Groovy Tunes: Monday

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy had stumbled across an amazing group the other day. Which was why she'd be playing a bunch of Home Free's music.

And so sue her, but I Want Crazy was getting a lot of play. That bass... Damn, but he was incredible!

Streets of Fandom: Monday Afternoon

[fracknotfrak.livejournal.com]

So after waiting almost a week and not being attacked teens with bows and arrows or fire breathing chili peppers, Vic decided that a patrol was in order.

Really it was Vic walking around town and drinking coffee but it beat sitting in an office and being stared at by Ralph.

Or at least that was what Vic assumed he was doing. Difficult to tell with the helmet.

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Devil's Nest, Monday, 05/19

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was in a good mood as he got to work today. The party the day before had let him deepen some acquaintanceships and make a handful of new ones; he couldn't ask much more from a Sunday afternoon in Fandom.

He tilted his head at Tiny in thought. "You know," he ventured. "You never seem to get to the parties on the island. Why is that?"

Tiny rolled his eyes. "Maybe I have better things to do."

[OOC: Open club, no OCD.]

J, GOB [Monday afternoon]

[likes-ducklings.livejournal.com]

If you were to put together a list of all the things that Rapunzel had not experienced in her tower, it would probably be longer than her hair, honestly.

But today, she had discovered one of the most important things that had been absent from her life up to this point: doughnuts.

It had taken her a good long while to pick something out, once she'd wandered into the bakery with Pascal on her shoulder and her sketchpad under her arm. And then, of course, she'd had to unstick her hair from the doorway, and then, once the staff was good and annoyed with her, she'd taken her time to pore over everything in the case until she finally picked out a brightly-sprinkled little circular cake.

"A doughnut, Pascal, look!" And now that she was seated at her table, she was trying to be good and sketch it quickly so she'd remember this wonderful treat before she actually ate any -- but then she cheated, because she wanted to make sure her drawing also effectively communicated how it tasted, and now she was at war with herself, sneaking little tastes as she carefully scribbled in an approximation of sprinkles. (They were the best part. Her life had really been so empty before she'd discovered sprinkles.)

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Stark Industries [May 19, 2014]

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Since Ender's class was all about responsibility and duty today, it would have been a dick move of Cade's not to show up for work after his TA-ing-ness (totally a word. Also, shut the kark up) was done.

He'd been tempted not to, not gonna lie, but was here, working on some kind of incredibly rude mechanical gift for Barry.

Barry was so lucky. Truly.