Groovy Tunes, Friday

[didntchewgrass.livejournal.com]

It had been a little under two weeks since Elphaba had sudden plopped back into Fandom. Getting her mind to wind down from constantly being on the look out for attack and betrayal wasn't easy, and she was still sometimes on edge. Restless nights weren't the norm, but they were happening often enough that she was getting a lot of reading done to distract herself.

But today at Groovy Tunes, it was practically casual Friday as Elphaba was wearing jeans and a Pixies t-shirt (that she had no idea was a band), with her hair down and loose. She busied herself instead with restocking some CDs that had just arrived; Elphaba had no idea who Autobahn was, but their album covers were odd to say the least.

[ooc: Open! I will be, erm, afk for ~4 hours, fyi, as I am roadtripping to Iowa. Because that is a thing.]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday

[myownface]

So, on Wednesday, Sparkle had been in a great mood, and yesterday he had been feeling pretty chill. Of course it was only going to go downhill from there, wasn't it? He'd woken up this morning with a feeling of dread hanging over him like a hangman's axe (and a sore lip, which will happen when you get someone to stamp a hole through part of your face), and he'd spent every moment second-guessing himself since.

He'd looked in the mirror and immediately found himself wondering if he'd managed to permanently and hideously disfigure himself or something. And then he remembered that he had a job and he was two minutes late through the door at Dite's, which clearly meant that some mysterious manager was going to crawl out of the woodwork and tell him he was fired and any minute the cops would bust down the door and drag him away because he'd done so many illegal things even since coming to the island and somebody was probably keeping a running tally and today was awful.

If anyone needed anything particularly sexy today at Dite's, they could ask him and he'd trip over himself to be helpful, but mostly Sparkle was going to sit behind the counter with his knees up against his chest, trying not to freak out.

[Open, OCD-free!]

Luke's, Friday

[vdistinctive]

So Eliot was getting his first real full taste of just what it meant to live in Fandom thus far off-screen DAMMIT WORK. He hadn't really understood what was going on on Wednesday -- the fact that he'd spent all day yelling at everyone while Leverage Associates set up a job wasn't exactly unusual. Sure, there was the whole part where by the end of the day he'd tried to actually cut the stupid jewel thing out of his stomach, but again not really that weird.

Then he'd spent yesterday cracking jokes with Parker while the con tried to fall apart around them, and Hardison accused him of being on drugs. They'd managed to pull it back around by the skin of their teeth (Eliot was not actually unfamiliar with flirting with the person trying to kill him -- and yes, Hardison, punching and kicking really was a valid form of flirtation), and Eliot had been unnaturally pleased long enough that he still didn't entirely manage to connect the whole thing with the changing color thing that hadn't gone away yet.

Today? Well. Today, the thing had gone from purple to gray and he was just paranoid enough to figure out that that must be associated with the fact that he was -- well, paranoid. Even more than usual, even.

Today's specials
WHY ARE YOU ASKING?

Luke's was open.

Ish.

The Park [Friday afternoon]

[likes-ducklings.livejournal.com]

The funny thing was, it wasn't like Rapunzel was normally not in a great mood. At worst, she was occasionally sort of gloomy, or a little frustrated -- like yesterday, when she had brushed her hair until it gleamed just because she was really mad at one tangle.

But today she was in the best mood ever. Like...ever. She hadn't been even close to this happy since she'd left her tower -- and really, that was saying something, because again: Rapunzel, girl of perpetual sunshine.

Today was a beautiful day, she'd decided, and as such she'd made her way out to the park with Pascal and her sketchpad. The latter was sitting in the grass for the moment, though, mostly forgotten, because Rapunzel had decided to try climbing a tree.

And what was a girl with seventy feet of hair to do in a tree except swing in it? So that was what she was doing, her hair looped under her as she swung on it from one of the branches gleefully.

"Best -- day -- ever!!"

[open post is open!!!!!]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

The nice thing about being a somewhat introverted creature of the night? It meant Allie was mostly unaware of anything weird going on unless it directly effected her. That blissful ignorance had lasted until she'd come into work and found Tiny banging bottles around behind the bar and muttering about the DJ.

Then again, it could just be another normal Friday at the Devil's Nest.

[The OCD got washed away in the rain.]

Taste of Thai, Friday evening

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie had known it was love the first minute she saw him there in the park.

The teal deer didn't have the right kind of sentience to really recognize or appreciate love, but he was well into the fact that Pinkie Pie was very, very bad at shutting up.

". . . So then I said 'That's not my leg!' and the next thing I knew, we were engaged to be married!" She held the door open, her pupils turning to soppy hearts as she watched her new beau make his way into the restaurant. They never broke eye contact. "And, well, you should have seen the gang back in Ponyville trying to get me out of that one. It required, let's see. . . . Twilight's magic; Rarity's gift for fashion; three barrels of apples from Sweet Apple Acres; Fluttershy's badger friends; Discord, Lord of Chaos; Spike's dragon frenemies; Princess Luna; seventeen cherries; six timberwolves; a rubber ducky. . . ."

[eeeeeeeeeeeestablishy, as I just about to run off to my own Friday evening dinner appointment. The romance had to continue somehow.]