Book Haven, Wednesday, 08/05

[not_a_moonie]

After the shifting realities of the not-Matrix, it was good to be back to the solid realities of places in Fandom that Alana knew well: Dorm room. Classroom. Bookstore.

Today the coffee table books seemed to be somehow tacking themselves into tiny actual coffee tables, but ALana figured that was what she got for working in a Fandom bookstore. She claimed one of the stacks as a footstool and kicked back to flip through the latest cheesy YA series she was reading. This one was about werewolves.

[OOC: Open shop,open post!]

Stark Industries, Wednesday, August 5

[sciclone]

Call her crazy, but Cosima had kind of had enough of computers for a while. Yeah, everybody got home safe, and yeah, watching the sim get destroyed had been awesome -- but that was cold comfort when stacked up against people having been kidnapped for days with aliens aiming laser guns at their heads.

So she wasn't going to mess with the computers at Stark today, let alone Jarvis. She was going to handle some small appliances instead. She wasn't a great repair person by any stretch of the imagination, but it kept her brain and hands busy and made her feel like she was doing something worthwhile, so she figured that was all good.

[OOC: Open post, open shop!]

Wonka's Sweets Shoppe | Wednesday

[shapethecentury]

Bucky was doing his level best to pretend last week hadn't happened. It was a lot to process. Possibly even too much. The store had apparently decided to help keep his mind off it, because when he got to shelving new stock, and opened a pack of Junior Mints, he found the pack full of hard fruit candy instead.

A short inspection later he came to the conclusion that all the day's stock had been mixed up. Nothing was in the right bags or packets. So now he was going to spend his day making sale signs that reflected that.

There were also random oranges tucked away all around the store. Just because.

(open!)

Outside MCA, just after sunset.

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

There was a small pile of abandoned clothes outside of MCA. It had nothing to do with the bat currently soaring through the air. Nope, nothing at all.

Damn island....

[Heading out on vacation. Home on the 15th.]