Caritas- Thursday daytime

[throughaphase]

Kitty usually came in to do non-bar tending work in the daytime, when she didn't have to worry about customers or watching things. She could just set up shop at a lounge table with a bunch of papers and her laptop and get things paid, etc.

And at this time she didn't have to worry about terrible zombie music so she'd set the sound system to play the only music she could find: karaoke background music.

[Not tonight's Caritas post! For one, but can be open.]

J,GOB, Thursday Afternoon

[imafuturist]

After class, it was time to refuel for Tony. Which meant coffee and whatever pastry sounded like a good idea during the minute or so wait before he could place an order at the counter.

Impulse buying was fun like that.

So, with enough coffee to give him heart problems again and a croissant, he took a seat in the window of the shop to pretend he was people watching. Because people tended to frown on blankly staring at a wall while you sifted through data feeds and traffic video of specific areas in Queens for any sign of HYDRA or HAMMER activity.

...man did he hope no more groups starting with H showed up. It'd just get annoying.

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The Perk, Thursday Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

Atton couldn't stay here. He was aware of that much; he needed time to deal with the whirling dust the past month or so had kicked up, and he wasn't going to be able to do it here. Especially not with Sparkle being in the state he was. It sucked, bailing on the kid, but it was better for everyone involved.

He had an hour left before his portal arrived, so he swung by the Perk, picking up something with caramel in it. He picked a booth somewhere at the front of the house and sank down in a seat, cup in hand, and considered the streets outside. It wasn't the same without the familiar Maryland skies, anyway, he figured.

Or maybe that was just him.

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Post office, Thursday

[intotheout]

Tip's mom sent her a care package most weeks. She was still apparently having separation anxiety or empty nest syndrome or whatever it was you got when your teenage daughter went away for boarding school for high school and left her alien best friend back home where it was still pretty easy to nearly mix up the salt shaker with the chlorine shaker. Since Tip worked in the post office, it was usually easiest to just pick up her package at work and dig right into it.

Today's included a bright shiny new teen romance novel, the cover of which featured the silhouette of a human -- probably a girl, judging by the hair -- leaning their head against a much smaller, suspiciously dome shaped figure -- which could belong to any one of the Boov's seven genders. The two looked out across a weirdly empty desert landscape under the curve of a grotesquely purple moon. The title: Love By the Gorg Light.

"Oh my god." Tip stared at the cover, not sure whether to be amused or appalled. She didn't even ask Bill to pardon her language before she flipped it over to skim the back. Instant bestseller! Best new romance of the post-invasion era! -- New New York Times, it read. Their love is forbidden and anatomically improbable, said another quote, this one from some blogger Tip had never heard of, but Jessica and Abba Zabba's romance will leave you breathless.

Based on a true story, said the last quote, in text twice the size of any of the others. No really. I saw it. I was there. -- Dan Landry.

Tip sat down sharply, landing on the floor in front of the counter. Bill let out a stream of distressed bubbles and hovered. "Oh my god," she said again. And laughed so hard she cried.

[open!]

Demon Marcus, Thursday

[boneyard_girl]

Ada had gone straight to work after class, and was now dressing up the mannequins as astronauts. Or astronaut-ish. Lots of silver. The occasional alien deely-booper-head-thing. Lots of paper stars hanging from the ceiling.

Look, you leave a girl on an asteroid long enough, she's going to create a display that looks like something out of a space-themed 90s Super Sentai show.

Demon Marcus was open, and Ada was around if you needed help.

The Park, Thursday Morning

[crimson_sister]

Lucille had escaped the bubble hut, doing her best to avoid Ringo. She had in fact tried to avoid Ringo ever since that strange day, which made rooming together a little difficult. Dante had been easier to keep clear of, as that was what she did usually anyway. Now she was sitting on a bench near the pond, occasionally glaring at the ducks and flamingos.

[open!]