Trooper Station, Wednesday

[shagthis.livejournal.com]

Contrary to some peoples' opinion, Jake was actually pretty good at being a member of an organized police force.

It helped that he didn't have a hooker-murdering partner here. And that there wasn't so much a crime rate as the occasional invasion of creepy-ass monster things.

Anyway. Point is, most of Jake's job as sheriff didn't involve criminals so much as it involved making sure the Troopers kept in shape. Which is why he was in his office today, sipping a cup of coffee and watching the squad with a critical eye as they did jumping jacks.

[ooc: expecting one, but oooopen!]

Caritas, Wednesday

[shagthis.livejournal.com]

Well. That had been an interesting morning.

Jake was dealing with it the way he dealt with most things (including uninteresting mornings): by drinking.

Yeah, yeah, he'd totally also serve drinks to other people too. Whatever.

Luke's, Wednesday

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Ikeaaaa, Ikeeeea!"

The kitchen crew were singing along in self-defense. Besides, it was an awesome song.

"It all started with a god named Thor..."

SPECIALS IF YOU ARE NEW:
PIZZA (welcome to the planet)
CHOCOLATE (welcome to the dimension)
SAUTEED SHARK WITH KLINGON GRAAAK (welcome to Fandom)

The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[justlurkinghere]

With his first class of the semester behind him, Derek was at the bar. Where he didn't have to deal with students. That was the best part about the bar, really. Because it certainly wasn't the DJ that made his day complete.

That goddamn DJ.

He'd have his vengeance on that man someday. Maybe draw a few menacing spirals on his soundboard.d

The Park, Wednesday Evening

[gunslingerpose]

It was bound to happen sooner or later. He couldn't head back to LA just yet, not until he knew for certain that he had a way to keep his particular technical difficulties in check, but the silence around the island was staring to drive Nikolai nuts. And sure, he could have made his way to the bar to try to combat that with a bit of booze, but there was nothing more depressing than a quiet bar, and on a Wednesday night, he didn't want to take that risk.

So he headed to the park to work, instead. Because parks, as a general rule, were pretty quiet in the evening anyway. It wasn't the optimal solution by a long shot, and maybe tomorrow he'd make his way over the Causeway and just wander Baltimore for a bit now that he had his wallet again, but it got him out of his room. It wasn't exactly a glorious way to spend the evening, and before long he was on his cell organizing publicity events and hotel rooms and the like for some of the celebrities he represented, since California was still a few hours behind and it wasn't like he was going to be waking anybody up by making phone calls.

"And don't sweat it, Ben. They said the same thing about that Ledger kid, too."

A lot of his job back home really just involved kissing enough ass to stay employed.

[Open park!]