Wonka's, Monday

[shippedtomaine]

When Emma came into work today, there was a new shipment waiting to be unpacked.

She opened the exceptionally large package and snorted in a most ladylike fashion. "Good thing this didn't arrive during the weekend."

[Open, no ocd. Link NSFW.]

Fandom Post Office, June 9 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

Not that there were many desk chairs in the post office, but the ones that were there -- all three of them -- had been replaced by large balls on wheeled stands.

Éponine found these extremely strange, but the second she tried one to see what they were like . . . well, she fell off. It was bouncier than expected. This was not a deterrent, however, so while this would be in a rather literal sense, you could definitely say she was bouncier than usual today.

[OOC: Dude, IDEK. Open post.]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty was sort of disappointed that when she walked in to work today, she wasn't met with a Taylor Swift dance party again. However, the zombies did take requests, and so now they were playing the songs because she asked.

Her life was really surreal sometimes, but also pretty awesome.

Around town- Tuesday afternoon

[stacyexperiment]

Gwen had gotten bored after class, so rather than just sit in a common room somewhere, she took to walking around town. She'd seen a ton of random murals and statues around, so she figured she could wander around and take pictures of them, maybe end up with the best, most random Instagram account ever.

She had to say, she was really digging the graffiti murals. If she tried that she'd probably get arrested, but she'd be fine just taking pictures for posterity.

[Open if you want to catch her somewhere! I found this post while looking for a meme this morning and got inspired.]

Stark Industries, Tuesday

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

Jessica was not spending today by the portal generator. Nope, she was on the phone. Portalocity had sent her a very emphatic notice to stop tearing holes in space and time for experimentation. She decided to respond.

"Look, you've told me countless times that you can't or won't travel to my Earth.... Sure, sure. Can't find it, gotcha. That means you're not going there and if you're not going there, you're rejecting any claims to travel to there.... Oh yeah? You'll get your lawyers? Well guess what, I've got lawyers, too!"

She didn't have lawyers. Stark had lawyers, though, right? Since it was being done with Stark money in a Stark building, she would be fine. At the very least, the lawyers could tie things up enough to let her work.

[OOC: Open with the usual timing restrictions. Wheeeeeeeee.]

Luke's, Tuesday

[geniuswithasmartphone]

It was bound to happen someday. Hardison, happy at being back in his own body again, had grown careless. Lax. Let down his guard. It had happened all very innocently; he'd been playing his 3DS and accidentally dropped his stylus. The kind of thing that could happen at any time and to anyone. A little more annoying because it roll under a booth instead of staying where it had landed, but, in the grand scheme of things? Not that huge a deal.

Except as Hardison had reached for his stylus, the busboy had yelled, "No! Not that booth! It's too close--"

A shocking pain in his hand, like needles sinking into his skin. A sharp burn of--something. Dizziness. A slight feeling of euphoria.

"--to the vents," the busboy sighed, realizing it was already too late. "Never mind."

Don't worry, young busboy. Father Alec didn't mind. In fact, Father Alec was filled with warmth and forgiving as he pushed himself back to his feet. "I say," he said, his voice now touched with a faint British accent. "Does anyone have a napkin. I seem to be bleeding."

"Do you think Eliot's gonna yell at us for this?" the dishwasher asked, worried.

The cook shrugged, handing a napkin over to to the busboy to give to Hardison. "Depends on what the hallucination is, probably."

"Thank you, my son," Father Alec said, accepting the napkin and holding it to his hand. "Give me a moment to staunch this and then find my collar, and then we can continue with the blessing of the food. Amen."

"...That's probably a yes," the cook sighed, turning back the food. Hey, yesterday's strawberries weren't going to eat themselves.

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