Devil's Nest, Monday, 3/10

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was done with midterms, back from New York, and generally feeling almost human again.

It would be nice if the current batch of island weirdness hadn't been making him see (and hear, and, god forbid, smell) a pair of trolls periodically circling the dance floor in a long-running waltz, but he was never going to have anything. At least this time the DJ and Tiny admitted they could see the duo.

[OOC: Open club, no OCD.]

Caritas, Monday evening

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Tino kept giving Kenzi weird looks out of the corner of his eye. That was okay. Kenzi was side-eyeing him right back.

"So, how long have you been a dude?"

SPECIALS
Jell-O shots w/o booze
Jell-O shots w/ booze
FREE SHOT IF YOU REMEMBER THINGS I DO!

Stark Industries [afternoon]

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Cade arrived early for his shift with his green papaya salad and coconut water -- eating balanced meals was important! -- and was working industriously away on someone's hard drive to finish it before having lunch.

His father had instilled a proper work ethic into him.

Stark Industries was open! And not gremlin bitten, sadly enough.

Turtle & Canary, Monday

[fix-it-guy.livejournal.com]

Mike was in a mood today. He'd woken up without his pistol under his pillow, and spent a half hour searching his apartment for it. He'd finally given up and come in to work, only to find it on the shelf underneath the cash register where he normally kept the loaded shotgun. Who knew where that had gone. "Oh, fuck me, I'm gettin' old," he grumbled.

In other news, Bob the Squishybot was now a male anthropomorphized AI-driven drink dispensing machine, and the Cheese Panda was now... whichever gender it hadn't been before. Presumably, it was female now. It wasn't like Mike could really tell the difference.

Today's Squishy flavors: The Feeling of Discovering Something Once Thought Lost, Piña Colada, Green

The Perk, Tuesday morning

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah was up early for her job at Social Services. She'd already done her usual jog around the island, gotten ready for work, and was now enjoying a chai and a muffin over her laptop.

She might have also been writing to Aunt Pam, but that was being put on hold in favor of the Radio podcasts.


[ooc: Dinah is now Dinah Redmond, non-meta social worker, from Opal, Missouri. Post completely open!]

Fandom Post Office, March 11 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

There were no ping pong tables or other game paraphernalia in the post office lobby today. (If it meant she wouldn't have to pick small plastic balls out of the ceiling lights all day, Éponine wouldn't complain.)

What was in the lobby, though, was an erratic series of glimpses of what appeared to be three little girls playing with a doll, the scene flickering in and out of view, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter. Éponine seemed to find this fascinating, since she would occasionally stop whatever she was doing to prop her chin up on one hand and watch until her expression turned contemplative and her gaze unfocused.

Perhaps she ought to consider writing to her sister. It couldn't hurt to try, could it?