Streets of Fandom, late Friday night

[14andseven]

Roland generally did okay with the whole handful-of-friends-and-not-much-family thing. He figured it fit in well with his whole urban rover lifestyle, and probably the bard thing, besides. He didn't do owning his own place or having a steady job, and friends came and went, and that was mostly fine for him.

But then there were days where he saw families and friends go by on the streets. Where he stopped handwavily by the picnic in the park for lunch and was surrounded by happy or awkward reunions. And then, sometimes, the fact that his closest friends all lived an entire world or more away started to bug him.

So, well after he was done busking for the night, he found himself leaning back on a nice quiet staircase, not quite ready to head back for home -- or couch -- just yet, and thinking of the people he'd like to have seen for the weekend. His mom, passed away just as he was coming into his own adulthood. Rebecca, the first person after her who ever believed he'd amount to anything. Evan, who refused to let Roland doubt he'd amount to anything.

So, with Patience in his lap and her case tucked away on the stair behind him, he started to play. Not for money. Not for practice. Just for himself. He closed his eyes and put all of them, all of his people, into the music, and felt, just for a moment, like he could actually reach them.

Then the song ended and he let his fingers go still and he opened his eyes to the dark street again.

"Well," he said to his guitar. "That's enough being melancholy. Let's go find some dinner."

[ooc: establishing. And now I have to go rehunt down more Irish folk music.]

Cafe Fina [Saturday Afternoon]

[teashopconman.livejournal.com]

Most of Hatter's night had been spent alternating between staring at Alice and talking quietly with her. She'd been just as surprised as he had so they hadn't done much more than hug and hold hands. He'd checked her over carefully, making sure she was in one piece and she'd pushed and prodded the armor he continued to wore before trying to persuade him to take it off.

It hadn't worked.

Now, they were both down in Cafe Fina and he was showing off the restaurant. The kitchen, the wine cellar, the staff, the tea specials, everything. She stayed quiet but smiled and then Hatter was sitting them down so he could make some tea and talk with her some more.

TODAY'S TEA SPECIALS
Ugandan Ginger Tea
Irish Tea
Artillery Punch

Cafe Fina was open to entertain your guests galore! Hatter and Alice were both there, still shellshocked by the other's appearance.

the perk: saturday afternoon

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

The news that another Black Witch (or someone who could make themselves look like one) was on island had set Nathan on edge. He hadn't slept much last night and sleeping inside tended to make his sleep a little more restless than when he slept outside. But, he didn't want to chance being outside if this was Jessica (or another Hunter with that Gift). It'd just be too easy for her to come upon him and put a knife in his belly.

Despite not wanting to be an easy target, Nathan also didn't want to hide so he'd dragged himself out of his room and down into town. Caffeine wasn't something he'd taken too back home but it was needed now. He ordered by pointing randomly at the menu and was grateful the barista didn't ask him too many questions about the drink. Just made it and handed it to him.

Nathan paid and then took his drink outside so he could sit at one of the tables there. His back was against the wall just in case. He didn't want anyone to sneak up on him. Better to see anyone who might come by. Nathan took a sip of the drink, made a face at the sweetness and took another sip.

Maybe it'd get better after he got used to the flavor.

[Open for Nathan bothering, possibly his father a little later or using the Perk for your own Parents Weekend needs!]

The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[gunslingerpose]

Congratulations Polly and Jun Ho!

Nikolai couldn't stop snickering every time he looked up from the check-in desk to the banner that Mary had hanging in the hotel lobby. It helped to brighten his day a whole hell of a lot, every time some cranky guest came in after too many hours of travel, or his mother phoned from LA again to make certain that he wasn't heartbroken that she couldn't afford to visit.

He dealt with the guests with as much patience as he could afford, and promised his mother, "No, Mana, I understand flights across the country aren't cheap. Yeah - yeah, I'll make sure to visit for Thanksgiving this year. I'm already saving up. If you don't get me then, it'll be Christmas for sure."

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Lamb Tagine
Ratatouille
Chocolate Orange Tart

"The weather? Getting cooler, I guess. What? No, no, you really don't need to knit me a sweater, Mana."

[Open!]

Parents' Weekend Talent Show, Saturday evening

[voiceoverdue]

The place was set up and appropriately glittered, Cecil was in his very best tie and well-trimmed furry pants, there was plenty of food for before, after, and between, Foucault was guarding the punch bowl against spiking, and all the equipment was ready - now they just needed the people!

This was so exciting - almost like a PTA meeting, but with fewer lethal hazards!


[ooc: ocd on its way up!]

The Park, Saturday Morning

[seveninchmotto]

With how Isabelle had been feeling lately, she was hesitant to call anything a good day, because any day could take a wrong turn into feeling like her chest was caving in if she happened to be reminded of the wrong things, but... Isabelle had an okay day happening today. She'd already gotten some training in early in the morning, she had a big, hopefully relaxing sleepover planned with Flick for tonight, and right now she was taking a moment to watch the flamingos in the park, just because they looked pretty and she had nowhere to get to in a hurry. She even wondered idly if a few of their kind could thrive in the rooftop greenhouse back home, although Jace would probably hate them,

Of course, she didn't know yet that her mother was on the island. But, she would find that out sooner or later. Just... not yet. For now, the only thing commanding her attention were the pink birds.

[ooc: Open! Whether it be for bothering Isabelle, or (a little later) Maryse, or for completely un-Lightwood-related park needs!]

The Boardwalk; Saturday Evening

[theheadkid.livejournal.com]

After the talent show, Travis and Kyle had made their way out to the beach and specifically the boardwalk. Travis had wanted to show his friend this place since it was one of those things they didn't have back in KC. Beaches were a lot different then their summers at lakes and rivers before he'd died. They'd mostly been chatting about inane topics and Travis knew they were deliberately keeping away from one specific topic.

( Okay, Travis finally sighed... )

And, with that, Kyle stomped away. Travis didn't follow him. He just sat down on one of the nearby benches and tried to make it evident that he wasn't sulking too hard even if he was. He thought he'd made progress, moved past some things but he hadn't. He still felt alone and lost and completely unprepared for this world.

He'd woken up and sometimes he wondered what things would be like if he hadn't.

[Open place/post after Kyle leaves]

The streets of Fandom, Saturday

[14andseven]

After his bout of moping last night, Roland was back out on the streets with his guitar, ready for what he hoped would be decent sized crowds of friends and family. Well, decent for Fandom, anyway. A handful of coins would be good, really.

The night before had reminded him of some good music to play, at least. His guitar seemed enthusiastic about the chance to play something nice and uptempo.

[ooc: for -- eventually -- myself, but open before that.]

The Devil's Nest, Saturday, September 27

[nookiepowered]

The place had looked relatively (Parents Weekend pun not intended) normal when Bo walked in, which was usually a sign to be on guard because someone was waiting to spring the crazy on her when she least expected it. Three minutes later, she was apologizing to Tiny for the suspicious side-eye; the crazy was certainly there, and it was certainly crazy, but unless Tiny was doing a hell of job at moonlighting (pun intended this time), he wasn't responsible for the bright red, three-inch high, horn-wearing, pitchfork-carrying demons wandering up and down the bar.

Wearing parkas, because of course they were.

"You know that guy doesn't own this place anymore, right?" she asked the one who'd squeaked out that they were looking for their landlord because the climate-control back home had gone to...well.

For some reason, that didn't encourage them to leave. Either they didn't believe her, or they just didn't want to take "Yes, I'm a succubus, but no, dude, I have size limits, and they exist for your safety, ask Papa Smurf," as a final answer.

Whatever, as long as they stayed out of her way and stopped trying to dance with the salt shakers, Bo could deal.

The Park, Saturday afternoon

[not-called-icky.livejournal.com]

Ichabod sat down on a bench by the pond, already exhausted from guiding his father around Fandom. Celia must have done a brilliant job of creating illusions for the older mr Crane, as he so far hadn't paid much attention to being in the wrong century. Now they faced the ultimate test, however, which was meeting with Celia and her father (and Ichabod has promised himself not to make things worse for Celia by saying what he truly felt to him).

"Please, father, have a seat. They will be here shortly."

[Ichabod and his father are here for Celia and Hector, but the park is open for your park needs. If you want to say hello that will happen before Celia shows up. Also, Mr Crane the older isn't seeing what is truly there, as Celia is creating illusions for him so as to not freak him out.]

Caritas, Saturday Afternoon Onwards

[newroutines]

Mike had a new shift at Caritas. Friday nights hadn't been working out so well for him lately, what with his off-island work having picked up at inconvenient times. So, here he was, the new Saturday night bartender. Already present in the late afternoon just to celebrate his hopeful newfound work morale. Or to stay away from his house since there were a bunch of people there. One or the other.

Last night's specials board was still there.

SPECIALS
50% OFF FOR GUESTS!

It just seemed like it would continue to be useful for another night. Hell, maybe people had even gotten even more in need of a drink after dealing with Fandom for a bit longer.

The Perk, Saturday Evening

[so_hawkward]

Since Clint was actually expecting Barney this time around, he was in a much better mood this weekend than he'd been last year. It had been nice to spend the day catching up, and rather than go to one of the bars, Clint had decided they should go out and get coffee instead. Barney had insisted on normal, black coffee, so of course Clint had flashed a smile and gotten the barista to silently add a shot of pumpkin spice to Barney's drink. It was like little brother law, okay?

[Open!]