JGOB- Saturday morning

[puppyinacup.livejournal.com]

So... there'd been some drama over at the old JGOB this morning.

All Jess had wanted was to get some coffee and maybe an eclair, and to be a generally friendly person, because that's what she was. And making eye contact was polite. How was she supposed to know that if she did that, the clerk would pass out behind the counter? And then with everyone freaking out, Jess had jumped the counter which was something she hadn't known she could do but it was awesome, and started trying to help and then people complained about being dizzy and she'd been ordered out.

Really, what was Fandom thinking, giving this power to the woman with the giant owl eyes? It was a miracle she didn't take out the whole room by finishing a blink.

Now she was sitting at a table with her coffee and pastry, looking apologetic and super awkward while the people behind the counter glared. Maybe she'd eat fast. And spend the rest of the weekend in her room.


[Yep, Jess got Nikolai's power, so good luck with that. Open!]

The Perk | Saturday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

Stiles was in a much better mood than the last time he had been at the coffee shop. His situation with Derek had been sorted out for the most part and he had been nightmare and weirdness free for a few days. So everything was pretty good. Which was weird.

Now he was sitting at the corner table at the Perk, hunched over his laptop and earbuds in. He had a special little project going on that involved a lot of research and attempting to get in contact with his own Derek or, ugh, Peter for information. He really hoped he wouldn't have to call Peter. Such a creeper.

[Post is open!]

Outside the Groovy Tunes, Saturday Morning

[furnaceface]

Today had been a day full of fits and starts, and it wasn't even noon yet. Jono had been planning on doing the last of his moving today, maybe rounding up a small posse and recruiting them for help dragging his furniture from his old Boards apartment up to the new one at the Groovy Tunes. Instead, he'd gone for one last wander through the sets and props storage to make certain he hadn't left anything behind there, and had quickly discovered an old box of spray paint that he'd bought out of pocket for one of the sets. Normally, he would have just left it behind, donated it to the theatre's cause or something, but today, on a whim, he'd picked it up and carried it back with him to Groovy Tunes.

And before he'd even stepped inside, he couldn't help but notice that the storefront was looking a bit in need of an update, and while he'd never painted anything in his life, suddenly he had it in his head that maybe today would be a good day to try painting a mural or something. He realized exactly how ridiculously ambitious that plan was as he reached into the box and pulled out a spray can. But that didn't stop him from giving it a go all the same. And between the music notes and the cassette tapes and vinyl records and even the reflective iridescence on the CDs he was painting, the whole arrangement was turning out... pretty epic, actually.

'Huh,' he thought to himself as he stepped back to admire his handiwork. 'This is unexpected.'

[OOC: Open!]

The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[gunslingerpose]

"The island is cold, the hotel heat is pleasant, and Gunther - you know, the chef? - is in the kitchen cursing his inability to julienne ice cream. Welcome... to the Arms Hotel."

Look, Nikolai wasn't often talkative quite the way he was today, but, dear readers, he was in a good mood. You see, readers, today he'd run headlong into a distressed hotel client who was galloping down his hallway, claiming that he was going to fly, and he and the running man both had been sent sprawling - sprawling! clear across the hotel floor. Well, readers, that was only the start of Nick's surprise, because, without realizing that his shades had been sent flying too, he'd pulled himself to his feet to help the no-longer-running man up, and, would you believe it? Eye contact did nothing! Absolutely nobody had passed out, or even felt the least bit dizzy!

And, readers, while there really was no way to ask 'I don't suppose you happen to be dead, sir?' without sounding odd, Nikolai had managed to do so, and to calm him down by musing that his unexpected tendency towards flight was probably another one of those island things that would be gone by the end of the weekend, and, you know sir, you probably shouldn't be attempting to fly while indoors anyway. That was how people got themselves hurt.

So, Nick was at the front desk today, taking calls from hotel customers and his own starlet clientele back in Hollywood, with his shades sitting next to him on the counter and Gunther in the kitchen, swearing at the deep-fryer for not cooperating.

Nikolai would explain that it actually needed to be turned on before you could fry anything in it, but deep-frying an entire watermelon was probably a poor idea anyway... later. For now, rather than looking for a specials board, he strongly recommended that the island's residents find some other establishment for all of their dining needs. Would he be presumptuous to suggest a few wholesome, island-approved restaurants that hadn't recently been involved in an unwarranted, unscheduled invasion of the island, resulting in mass-yet-temporary loss of life? Well, readers, he'd probably suggest a few anyway.

The Arms Hotel is open!

[OOC: I LOVE THIS WEEKEND I'M JUST SAYING. Um. Open! OCD-free!]

Curiosities, Oddities, and Antiques - Saturday

[voiceoverdue]

Cecil was a bit out of sorts today. He'd called Carlos to talk, and he'd hardly been able to get the words out! He'd stammered a couple times, even. Carlos had been sweet about it, but still.

Regardless, he had a job. So he'd bundled up himself and Foucault and headed out to the antique store. It was open and getting warmer, he had the shrunken heads arranged cheerfully in the window, and he was trying to avoid whatever that noise was in the back of his head.

He was sort of succeeding.

Kwik Stop ; Saturday Afternoon

[beyonce_pad_thai]

Mindy shuffled through the magazines on the rack in confusion.

Johnny Depp was engaged to who? What was Justified about? And what franchise was Kristen Stewart was famous for again?

She even tried skimming an article about the scoop on what was coming up on various TV shows, but she couldn't remember what they were about enough to make sense of the spoilers.

"Excuse me," she said, flagging down an employee. "Are you sure these aren't the Canadian versions of these magazines? I just, I don't know who these people are."

{ Open with slowplay! }