Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle didn't wanna.

He just... didn't, okay? It was his birthday. He was turning twenty. And the past year had been a shitty year. He'd lost a home, basically skipped out on his entire reality so that he wouldn't have to face the music and go to court, his heart had been broken, one of his friends was dead, and now his best-friend-slash-roomie was missing-presumed-not-dead-yet-fucking-hell-Atton. Sure, there were good things about the past year too. He'd met Leto, for one. Moved in with said best-friend-slash-roomie for another. But overall, on the big old scale of good versus shitty, Sparkle would be perfectly happy to not repeat that particular year of his life ever again.

He wasn't doing much at work today. Just sitting up on the counter lighting sparklers one by one and watching them burn out. Fuck it, he didn't care.

[OOC: Open!]

Stark Industries- Sunday

[thatwaslucky]

Someone had dropped off not one, but two waterlogged phones today. Rey was doing her best to fix them, but she wasn't that experienced with phones, and they were probably goners.

Mostly she was wondering why there were two.

[Open!]

Jeff, God of Biscuits, Sunday afternoon

[notcancelled.livejournal.com]

It was a busy day for Mayday. Not only did she get in her standard workout first thing in the morning, but she also arranged some volunteer work with somebody at the Wayne Foundation who was willing to come in on a Sunday. Since she only had to worry about class two days a week, that gave her plenty of time to help the, err, semi-local community in Maryland in addition to working on her workshops and her basketball training.

Now that all the heavy work was over, Mayday was able to get some lunch. The bagels weren't quite New York quality, but she wasn't going to complain about them. At least not out of narrative. But she was pretty sure the guy behind the counter could sense her quiet judgement. She was going to have to work on that.