Caritas, Thursday

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara staggered into work with a half-empty bottle of ryncol in hand, her leathers spattered with some very nasty looking goo, and a disturbingly cheerful grin.

Turns out the Krogan she'd roped into helping her out with class earlier hadn't been lying about thresher maws.

[Open, no ocd.]

Stark Industries, Friday

[era_two_triangle]

Peridot was still in a mood. But then, Peridot figured she had every reason to be, what with the lopsided gait she had going for her these days. She still hadn't managed to locate her missing foot, and suspected that it was no longer in the rocky bits at all, that maybe something had made off with it during the time she'd spent rebuilding her body in her Gem last week.

So today, she was trying to come up with some sort of lost foot detection device. So far she'd destroyed three iPhones, a hairdryer, and an old switchboard (why did they even have that here?) in order to do it, and she thought she might actually be making progress. Sort of. Getting Gem technology to interface with Earth components was still tricky. She might have to ask the Andrew to get his partner on the case, yet.

Stark Industries is open! And the Gem watching the desk will help you even if one of her legs is currently a foot taller than the other. Probably.

[OOC: Open and OCD-free!]

Groovy Tunes, Friday

[rebelseekspizza]

Yeah, Dante was happy to be back in the store with his own hands where they should be. And today? Today, the stereo was actually cooperating, blasting out no small number of somewhat lighthearted techno tracks. The summery kind, albeit with some kickass drums. It felt like a day for it.

He rummaged around the guitar section after he got that sorted out. Skipped over some of the more normal-looking ones in favor of the weirder stuff. Jagged edges and weird patterns and--

Okay, finally he settled on poking at a nice, regular black-and-red one. So sue him. He liked the colors.

[[ open! though possible sp warning due to the headache from hell. ]]

Drinking Games! - Community Center Friday

[sarcasm-duh.livejournal.com]

Archer was late. In his mind he was only late fifteen minutes but in fact he had missed class the last two weeks mostly because he was a complete idiot and had forgotten he was even teaching a class on drinking.

Of course last week everyone had been a pony so that made it weird.

"Right. Drinking games. The first rule in drinking games is that everyone wins at drinking games because we're drinking," he declared. "The second rules is if you puke then you're a loser even though you won. Or something."

He punctuated that thought with a long slow sip of his martini as he gestured to the bevy of alcohol he had laid out in front of him. Some of it possibly pilfered from Caritas.

"Today's game is I never. I heard something about introductions on the first of class and that sounds lame. This is a much better way to get to know each other and how awful a person you might be."

Archer would no doubt "win" this game.

"Okay I'll go first. I've never slept with... wait. I have done that. Uhhhhh. I've never banged a... Nope. Did that too. Hmm."

This might take a while.

The streets of Fandom, near the park, Friday evening

[2_old_for_this]

[Continues on from here!]

Peter pulled hard, desperate for his own world or anywhere else, then stumbled and fell, catching himself on a cobblestone street. He lay there, casting just enough of a look around to recognize he was on Earth or someplace enough like it, and tried to still his head from spinning and make himself stand.

Well, at least he wasn't in Hell.



[OOC: Open post! Come greet the bloody, half-healed, dazed, traumatized mage-vampire! He's really nice, promise!]