Demon Marcus, Sunday, All Day

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"What use is sitting alone in your room?"

Sparkle was cleaning shop at Demon Marcus today. With all the newbies running around, it wouldn't do to have the place a mess, after all.

"Come hear the music play!"

He'd already filled a box with empty hangers, and was now prancing around the store with a featherduster, alternating between actually using it and singing into the handle like it was a microphone.

"Life is a cabaret, old chum! Come to the Cabaret!"

Just wait until it was time to break out the Windex.

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Stark Industries, Sunday

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Well, the summer was over and a new schedule was starting at Stark's. Of course, it was Labor Day weekend, so Jessica wasn't doing any actual work. She was mostly trying to work things out about how she would get some more answers about things back home. And the frustrating thing - the just plain stupid realization that she had someone else she could talk to. Someone who was an actual biologist, too.

The tricky part was actually getting ahold of Susan Storm. She seemed to be off on Ultimates missions more often than not these days, even though she wasn't technically even an Ultimate. But whatever. Jessica would get in touch one way or another. She just had to plan it out.

The Former Efferton Manor, Sunday afternoon

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The real estate agent was willing to lower the price just to get out of Doom's way faster. Same with the sign maker. Being Doom was the world's best haggling tactic.

And now, Doctor Doom was the new owner of Efferton Manor. Or, as the sign outside the front gate officially called it, DOOMHAUS. It didn't fit Doom's preferred style of housing. It wasn't quite imposing enough and didn't tower over all. But it would do. It would do.

What would also do was the new sign on the gate declaring this house to be DOOMHAUS.

Like that wasn't obviously going to happen. He named entire cities after himself, of course he would name a house after himself. Maybe he could spend some time this week making Doombots to serve him in it.

[OOC: Doom is standing outside, admiring his new home. Open to passersby and, should anyone be looking for wacky sitcom happenings, possible housemates! Please note, Doom wants no housemates. HENCE THE WACKY SITCOM HAPPENINGS.]

The Perk, Sunday Evening

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The baristas were arguing over something called fantasy football. When they wanted to know Allie's opinion of Drew Brees or Aaron Rodgers as a quarterback pick, she wisely chose to plead ignorance and retreated to a table with her coffee and book.