Fandom Post Office, July 28 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

It wasn't that "what's the cheapest rate you have?" wasn't an unusual question from customers at the post office, it was just that this was the Fandom post office, and could Éponine honestly be expected to know all of those different trans-dimensional rates off the top of her head? To tell the truth, she actually knew a surprising number of them by heart after working here for this long, but that didn't make the question any less tiresome.

She did her best not to glare at the customer on the other side of the counter, instead managing a slightly tired half-smile that was as much as she cared to feign, and kept her voice even despite the temptation to be sarcastic.

"Well, look here, I'll need to know a bit more than that, d'you understand? It all depends on where that parcel's got to go, see, and not all dimensions will let us transport things via snail."

People were always so surprised when she told them about the snail mail rate, if their package was eligible for it.

[OOC: No OCD, open!]

Freedom Arms | Tuesday

[no-i-in-york.livejournal.com]

Well York had an employee now, which was unexpected. It also came with paperwork that he didn't realize existed. Going on the straight and narrow meant having to actually do his taxes this year. He looked at the W-2 he was supposed to give Bellamy and wondered if the kid would even know how to fill out the thing.

Maybe he should just shred this stuff and make this one exception to breaking the law.

[Open, OCD-free]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty walked into the bar tonight and found that in an escalation of the castle war with Tiny, Tino had filled the bar with all the glasses to up his castle game. Which led to Kitty saying things like "NO" a lot and the words "potential lawsuit" and "what are we supposed to serve drinks in" and making him take it down. It was slow going, though.

SPECIALS
Please drink bottled beer.

The Perk, Tuesday Afternoon

[myownface]

Sparkle didn't care. Okay, so he was on the island today, on, like, a Tuesday, skipping town, skipping life, sitting in a window booth and glowering out at the street like it had made some sort of personal slight against him.

Did he have a coffee roughly the size of his head? Of course. Was it actually more vanilla syrup than coffee? Absolutely. Was he using it to wash down a peanut butter cookie that was equally ridiculously sized? You betcha.

Did he care?

Of course not. What was there to care about?

Fuck, this coffee was awesome.

[OOC: Eh, I'm home sick. Open!]

The Preserve | Tuesday Afternoon

[notgetkilled]

These woods had been his home for about seven days now. The bad thing was that it was freaking hot here. Every single morning Bellamy woke up, his hair was matted to his head and his clothes were damp with sweat and clinging to him. The good thing was that Bellamy was used to this sort of thing. He'd survived in worse conditions.

And it wasn't like he had anywhere else to go. He had a job but he hadn't done any work there yet. Money was going to be an issue for awhile. But, no one had bothered him and he'd been free to stalk around to find a way home.

He'd failed at finding anything worthwhile. The only thing he'd accomplished was to find some water to wash his shirt and jacket with. Those were currently hanging across a branch, drying. Bellamy was sitting against tree, meticulously cleaning his gun.

He still didn't trust almost anyone on this damn island so he wasn't going to be giving up his gun. He'd put that down when he found Octavia.

[ Shirtless dude in the woods. Open, ofc ]

Far Above Fandom, Very Late Tuesday Night, So Late It's Well Into Wednesday Actually

[zin-the-matrix.livejournal.com]

“Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices,
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.”

Zinyak cleared his throat. His hands were still held high in the air, his shoulders wide. Behind him, his soldiers watched quietly. Expectantly. It was not much of an audience, but he would take it.

He coughed, again, for effect. "We have arrived," he said. "Earth. Such a pretty little ball of water and soil, its minds will serve us well. We should begin our testing procedure. Are we situated properly over our noisy isle?"

"╔╦ǵ▓▓º."

"Then what are you waiting for? Begin our descent." Zinyak sank down into his throne. He picked up the chalice to his side and cradled it thoughtfully as he watched the ground approach below them. "And ready our simulation pods, please. Scan for the most viable specimens and teleport them aboard."

"░█ºº."

Zinyak waved a hand. The display before him shifted to an exact copy of the island. A few tweaks of his fingers, and some of the buildings shifted sideways to make space for his towers. He took a sip from his chalice. "That should do it for our monitoring systems," he said. "I don't expect much trouble, considering we will defang them first. No powers, nor any shenanigans the likes of which they have come to fear and dislike. A peaceful island, with overflowing stores and not a gremlin around. But should they find some urge to rebel, or gather some esprit de corps, we will have our means."

He flicked back to the actual island. "After all, none of you would enjoy being, say, tied up with Bitterwoman's magic lariat and forced to relive every bad date you've ever been on. Out loud. While doing the voice impressions for both you and your date. And wearing painfully toe-pinching high heeled boots, no matter your gender."

He paused, and threw the trooper to his left a contemplative look. "Speaking of which," he said, "Have you downloaded the latest episode of Bitterwoman Unleashed yet...? It is such a delightful show."

""░█."

"Good."

[[ nfb and nfi! to be continued in fh_matrix tomorrow morning.... ]]

Stark Industries, Tuesday

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

Jessica was working late today. She had everything she needed, including a remote device that should restart this very same portal to bring her back next Monday after her fact finding mission. She had a tether to pull her back immediately in case the world she was going to ended up being way more screwed up than she thought. And she had her costume to disguise her, you know, just in case.

So once the shop closed for the night, the Black Widow geared up, started the portal, and stepped through. See you next week, Fandom!

[OOC: And belatedly, here's Jessica's excuse for me being gone for the BDE!]