Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

It'd been one of the weirdest weeks for Kitty, who was still stuck in her suit so she could interact with the world and spent a good portion of every day now simply trying to be solid. Since Clint had a class today, she had an excuse to get some sense of normalcy back in Fandom, cuddling puppies and catching up on radio to see what she'd missed. And okay, it was kind of a relief that she didn't have to explain her absence to a lot of worried people here, but the fact that no one had really seemed to notice or care that she'd been presumed dead for weeks had her feeling not so great about being back, too.

And she'd been able to try and ditch that feeling by getting to the bar for her regular shift, and trying to figure out what kind of a disaster she'd left behind when she'd been gone all this time. At least that should keep her busy.

[Home sick. For the love of god, entertain me.]

Freedom Arms | Tuesday

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

York was technically at work today but he wasn't doing much working. He was actually...napping. Napping would be the word for what he was doing right now. Look, he had a late night drinking. It happens.

[ngl SP in effect 'cause I'm still playing Fallout 4]

Kwik Stop Rooftop, Tuesday Afternoon

[rebelseekspizza]

"Stop starin' at it, you won't like it."

The cat had taken an interest in the bottle Dante had brought with him. The label on the bottle had half been peeled off already, and Dante idly scratched at it some more as he talked.

"Not kitty-proof. Okay? Stick with the milk. It's good for your bones."

The cat reached out and swiped at the bottle. Dante pulled a face. "You serious?" he said, tipping the bottle towards the cat for two seconds. It sniffed, then immediately recoiled.

Dante took a swig. "Told you. This is not the stuff you should be milking humans for."

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Stark Industries, Tuesday

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

Jessica was hard at work today, sketching out ideas with some input from Jarvis. If she was going to be dedicating herself to making sure the world she lived in was the best world she could make it, she had one thing she really needed to tackle: the jail in the Trooper Station had to be capable of holding prisoners.

Yes, she was still holding a grudge from like her second week back in Fandom. And while the jail didn't get much use - thankfully - it really needed to be upgraded to hold your average elder god or what-have-you. She just needed to figure out how.

The shop was open and hard at work.