The Perk, Saturday morning

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Flash was in a bad mood to start with today. Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, whatever you want to call it. And it wasn't improved by this whole stairs all over town thing. He moved so slowly even on his artificial legs because of the damn things, and all he wanted was a cup of tea to help calm himself down. Fine. Whatever, he would use the symbiote as a crutch for the moment and use its legs for a while. At least then he could walk like a normal person in this frustrating place.

But when he got to the Perk, that was the last straw. "What do you MEAN you're out of chamomile?" His stress level was getting too high, Flash knew it. But it was their fault. All he wanted was the world's default relaxing tea! "All we wanted was a simple cup of tea annnnd you won't give IT TO US!"

As he was complaining, Flash's black shirt started to stretch down his arms and up his neck. In seconds, his body's frame and musculature grew and a toothy horror mask formed on his face. To complete the image, a white spider symbol appeared on his front and back, and a long tongue grew out of his mouth.

Flash's anger changed to panic. The symbiote - hopefully just the symbiote - was in the driver's seat now. He had to fight to keep it from going completely crazy. "Fine! We'll take a coffee! Black as this!" Venom launched a tendril in front of the clerk's face for reference. "TO GO! Write the name Venom on the cup! V-E-N... You know how to spell our name! DO IT OR WE'LL DUNK YOUR BRAINS IN THE COFFEE BEFORE EATING THEM! We'll wait over here."

Venom stepped over to the side so he could glare at the clerk. If he even thought about putting cream in the coffee....

[OOC: Open for any of your early morning coffee or not-yet-rampaging alien monster needs!]

The park, Saturday afternoon

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie Pie had been planning a nice little lunch picnic in the park with her new very-special-somepony, figuring there was nothing like good food with a very nice new friend to take the edge off of her very unsmiley mood.

Then she'd seen the cloven-hooved bastard hanging out with a group of excitable, chattering ducks, and she'd seen red.

"BRUCE!" she screamed, with a voice that seemed to come out of one of the circles of Hell. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THOSE DUCKS?!"

The ducks scattered. Bruce the Teal Deer froze in place, as though staring down a mac truck, then leaped into the air and sprang off into the bushes, leaving Pinkie Pie fuming -- literally, there were visible smoke clouds coming out of her ears as she heaved in angry breaths -- alone by the pond.

[open, sure! Come witness the horror of a truly angry Pinkie.]

The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[gunslingerpose]

Nikolai was actually riding a bit of an adrenaline high, no mood crystal necessary, when he made his way to the desk for his shift today, still wearing the leather duster that he'd spent his night in Baltimore wearing.

Okay, adrenaline, and the life energy of some thug that had thought, mistakenly, that shooting at him and missing was a bad idea. He'd sort of been like the icing on the cake after a productive Friday night spent crimefighting, and while Nick was going to be hugging a coffee cup later just to get through the last few hours of his shift, for the time being he was riding tier three and feeling no pain.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Coffee-Rubbed Cheeseburgers with Texas Barbecue Sauce
Dark-Roast Coffee Gelée
Tiramisu

[OOC: And I want Tiramisu, now. Open, OCD free!]

A Dark Section of the Park, Saturday evening

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Oh, what a day Venom had! Terrorizing baristas, fighting teenagers, eating a duck that had been in a particularly foul mood, and feeding off the delicious anger his host had been swimming in all day. This was a good day for him.

For now he was taking it easy, waiting camouflaged in the trees and waiting for someone to attack. It would be nice if the park were a busier place tonight, but he'd settle for one or two loners to menace. Maybe devour. Who knew? He had plenty of options and the night was young!

[OOC: Mainly for Kitty, but if anyone wants to be terrorized before that chronologically, go for it!]

The Perk [Saturday Afternoon]

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When one jumped into the Looking Glass, one had to expect that things could go wrong. It was powerful magic, after all, and Hatter really hadn't planned the whole thing. One minute he'd been going through the Looking Glass and the next, he'd been lying face first on a sandy beach. His hat was being buffeted by the waves nearby.

"Well then." Hatter had stood up and dusted pants and shirt off before picking the hat up. Water dripped slowly from the brim and then into his hair when he'd put it right back on his head. "This is unexpected."

But, Hatter was used to that. He took it in stride and while he didn't see Alice nor anything else familiar, his surroundings were quite quaint. He figured them for Oyster built immediately and they were a welcome change from the crumbling ruins of Wonderland.

And what luck that he'd stumbled across something similar to his own tea shop! He'd ambled right in and placed his order. The baristas had looked capable enough though Hatter was rubbing his chin while he watched. When he was passed the tea and he sipped it, he gave it points for temperature but it was horribly bland.

"Good try!" he said, giving the guy behind the counter a nod before taking himself and his tea to a nearby table. The seat by the window seemed like the best way to further observe the people and place he'd landed in before he started searching for the Looking Glass again. It had to be around here somewhere.

But, there was always time for a spot of tea.

[Open!]

The Warehouse District, Saturday Afternoon

[spin_kick_snap]

Spin. Run and leap. Handspring.

Kathy was in the best mood today. Yesterday's grouchiness had disappeared sometime in the night and Kathy had woken up refreshed and, well, practically joyful this morning. It was the kind of day where she just couldn't stay inside. She needed to be outside where she could move. While singing along with Kpop on her iPod because there was nothing like Kpop when you needed the musical equivalent of cotton candy.

Cartwheel. Split. High kick. Vault.

She'd gone to the warehouse district to practice bouncing around buildings and the like. If she was going to go crimefighting in Baltimore (and she was!), she needed to get plenty of practice in. And watching parkour videos had been useful, but there was only so much she could learn by watching. Sometimes, you just had to get out there and do it.

Leap. Bounce. Grab that window sill. Flip.

This was glorious.

[Open! The thread with Venom, however, comes last chronologically.]