Stark Industries- Sunday

[thatwaslucky]

Rey had totally been here the last couple weeks even if her player is a flake. And today when she was trying to fix some things that had been brought in (a lot of phones came in over the weekend, apparently), she found that anytime she went to look for a tool it was buried in cherries.

Rey had no idea. Just, no idea.

Groovy Tunes, Sunday

[furnaceface]

So, Jono hadn't opened the music shop yesterday on account of yesterday being Hannibal's birthday, and everything that entailed. (Mostly, it had entailed a trip to the opera. Which Jono wouldn't have picked for himself, no, but again, Hannibal's birthday.) Which meant that today, he was working on placing an order that he should have put in yesterday evening, as well as the usual restocking, cleaning, tuning the instruments on the far wall, threatening the stereo, tidying the music books, threatening the stereo again, putting in earplugs, alphabetizing the heavy metal section, throwing his arms in the air, unplugging the stereo, taking the stereo apart, throwing the stereo's component parts into the rubbish bin, taking them outside, and burning them.

Okay, some of those things were more unusual than others.

But they were necessary. After the thirtieth repeat play-through of What's New Pussycat, with one random instance of It's Not Unusual thrown in midway just to give Jonothon a false sense of security, stereo murder had been inevitable.

So, it was a quiet afternoon at the Groovy Tunes.

This was for the best.

[OOC: Open! OCD-free!]

Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

"AAAAAAAAAAAAH OH MY GOD."

Sparkle had just opened the newest shipment of hooded fleece shawls that he'd put in an order for. They grinned back up at him. They had ears and big googly eyes and whiskers and they were grinning at him.

It probably went without saying that he was pulling one from its packaging and pulling it on to wear it throughout the rest of the day, right? Right. Because Sparkle was shameless and it was grinning.

Just wait until he opened the pajamas.

[OOC: Open! OCD-free! I... actually own that shawl, don't judge me.]