Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle was a freaking trooper, that was what he was, hauling his ass out of bed today to go work at the clothing store. Sure, it wasn't like it was a long walk, and the streets were quiet and if anybody on the island had warm clothing to bundle up into before going outside these days it was obviously the guy who was running the clothing store, so the whole trek hadn't been so bad.

It was the shoveling that he had to do once he got to Demon Marcus that sucked, clearing a pathway to the front door so that people wouldn't have to plow their own and then tromp snow and muck across the floor. That part had sucked.

So, once that was over with, he'd bundled himself up over at the counter and worked on today's sale sign.

IT'S WINTER
In Case You Didn't Notice
All Stock 40% Off If You Don't Track Snow Across My Clean Floor

Priorities.

[OOC: Open, OCD-free!]

Magic Box, Sunday, 01/24

[not_every_mage]

The snow was almost enough to make Anders miss the slush and mud of a Fereldan winter. He melted as much of it as he could stand with magic fire and then sat behind the counter, sipping hot tea and glaring at the mounds of snow that remained.

[ooc: open shop/post.]

Outside Stark's, Sunday afternoon

[heroic_jawline]

Yeah, Tony probably had some gismo that would melt the snow with a flip of a switch and also order Thai takeout, but Steve preferred the feel of good, honest manual labor.

Which was why he was outside with a shovel and an Iron Man-themed scarf, gloves, and hat (JARVIS was terribly apologetic, but that had been all he'd been able to find), digging out the walkways like a good post-snowstorm citizen.

He'd probably shovel out everyone else's walkways too. And then help elderly people cross the street. That was just how Steve rolled.

[OOC: It's 90 here. It's just not riiiight. So open.]