Android's Dungeon - Thursday

[buzzkillcaptain.livejournal.com]

Another day another Thursday sitting behind the counter geeking out over the various comic books that had come out over the week.

Though personally he was hoping the whole Mystery Battles event would end soon so Marvel would go back to their regular story lines.

And that Ratman would go back to the original character instead of it being the Chief of Police wearing a robotic Ratman suit.

Okay, he was geeking out and griping at the same time.

Stark Industries - Thursday

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Another day-

"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!"

Another Thursday with mistakenly opened portal in Stark Industries. However this time instead of tiny floating goldfish-

"GET BACK IN THE FUCKING PORTAL"

It was floating lemons. Barry's life could be pretty effing weird at times.

Fandom Trooper Station, Thursday

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

After a series of complaints, Jessica went out to bring in a poor, gremlin-venomed person until they were back to normal. Really, this was one of the worst gremlin bites she had ever seen since he really got into the costume. His hair was held up through means known only to cosmetic science and he had carved a jack o'lantern face into either side of the hair. From his cell, his rapping could still be heard.

"Pumpkin spice, spice baby
Pumpkin spice, spice baby
Pumpkin spice, spice baby..."

Jessica turned to Ralph. "The worst part is that it's the only part of the song he knows," she sighed. She looked at her coffee. She couldn't drink it. Pumpkin spice was ruined for her today.

Luke's, Thursday Afternoon

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Parker loved Christmas, with the joy and the snow and the presents. Eliot had a certain fondness for Thanksgiving, a holiday devoted to cooking and people appreciating his cooking. And Hardison, well. Hardison loved Halloween. Costumes! Candy! Haunted houses! Pranks! What wasn't to love?

Which was why he was showing up at the diner, arms full of spooky decorations for the staff to put up. "I want it to look like Halloween puked in here," he said cheerfully, taking over a booth to act as a drop site. "I want it scary. I want it haunting. I want it like the whole town's Halloween spirit was condensed into this one building. Y'all start, I got more stuff to bring in."

Cook, predictably, ignored him. The busboy picked up a large, rubber tarantula and stealthily placed it on the cutting board on the counter. The dishwasher just looked skeptical. "Did Eliot okay this?"

"Man, who's not gonna okay a little bit of Halloween spirit?" Hardison asked. Which was not a 'Yes' to that question, not by a long shot. "It's gonna perk up the diner, draw customers in, all that good stuff! Besides, I waited till October! Ain't nobody can complain now!" He picked up some cotton batting and shoved it at the dishwasher. "Go on, hang up some spider webbin', it's fine."

And if they worked fast enough, they could get the whole diner decorated before anyone came in and told them to stop!

Today's Specials
Pumpkin Spice Lattes
Pumpkin Chili
Chicken Bacon Pumpkin Gnocchi

Luke's was open and very festive!

Fandom Post Office, Thursday

[doesnotkneel]

Edward had spent the morning Very Hard At Work, which, he felt, qualified him to spend the afternoon Slightly Less Hard At Work.

Which was to say he had found a nice table to lay upon while he poked through a book, forcing himself to focus on the more difficult words this go-around.

[[ open! ]]

Caritas, Thursday

[wrongkindofsith]

After checking in on the flamingo to see that everything was all right, Cara settled in behind the bar and watched Tino. Because she did not trust him after the other day's radio report.

Whenever he did anything suspect, she cleared her throat pointedly. She also cleared it a few times randomly, just to watch his reaction.

[Open! No ocd!]