The Park, Sunday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

Jack Skellington had spent the day before happily exploring the island. If he missed Halloweentown or wondered where he was, the discomfort quickly ebbed as he realized he was in a new place full of strange new things and stranger new people. And if they gawped at the walking skeleton in a Sandy Claws costume, he didn't mind -- he was busy gawping right back at them.(So much pink skin! And no one had more than one head or fewer than two arms!).

But there wasn't anything Christmassy going on, and that seemed like it simply wouldn't do. So he set up an ornate chair -- placing it in the park so he could keep an eye on the funny pink birds -- and posted signs around the island that read MEET SANDY CLAWS. He sung happily to himself as he waited for visitors.

What’s this? There’s people singing songs.
What’s this? The streets are lined with little creatures,
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?

[OOC: Open post, some weekend SP in effect. Guess who just rewatched Nightmare Before Christmas?]

Magic Box, Sunday, 11/09

[not_every_mage]

Albus still didn't properly understand where he was or why he was there, and trying to figure it out was doing his head in. He'd finally fallen into a confused sleep in the mural-decorated room where he'd first awoken. A black-and-white kitten curled next to him, seeming friendly enough once it got past its obvious certainty something was Wrong with its person: That made everything feel a bit more comfortable.

The next morning, he was awoken by a small bleating device with a message blinking on its screen that read, MAGIC BOX. Get there on time this week or you're a nugfucker.

Albus didn't particularly like either profanity or being insulted by Muggle toys, but Magic Box sounded promising enough that he decided to accept the blow to his sense of decency and figure out where the thing wanted him to go. He found the shop with the matching sign only a little after Anders would have ordinarily opened it, fumbled with a set of keys that had been in the room until the lock gave way, and let himself in.

He was glad he had, too. The contents of the shop made him feel like he'd fumbled his way to a tiny piece of Diagon Alley -- if one of the lower-rent bits. Albus looked to the device to see if it had further instructions for him. It didn't, so he unearthed a dusty copy of Dragon Breeding for Pleasure and Profit from a shelf of mostly-worthless books and began thumbing through it. Maybe someday knowledge of dragon husbandry would prove itself useful.

[OOC: Open post, open shop.]

the park; sunday afternoon

[flickofthewrist]

This tiny town was growing more and more dull with each second that ticked by. Chase had amused himself in all the ways he knew how but he was getting to the point where toying with people wasn't going to tide him over. He wanted power and he wanted it now.

That meant getting back to Caleb and his little merry band of friends. Of course, Chase hadn't quite figured out where he was but that didn't matter. His plan was to leave his mark on this place with either some death or destruction and then find Caleb.

But, first? Breakfast. Chase had picked up a well balanced meal consisting of a bagel and some coffee at one of the local shops and then left a nice, small fire in the bathroom. Easy to put out but fun nonetheless. Now, he was sprawled on the bench, eating his breakfast and contemplating what he wanted to do first.

So many options!

[Open! Chase is still his delightful self and the list of things he can do is here, in case you do want to try and take him on. ETA Warning For: Violence, blood, language and trauma]

The streets of Fandom [Sunday afternoon]

[pasunereveuse.livejournal.com]

Gretel, as per usual, hadn't exactly slept well the first night in a new town. But she was up and patrolling all the same. Her crossbow hung at her side -- no reason to scare the fuck out of some innocent passer-by, after all. (Too many incidents like that, she'd learned, sometimes meant a significantly decreased reward, too.)

It wasn't like she was expecting to just find a witch, either, here in broad daylight. But you could never be too careful.

[and let us commence the celebration of leather pants. :D open for her brother or anyone else who might be wandering around town!]

Cafe Fina [Sunday Afternoon]

[teashopconman.livejournal.com]

Had the Mad Hatter even left Cafe Fina after yesterday? Well, that was neither here nor there. The important thing was that he was there now, sipping his tea and talking to absolutely no one.

"Do you think we should have a party today?"

There was no response from the empty chairs all around him.

"Yes, brilliant! I do too!"

Again, no response.

"I'm tall when I’m young and I’m short when I’m old. What am I?"

Silence.

"Leave the table! If you can't be bothered to answer, you are not welcome here!"

And then, he started humming a little ditty that would probably turn into singing at some point. There was always going to be singing. The poor staff members were hiding in the back and playing rock, scissor, paper to see who would come out and provide tea.

It was just another day in Cafe Fina!

[Open place]

Around town, Sunday

[trigons_child]

Raven had no idea how she'd ended up in this place. She'd been with the Titans, having successfully infiltrated them per the orders of her father, then she'd woken up in this place. Was this some trick from Trigon to test her loyalty? Or her brothers, attempting to sabotage Trigon's favorite child?

Her empathy was picking up confusion, amusement, some amount of fear, but no real threat. She decided to begin a careful exploration of this place to try to determine where she was. Her mask was down and her sword vanished, but she could easily recall it if she encountered danger.


[ooc: Raven is Raven from DC 52, because I hate myself. She looks the same as she usually does, but no chakra, and she's dressed in a skin-tight grey outfit covered with blue feathers. Black Bird of terror. Caw!]

Caritas- Sunday

[throughaphase]

It wasn't that Hayley was really working tonight. She was just feeling terrible about the weekend, which wasn't really that different from how she felt any given day anymore, except that she'd woken up with some strange guy, she was even further from her daughter than she normally was, she didn't know where she was and couldn't call home without her phone. So, she'd gone for a drink.

And then the guy behind the bar had called her Kitty (which... was that supposed to be some werewolf crack? She had no idea) and generally been annoying, and then at one point he'd started to sing...

Long story short, it'd been a while since Hayley had fed, so Tino was now laying all crumpled with two holes in his neck in the corner behind the bar, out of sight, and Hayley was sitting behind the bar with her feet up on the counter and a glass of bourbon in hand. She might even get you a drink if you asked nicely.

Lukes, Sunday

[vdistinctive]

Spencer was humming the extremely catchy number he'd caught on the radio as he wandered about town, looking for a good place to get something to eat.

The diner looked promising, what with it being a diner and all. Spencer marched in humming and opened his mouth to ask if they had smoothies -- and the next thing he knew, he was in the middle of a quartet about blenders with the whole kitchen staff.

This island was awesome!

"Really?" he asked, clutching the chalk the kitchen staff had handed him proudly. "You want me to pick out the specials?! Aww, guys, you're the best!"

Today's specials
Spaghetti tacos!

Luke's was open. And not yet on fire!

[ooc: since he didn't get his own post to ooc-note on yesterday, Eliot Spencer has turned into Spencer Shay. And he will hate me in the morning.]

The Perk, Sunday afternoon

[texted3times]

Good news, everyone! Dr. Erik Selvig had discovered pants!

Pink, spandex ones, but still, pants!

He'd also discovered coffee and a realization that he was unable to do anything but sing almost entirely in ABBA lyrics today.

Well, you win some, you lose some, right? At least here there was coffee!

[OOC: So open.]