pretty much the only upside that Nikolai could find at the moment was the fact that his 'sensitive eyes' meant that wearing shades to work to blot out some of the light wasn't any different from the norm. Hell, it was almost the truth, today.

[Open!]