The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani had plans to take the horses out for a long ride along the beach/edge of space. After rushing through her chores, she popped into her office and shut the door to change out of her t-shirt and jeans for more appropriate riding apparel, except the jacket, top, and riding breeches she'd brought with her had gone missing. After searching endlessly, she gave up and went to put her original clothes back on.

But now her t-shirt and jeans were also missing. The only thing Dani could find was a horse blanket to wrap around herself. At least it was clean, but there was no way Dani could ride on horseback while holding it in place. She wasn't that enthusiastic about recreating Lady Godiva's famous ride, either. So Dani sent the horses into the paddock to graze, then tried to put the tack away as best she could with one hand while the other kept the blanket closed.

The Gig was open, and clothing was not required.

Groovy Tunes, Saturday

[furnaceface]

//You were somehow behind this, weren't you?//

Jono was having a day. The sort of day that had him coming to work wearing a pair of jogging bottoms and one sock. It would have been two socks, but he'd turned his back on the other one for all of two seconds that morning after his daily run because Joni had knocked over a lamp.

Presumably because his shirt making a bid for freedom had spooked the hell out of her.

And Jono could blame Fandom today. It wasn't as though it would be difficult, after all. But it was a Saturday, which meant that he'd be at the Groovy Tunes, and that meant that his favourite scapegoat was going to be right there.

//Don't even try to tell me otherwise.//

The stereo, unimpressed, simply turned itself on and started playing Hot In Herre.

//I hate you.//

[OOC: Idek. Open! OCD-free because lazy, as usual.]

Atlas Gym, Saturday afternoon

[heroic_jawline]

Steve'd had an early morning meeting with Director Fury about appearing at the National Mall's Memorial Day celebration in a few weeks (apparently "World War II is really popular again, Cap", which he had some thoughts about, but he'd kept them to himself), and so he'd gone from his meeting straight to the gym to take out some frustrations on a few punching bags.

And then the treadmill.

And the weights.

He'd piled his nasty workout clothing on top of his new tac suit and had taken a shower, just like always.

And came out to only a pair of track pants in his locker.

"Um?" he called out, hoping someone was around as he came back into the gym shirtless and slightly annoyed about it. "Anyone seen my clothes?"

[OOC: Eye candy brought to you by the laundry strike! So very open.]