The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

The tack room needed to be reorganized, there were hay bales outside the barn that needed to be moved, and Dani's riding boots really could use some polishing. But all those tasks were set aside for a moment. What Dani really needed was a few moments to browse the deals on Sephora's website because she ran out of eyeliner this morning, and making a trip to the mall was out of the question.

The Gig was open, and Dani could use a second opinion on which lip gloss to purchase.

The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[gunslingerpose]

Nikolai was over last weekend's trauma, more or less. And really, why shouldn't he be? He'd been playing the superhero game on the mainland for a few months, and already he'd seen worse shit than those girls had done to him in the alley back there.

... Maybe less princess carrying, at least.

Anyway, today was shaping up to be a busy day, what with that high school kid's party going on upstairs. Nick was not looking forward to cleaning up whatever empty bottles and condoms or whatever were inevitably going to be sitting around the room by the time that lot all cleared out. Especially not with one arm still in a sling, though at least he was starting to get some mobility back in it.

Nick was going to be surprised and maybe a little disappointed in the youth of today when he went up to clean and found that the most questionable substance at the party had been an overabundance of chocolate. What the hell, guys? What the hell.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Fried Walleye & Potato Cakes with Creamy Dill Sauce
Reuben Grilled Cheese
Grilled Pineapple with Nutella
Grilled French Toast with Strawberries and Rosemary

Yup. Going to be so disappointed in the youth of today. But the Reuben sandwich helped mitigate that. Slightly.

[OOC: Open! OCD-free!]

Groovy Tunes, Saturday

[furnaceface]

Sigh, Fandom. Jono supposed that he could come back here for his shift after his most-of-a-week (week and a half, going by Kaeleeran time) spent in Glacia, doing his duties as a member of Karla's Court. Really, in the wake of Fandom's nonsense, some time spent being a public face near the end of Winsol had been almost refreshing.

Almost. Someday, maybe he'd shake this 'the General' thing the Kaeleerans kept looking up to him for. The hell was the matter with them, anyway? He'd been asked to more holiday season social functions last week than he had been in his entire bloody life, and he was quite happy to spend today on the island, in his shop, listening to his mus--

...

Okay, listening to whatever the hell music his stereo system was going to let him listen to, which, in this case, appeared to be some manner of K-Pop. Bubblegum Hip-Hop Backstreet Boys My-Heart-Will-Go-On rot-your-teeth-out touchy-feely nonsense, more like. He couldn't even put this music into a bloody box.

But at least he wasn't being asked for any dances by Glacian aristos. He'd suffer through.

[OOC: Open, OCD-free, and this is almost like method RP! *Glances askance at Nuance's playlist*]

The Park, Saturday Afternoon

[justwantedfriends]

After waking up from Elsa's party, Kira had gone back to the big house of creepiness to take a shower, and come right back on the next ferry to spend her afternoon in town. After a bit of a walk, she'd ended up in the park, sitting on one of the benches as she looked through her phone. Between showing people the wonders of smartphones and trying to capture things for posterity, she'd taken a lot of pictures last night, but every picture of her was making her sigh. There was a weird gold light in every picture she was in, and she couldn't figure out what it was. She'd noticed it for the first time a few weeks before she left for Fandom, but she'd assumed it was a problem with her ancient and well-used phone. Now she had a new phone (courtesy of her parents, probably thanks to guilt about shipping her to a different state), but the light was still there, looking all kinds of weird and wrong.

Kira sighed and decided to just focus on the pictures of everyone else instead. At least being social had been pretty fun?

[Open!]

A Roof in the Abandoned Warehouse District, Saturday night

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

Jessica had enjoyed a night out yesterday without having to deal with any ghosts, so she decided to make it two nights in a row, this time as Spider-Woman. Here's where having a city with more than four kinda tall buildings would be helpful, but she was willing to do what she had to and set up her webbing target practice on a rooftop once again. A clay pigeon launched, she webbed, the target broke. A clay pigeon fired, she fired a web line, pulled it in to smash another target right after it was launched.

And so on, and so forth.

Spider-Woman eventually stopped, took a seat on the side of the building, and tried to just enjoy the night. She only had about a month or so left here. She might as well enjoy it while she could.

[OOC: Open to anyone wandering the warehouse district who might be wondering what that noise is or who's on the side of the building!]