Conversational Lithuanian, Tuesday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal had scrubbed up a bit quickly before class, but there was still a bit of paint under his nails, which he was picking at. His manicurist would be horrified, but that was why he paid her to put up with him. He was wearing a very expensive and stylish blazer, a white button-up, and leather pants with a well-worn pair of lace-up Doc Martens. He was sitting on the desk, and nodded and smiled as the others filed in.

"( Bonsoir! )

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Today Tino was trying to attempt bar tricks he'd seen this week on The Amazing Race. It involved pouring several stacked glasses of colored liquor into a pyramid of glasses.

So after the second time he'd spilled everything all over and broken a couple glasses, Kitty told him he was paying for any damages and decided she'd encourage people over to this side of the bar, where it was safe.

The Perk | Tuesday Afternoon

[pursuedthestars]

Jim was seriously beginning to consider just taking a vacation and getting away from the island. He figured he could just randomly choose something by spinning a globe and just getting the hell out of dodge since everything seemed to be getting weirder and weirder. And yet, he hadn't changed. Well, he didn't think he had and no one had mentioned anything different so he was choosing to think he was all good.

While he pondered just up and leaving, he was going to kick his feet up at a table in the corner with a warm drink. Winter seemed to be never ending and he was getting a little tired of that too. Maybe he'd randomly choose somewhere warm where he could sit on a beach and the only people that he'd be exposed to would be pretty guys and girls that would bring him drinks.

Sounded like a good plan to him. When he looked outside, hoping to see some sun and saw nothing but grey skies and drizzle, he sighed and shook his head.

Definitely somewhere warm. This warm drink just wasn't cutting it.

[Open place and post]

Town Hall, Tuesday

[nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com]

"Sir?"

Ron's assistant stood at the door, a stack of papers in hand. She looked faintly exasperated, but resigned. This was a piece of theater they had gone through several times already, and she was sick of it. She wouldn't play ball this time.

"I've got the radio transcriptions for the last week," she said, "And I will not be giving them to you."

"Okay," Ron said.

"They will be on my desk," she continued.

"Fine," Ron replied.

"If you need them."

"I won't."

She turned around, papers in hand, and left. Better to keep them on her desk than deal with the Mayor shredding them and/or attempting to throw all the office computers in the dumpster again.

[[ open ]]

Luke's, Tuesday, March 18

[justbeingbay]

Dominic did a quick check of the kitchen staff as a weirdness gauge before going to the counter. Today, all was normal except for the fact it looked like the dishwasher had finally traded in his neon-green Crocs for a pair of shoes that didn't make Dom want to go blind when he looked at him. So this was an improvement.

In a quiet moment, he entered the name "Bay Kennish" into the search bar on his phone and navigated to the Facebook profile of a pretty strawberry blonde who talked way too much about Buckner basketball for Dom to believe he had anything in common with her. (Well, at least they were both from Kansas City. So that was something.)

He was going to go right back to trying not to think about it too much.

Welcome to Luke's!
Today's Special: Deep-Fried Omakase

[OOC: Open diner, no OCD!]

The edge of the Preserve, near the school entrance, Tuesday mid-morning

[wolfinthehood.livejournal.com]

Red had been hunting-- the large fluffy things, and a few deer-- and had been following one of the fluffy things' tracks when suddenly, everything blinked. And when she looked around everything was-- well, it still looked the same.

But it definitely didn't smell the same. Everything now smelled much, much cleaner.

What had happened?

[open, and Red is here from the Medieval 1400's Fandom]

The Park, mid-morning Tuesday

[fuzzynblue.livejournal.com]

"AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH--"

Someone fuzzy, blue and adorable was coming in for a landing.

...well, a crash. He popped up a few feet away from the crater Belthazor had left in the park almost a decade earlier, adjusted his Centurion helmet so that he could see and prepared his morning apology for Maximus Decimus Meridius...who for once was not cursing and brushing dirt off of his uniform.

Super Grover 2.0 frowned and looked around. "This is a long, long way way from ancient Rome," he concluded. "It is probably also a long, long way from Sesame Street!"

He had a habit of not really thinking inside his own head. Sorry, folks.

He paced around a bit. "Where am I?"

Book Haven, Tuesday

[genesishero]

Okay, Evan hadn't heard a single word from Rosalind in weeks now. He was at work again, unpacking a shipment of books that he'd gone ahead and ordered for the shop himself, and he'd had to sign for it on his own and everything.

He wasn't even sure if he was allowed to sign for things. But apparently his signature was good enough for the delivery guy, so he was going to just go with it for as long as he could manage, and hopefully Rosalind would show up again, safe and sound, sometime soon.

... Now he just had to figure out what to do when they messed up an order. What in the world were they going to do with seventy-three copies of Schlachthof Fünf?

[Open, OCD-free!]

The Perk, Tuesday Evening

[peace_n_war]

This couldn't be right.

Warren had done a few laps of the island after winding up unceremoniously deposited halfway down a set of stairs that he'd ever so gracefully tumbled down. He hadn't been hurt, of course, but his dignity had suffered a fair bit in the fall. It wasn't until he picked himself up again and looked around that he realized he probably hadn't just stumbled. He'd been about to blame the weird way the world around him seemed to twitch on the fall itself.

Now, stepping into a coffee shop that actually sold a decent coffee, he was pretty positive that that wasn't the case. His trek around the island had let him get a feel for how many things were unfamiliar, and how many things were familiar in a way he'd thought he'd never see again.

It was almost satisfying, seeing the way the barista inched away from him as he stepped up to the counter to order. Not that he meant to be intimidating.

... Okay, yes, he did. Either way, she probably didn't expect that he was just ordering a green tea, going by the look she gave him. He settled down at one of the tables, tea in hand, and looked out the window with a frown. This was definitely not the Fandom he'd woken up in this morning.

He hoped this was going to last.

[OOC: ... I missed this boy. Open!]

The Skies Above Fandom, Late Tuesday Night

[veryhighq.livejournal.com]

This seemed like a great idea. Granted, Johnny had WAY too much tequila tonight, so he was probably wrong. But screw that, it SEEMED like a great idea. After very carefully stumbling his way out of Caritas, he slurred, "FLAME ON!" and hit the air with a streak of fire.

Jamie had done a good job convincing him that maybe something could be done about the Lannisters and Underwood from here. And now he couldn't help but think that maybe things could go better if they could find more like-minded people who may have fallen backwards in time with them.

And that was why, once he got up high enough, he started drawing a symbol in the sky. In fire. For a few minutes, there was a big X with what looked like the outline of a flame on it, before the winds finally extinguished it.

Campfire was burning bright, Fandom. In the present, in the future, it would not stop.

"Okay, where's the hotel from here?" he asked. "I don't know what it looks like in the dark. From the sky."

[OOC: Intended to be establishy just because why not. But if anyone wants to chat in the sky, I'll be up for a bit and can SP.]