Luke's, Saturday

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Dean could handle a lot of weird shit happening in his life. You know, the normal sort. Demons, vampires, rugarus, the occasional Apocalypse attempt.

So, waking up with breasts and resembling his mom wasn't really on his to do list of weird ass shit.

That might be why he was glaring at the cooks in the back and grabbing food to eat his feelings on the matter away.

Specials
Green Chili Cheeseburger
BBQ Ribs
Macaroni and Cheese

Curiosities, Oddities, and Antiques - Saturday

[voiceoverdue]

After freaking out in the morning, then getting ready, then freaking out a bit more, Cecil finally made it down to the antique shop.

He was staying bundled up for a few reasons today, only one of which was warmth. Foucault was curled up warmly in a corner. And there was a sign in the window, as Cecil thought he might as well make the best of an awkward situation.

Missing your parts?
All antique dildos on sale this weekend!

He'd only found a few, but you never knew!

The Park, Saturday Afternoon

[so_hawkward]

Clint had really been hoping that keeping all the clothes from the last time he'd turned into a woman would have some sort of reverse psychological effect on the island, and he wouldn't need them again. But no, he'd woken up with boobs once again, and his plan to sit inside all day was currently being thwarted by Lucky's need for a seemingly endless walk.

"Come on, it's freezing, you don't want to be out here any more than I do," Clint said, as Lucky sniffed yet another potential peeing spot. It was a good thing that dog was cute, that was for sure.

[Open!]

The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

It was a good thing Dani showed up a bit earlier than usual to feed the horses. She noticed along the way that the town seemed full women with very few men. It was looking suspiciously like another one of those weekends. So when she got a chance for a break, she ran home and returned with a box of women's jackets, shirts, breeches, and other gear. All she needed to do now was to add to the sign in front of the barn.

20% off riding lessons if you woke up in a different body
We have women's riding outfits available for rent

The Gig was open!

Stark Industries | Saturday

[dollpocalypse]

Topher was annoyed but not traumatized. He was annoyed because he had intended to take a picture of himself in the repair shop today to email to his college to put on his student ID card. But he just didn't have it in him to be traumatized anymore, given that this was the third time this had happened to him and nothing was ever going to top the first time.

Actually, in contrast to previous years, there were aspects of this transformation that he could even find appealing in some ways. Girl Topher was kind of decent-looking, to be honest. Topher felt, and said out loud, that he was confident enough to accept that.

"I don't think anyone suspected that a lack of confidence was the issue, Mr. Brink," Jarvis told him.

The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[gunslingerpose]

"Call me Nikki and I'll lay you flat, Gunther," Nikolai said without preamble as he walked by the woman in the chef ensemble on his way to the front desk today. "It's been a long night."

One that involved turning into a woman halfway through chasing down a mugger in Baltimore, tripping over his own damn feet, and losing the guy. And no, he didn't want to talk about it.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Anything with chocolate.
Seriously. Anything.

... That said, he was in a surprisingly good mood today. He was adjusting to life on the island enough that mostly, instead of spending his shift feeling too weird about this, he was taking his nice rack as a point of pride.

[Open and OCD-free today!]

Demon Marcus, Saturday

[myownface]

Yeah, so it was a day early for Sparkle's usual shift. Did he look concerned about that fact? Nope. People were going to be needing clothing today, after all, and he was the weekend guy at the clothing store. Coming in to work today wasn't just an excuse to get more hours on the clock, it just made sense.

So Sparkle was in and putting out a display of women's underthings, mostly in generic sizes, like boyshorts and sports bras. For a demographic of people on the island who really only had to worry about this kind of thing for a few days every year, they'd do well enough, after all.

For anyone who wanted something a little more fitted, yeah, he'd help with figuring out your sizing, too. He did sell lingerie at his other job, after all. He was qualified.

Demon Marcus is open!

[OOC: And also flying without OCD!]

Caritas, Saturday

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

April had been missing a lot of shifts lately and she was starting to become vaguely worried that she was going to get fired. She knew that Saturday morning classes and Saturday evening bar shifts weren't a great combination, but she had to be at the shelter most weekdays now and the end result was that she spent most of her Saturday afternoons and evenings asleep. Except for days like today, when she remembered to set an alarm.

As a result, it was an incredibly tired and cranky April who was manning the bar today, looking glassy-eyed as she totally failed to read the textbook on the bar in front of her. She hadn't even noticed Tino's new appearance yet, and honestly wasn't likely to.

Streets of Fandom, Saturday

[14andseven]

So there might have been a little (a lot) of freaking out when Roland woke up this morning. He still needed to earn a living, though, so new parts or not, he was out on the street with his guitar.

And hey, now he had a whole new vocal range to play around in. He could finally do some of his other favorite artists justice.

He'd finish freaking out about the whole new parts thing later, when he had enough cash for a cup of coffee to cry into.

[ooc: always open]