Luke's, Thursday Afternoon

[geniuswithasmartphone]

After leaving the radio station, Hardison had gone running after his shirt and scarf, intent upon getting them back from the wind. It was just wind, how hard could it be?

...By the time Hardison returned to Luke's, he was wearing nothing more than some strategically placed shamrocks and a scowl. Someone had fought the wind all right. And that someone was not successful.

Normally, he would have just headed right upstairs and gotten new clothes, but the smells coming out of the kitchen were enough to draw him in. "Not a damn word," he said, holding up a finger to forestall the staff. "We ain't even talkin' about it. Just fill up my plate and don't say another word."

Today's Specials
Apple and Brown Sugar Corned Beef with Irish Heritage Cabbage
Sausage Coddle
Irish Tea Cake

[Open, though the OCD is flying as freely as Hardison is!]

Fandom Trooper Station, Thursday

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

Jessica had been back in Fandom for just over a year now. Since the day she missed the destruction of her world by helping to prevent a completely unrelated multiversal calamity, she had been through so much. Half-eaten by a vampire who drained her energy. Defeating then losing an elder God. Making new friends and seeing old ones off. Meeting God-King Doom mask to mask and surviving. Renovating the jail cells to handle just about anything. She had even had private time with a woman, something friends of hers probably would have applauded if they hadn't been destroyed, horribly.

In the past year, she lost everything, rebuilt, and met her true potential on several levels. She was in a good place now.

And that's why it was so effing annoying that the wind stole her jacket, shirt, and (most impressively) bra and she was walking into the trooper station with only shamrocks covering her upper anatomy. "Ralph, I need a shirt," she said.

One year, she though as she caught the standard trooper top. One freaking year.

Demon Marcus, Thursday

[boneyard_girl]

By the time Ada made it to work today, she was partially clothed in obnoxious shamrocks. Obnoxious because she'd liked that top, dammit, and buying new bras was always a pain in the butt.

Of course that meant that she was going to take advantage of people's misfortune. If she had to suffer, so did everyone else:

Not feeling lucky? Turn in your shamrocks for 10% off your purchase today.

Demon Marcus was open, and your shop assistant is using today as an excuse to pick out new summer clothes.

[OOC: OCD FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE}]

The Perk, Thursday Afternoon

[so_hawkward]

With a little over a week until the wedding, Clint was finally getting around to the big task Kitty had asked him to take care of--figuring out where all of their guests would be sitting. Under normal circumstances, this would be awkward enough, but there were more than familial differences to take into consideration. Old teams, new teams, people who might want to kill each other in one universe but wouldn't know each other in another...

On top of everything else, the wind had stolen Clint's shirt, so he'd had to opt for sitting inside and spreading the guest list out on a table, with nothing but shamrocks on his chest and some pants. At least the shamrocks might keep him from getting pinched.

[Open!]