Stark Industries, Wednesday, 10/07

[sciclone]

A little old lady had dropped off a batch of small appliances that needed to be fixed; it looked like she'd kept everything that broke for the past 40 years. Cosima wasn't much of an electrician, but (when the woman kept singing about how sad she was that her toaster didn't work because she'd made toast for her husband in it every morning, and now her husband and the toaster were both gone) she decided to give it a go, starting with a vintage nightlight.

Somehow, fixing a nightlight required a song, and Cosima found herself singing as she tried to fit the wires back together.

I have a secret to tell
From my electrical well
It's a simple message and I'm leaving out the whistles and bells
So the room must listen to me
Filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary one note spelled l-i-t-e ...

[OOC: Open shop/post.]

Book Haven, Wednesday, 10/07

[not_a_moonie]

Somebody had decided the world needed a thousand-page regency romance that somehow also involved sexy vampires.

Alana didn't like that person very much. It wasn't so much the book itself -- though what she saw of it seemed dull -- as it was the fact she had to unpack dozens of copies of it and put them on a high shelf. Her arms were sore before she was halfway done.

The book of love is long and boring, she sang resentfully. No one can lift the damn thing. It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing...

Singing her way through it did not make the task any more fun.

[OOC: Open shop, open post!]

Around the Streets of Fandom (Rooftop Level), Wednesday

[spin_kick_snap]

The difference between how Kathy had felt yesterday after the fire and today after the healing were incomparable. She didn't hurt, either inside and out, she didn't feel like the least movement was capable of knocking her on her ass, and she wasn't struggling for each individual breath. Lord, was Anders good to have around! Just one more sign that people like Cassandra were wrong to try to keep mages imprisoned. People with his skills should be allowed to go out and help people, not locked away to molder out of fear of what they might do.

But those were thoughts for his next manifesto; Kathy was just glad to be able to run around outside again at full speed. Footsteps thundered overhead as she darted about town; vaulting over the edge of Demon Marcus, dashing along the roofline of Luke's, keeping an eye out for Dante's cat as she sped across the Kwik Stop to somersault over to Atlas Gym.

And, of course, she sang while she ran, because that's just what kind of day it was. "One jump ahead of the slowpokes. One skip ahead of my doom. Next time gonna use a nom de plume!" The Ukrainians were not her biggest fans right now; several of her girls had mentioned a sizable reward being offered for information about who she was under her rainbow mask. "One jump ahead of the hit men--" that was true enough! "One hit ahead of the flock. I think I'll take a stroll around the block.."

Run. Leap. Dash. Dive. Over this retaining wall, around that antenna, running up this wall to bounce over to another. The streets of Fandom were narrow enough that she could fling herself across them, trusting in her own speed to get her safely to the other side.

"One jump ahead of the hoof beats!" she sang, while a rickshaw driver shook his fist and yelled, "Vandal!" in her wake. "One hop ahead of the hump! One trick ahead of disaster--" She nearly landed on a vicious looking bit of fence, twisting her body in the air to narrowly avoid it. "They're quick, but I'm much faster!" She changed directions, heading for the highest roof in town. "Here goes, better throw my hand in. Wish me happy landin'. All I gotta do is...juuuuuump!"

Freefall.

[Open for interaction pretty much anywhere in town. Many thanks to rebelseekspizza for the song suggestion!]

Town Hall, Wednesday

[fjordicswagger]

On the ugh-side, it was Singing Day again. Tamsin was not a fan.

On the fun side, it turned out Bright Eyes wasn't a fan either.

Which meant Tamsin spent the entire day wandering around the office singing obnoxiously at the top of her voice. It was possible she wasn't even actually compelled to do so.

"I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
You're living in the past, it's a new generation
A girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation
Oh no, not me

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
Never said I wanted to improve my station
An' I'm only doin' good when I'm havin' fun
An' I don't have to please no one!"

Bright Eyes sobbed into her paperwork.

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