Devil's Nest, Monday, 03/24

[bitten_notshy]

Vampire, werewolf, or boring old human -- Jack had to get to work no matter what. (Though he did, perhaps, arrive rather later than Tiny and the DJ were used to, what with the sun situation.)

He busied himself taste-testing the bar's stock of artificial blood. Someone had decided to make a bottle spiked with hot peppers; that was Not Okay. But cinnamon spice was good. he'd have to order more of that when he got home, too.

[OOC: Open bar, open post!]

Former Hyperion Dig Site, the Unexplored Wooded Area, Monday Afternoon

[jaegerborn.livejournal.com]

People didn't come here often. There was, after all, a reason why it was the unexplored wooded area: it had any number of nooks and crannies, a significant amount of trees and no real clear passageway through. But it had been disturbed and recently at that. Though moss and weeds and other plants and animals had already moved in to fill up the gaps, there was still a conspicuous clear spot where the worst of the digging had occurred.

On top of that spot rested, pristine and untouched, a machine that could be used to manipulate the weather on Fandom Island in particular. Among other uses, still undiscovered, that would likely make Handsome Jack very upset that he hadn't taken the item in question after all.

But for now, it just laid there - as it should be laying in the security office right now.

[[ open for any research teamers who decide to make it out here ]]

By The Lighthouse, Monday Evening

[erasesdebts.livejournal.com]

The rift happened as so many rifts had happened over the past week. It began with a strange twinge in the air, a fluttering of disparate fumes. Then the sky split, revealing nothing but long stretches of ocean that seemed to elongate the existing horizon.

A man hit the floor below with an audible groan. He had caught himself on his hand, keeping himself from actual physical harm, but it still hurt. He lifted said hand and inspected it - all four fingers and the stub of his pinky finger - then rubbed it on his pants.

"Damn it," he muttered. "Not this place again."

He took a deep breath.

"Anna?" he yelled. "Anna! Can you hear me--"

No.

"Damn it," he cursed anew, tossing a cursory glance up the tall body of the lighthouse before stepping forth onto the island proper.

[[ post is open, but NFB. ]]

Caritas, Monday evening

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Cecil had been right; that Tino guy didn't seem to blink an eye at Kenzi showing up for work on Monday night. He did blink at Mia, but she blinked right back, and solemnly offered him a zombie ear that had fallen on the floor.

"Don't put that in your mouth," Kenzi told her. "I know where it's been."

SPECIALS
Chocolate Milk
Kahlua Mudslides
Time Killer

Groovy Tunes: Monday

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy had totally opened the store up on time. Totally.

And absolutely had been here the past two weeks. Absolutely.

Today, between customers, you'd find Mercy sprawled out on the counter looking at bridal magazines and listening to sappy love songs. Was there anything better?