Parents' Weekend Brunch, Sunday Morning to Afternoon, The Park

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

It was another brightly sunny day today, with a few clouds scattered across the sky above, and the flamingos were out in full force, congregating by the edge of the pond to watch the events that were going on in the park today. When the park got busy, food tended to be involved in great quantities, and several of the large pink birds were hoping that maybe somebody would throw some shrimp their way.

Wouldn't you like to, parents and assorted other visitors? Ignore the glitter and the people food, stop talking to those ridiculous teenagers you were here to see, and come pay attention to the birds!

Or don't. It wasn't like the flamingos could do anything about it, anyway.

[Open brunch is open!]

Galactica Point, Early Sunday Morning

[doesnotkneel]

Edward was in an absolutely foul mood after everything that had happened on Friday - and earlier that week. Bloody Lightwood women really enjoyed talking down to him, didn't they? Well, whatever, he was better than that and he was better than them.

So much better that he'd crept out of his dorm room early in the morning - had Barry even come back last night? He hadn't been paying attention - so he could wander the walls that kept the town high above the sea. Wander all the way down to his favorite part of the island, here, this sticky-out bit that he could hop onto and perch on and feel, for however long he stayed, that he was afloat in the sky above the sea itself.

It calmed him, picked up his mood and took it from 'dismal' to 'contemplative' - surely better.

'Twas a good thing his parents hadn't found their way here. They would never understand this.

[[ open! throughout today, even, though i might be slow ]]

Trooper Station, Sunday

[fjordicswagger]

Ugh. Parents Weekend.

Tamsin figured it was probably fantastic for some other people, but for her - and the troopers - it just meant more stupid phone calls and more stupid paperwork. "No, I'm not coming over to settle an argument between you and your stupid half-demon uncle," she snapped into the phone. "What exactly do you think Fandom PD does? --No, I don't have any feelings on pumpkin spice-- wait, do you have me on speaker phone?!"

Okay, you know what, new plan.

She got up and yanked the phone out of the wall, then threw it out the window. "Ughhh. Ralph! More coffee!"

[[ open ]]

Magic Box, Sunday

[not_every_mage]

After too brief a stop at the picnic, Anders grudgingly went to the shop for his usual shift.

It was a good thing the shop was already decorated for the fall within an inch of its life and there wasn't much new merchandise to unpack this week. Anders had too many things on his mind to be a truly efficient employee. He made a cursory pass at sweeping the floors then sat back at the counter and wrote a list of ways to about help Karl find a job and a place to live. (Rapunzel had been quiet about the mage sleeping on the floor so far, but he didn't want to push either her tolerance or the school's any further than he had to.)

For another, there was the mystery of Nathan's guest. He didn't think the man/wolf intended any harm whether he was Nathan's father or not, but it was still maddening that he couldn't do much more than worry and wait until the danger passed.

The problem with caring about people, he thought, was that it meant opening yourself to concerns like these. Anders almost wished he could learn to be callous.

[OOC: Open magic box, no OCD!]

The park- Sunday after the brunch

[notconflicted]

So it hadn't been a bee.

Which was why once things had been cleared from the picnic, Sia was sitting next to a kiddie pool in the park, wearing a red lifeguard's bathing suit. There was a whistle around her neck and a life raft in her hand, and you should probably not question where she got any of these things. You should probably also not ask why she was in the park instead of at the beach.

Don't mind her, she was busy protecting swimmers that weren't there from threats that weren't happening.


[Finally did it. Open!]

The Boards, Sunday

[bluhblahbluh.livejournal.com]

The lights were on at The Boards, and the doors were open, but instead of a dapper vampire at the door, visitors would be met by a set of ropes and poorly written (mostly gauged) signs that guided them through the front of the house, past the box office (manned by a zombie missing both ears, so speak up), and into the auditorium.

On stage today was a rather, uh, interesting piece that the zombie actors had been secretly working on for a while now: a Shakespearean interpretation of Beckett's variation (with a smattering of Chekov's half-finished revision) of Sophocles' response to a Euripides' play...

Yeah. Drac had forbidden them to even bring it up in his presence.

But Drac was off-island, back home throwing an extravaganza to end all extravaganzas (until next year, of course) for Mavis' 17th birthday, so...


[Open!]

Demon Marcus, Sunday Late Afternoon

[myownface]

Sparkle really, really couldn't afford to keep taking time off work. Hell, he still wasn't sure if he had a job at Dite's anymore, he was going to have to suck it up and go talk to the woman who owned the place these days about that yet, but at least here, at Demon Marcus, he had a key and he could come in and collapse behind the counter pretty much any time he wanted.

And, after Lewis had left to catch his plane home, he very much wanted.

Not just for the stash of alcohol that he had hiding behind the counter, don't look at him like that.

Okay. Mostly for the stash of alcohol behind the counter. But it was late, he couldn't imagine getting too much business.

If people happened to stop by and ask what he was drinking, though, he might share. Maybe.

[OOC: Open, and flying without OCD today!]

J,GOB, Sunday night

[vdistinctive]

Eliot wouldn't say it out loud -- to most people, anyway -- but he'd really enjoyed having Parker and Sophie around for the weekend. Which would be why he was drawing the visit out now, at the end of the weekend, by promising Parker chocolate chip muffins.

Which he didn't have the ingredients for on-hand at the house, and anyway, pastries weren't really his thing.

"You know, this place says they got biscuits, but I ain't seen a damn proper biscuit on the menu."

[ooc: expecting the guest, but also open, if anyone else is getting the last bits of their PW out this fine night.]