The Park, Saturday Afternoon

[furnaceface]

There were some days, especially at this time of year, where sitting inside in an office all day would be a horrible waste. That was Jonothon's reasoning, at least, for saying to hell with Boards budgets and script-reading and actually working today, grabbing an acoustic guitar and a bag of stale bread, and making his way to the park. The weather was still nice, or nice again, where he was sitting, looking at it from the other end of a winter in Glacia that had run through Fandom's summer. The ducks were... still jerks, but that was a state of being shared by pretty much every duck, he was sure.

It seemed like a good day to sit on a park bench, alternating between throwing bread to the birds and playing songs he hadn't played in forever, things he didn't often think to play, starting with Disney songs and moving along to the Beatles. He didn't sing along with any of it, his voice was still too raw and he never had before, but most of what he played was perfectly recognizable, with or without the lyrics.

Sometimes, you just needed to spend a day doing nothing in particular. Especially if there had once been a time when that nothing had meant almost everything to you.


[OOC: Open park! Jono will happily share bread for the ducks or take requests, today. It's that kind of day.]

The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani had her laptop with her in the barn. While the horses were contentedly munching on oats, she was doing a little bit of online shopping. It wasn't as if she could afford to do so much shopping since she was still paying off the loan to repair the roof. Hopefully she'd get some new customers to sign up for riding lessons so she could pay for the new boots she just ordered.

[Open!]

Caritas, Saturday

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

Today the zombie drummer decided to stick his grimy, dead hand into April's bag of barbecue chips, apparently figuring that once he did that, April would no longer want said bag of chips, and however upset she might be would be inconsequential since she'd probably still hand it over.

He was wrong.

"Yeah," April said, crunching another chip in her mouth while the drummer looked on mournfully, his arm lying on the floor between them, fingers wriggling. It wasn't that big a deal; it fell off all the time. "Fuck you, dude."

Stark Industries | Saturday

[dollpocalypse]

Some kid wandered into the store around noon with a large crate of an entire fleet of remote-control toy boats to be repaired.

"They're all broken?" Topher demanded, startled.

The kid nodded.

"Dude." Topher gave him a look. "Come on."