Stark Industries, Friday

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Peridot was looking a little more sullen than usual as she clunk-CLUNKed her way in to work that morning. For all of her looking (and the help she'd had in doing so), she hadn't been able to locate her missing gravity connector. And, well, she needed that. She'd be relegated to a lifetime of lopsided clunking without, and Gems lived for a very long time.

It was around noon when the small troupe of gremlins poured in through the front door, one of them holding the foot in question high over its little gremlin head. It had been decorated in dried wildflowers from the planetoid with the campground on it, and smelled faintly of grease and tomato sauce. Apparently one of Peridot's memory loss minions had found it out on the rocky bits, and had taken it home as a memento of their time together.

According to the other gremlins, it had actually been a bit creepy.

Peridot would thank anybody coming in to Stark Industries at about noon to not say one word about the group hug involving four gremlins, one little green alien, and a disembodied foot.

[OOC: Open! Flying without OCD, because I'm lazy as usual!]

The streets of Fandom to the Park, Friday afternoon

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie Pie just flew back in from Equestria, and boy were her arms tired! Hahaha, no. She didn't have arms, for one. Also, she used a portal. But she was kinda tired, having spent the first ten minutes after arriving screaming back at the sun so it wouldn't feel too lonely and different. She stopped when she got a little hoarse (*rimshot*) and went sproinging off through town, pleased as punch to be back and waving happily to everypony she passed, whether she'd met them before or not.

The screaming sun was new and . . . fun? . . . but everything else looked about how it did before. She was pleased to see the flower shop appeared to be under new management. Over all, it looked like Fandom had weathered the summer perfectly well without her.

Then she trotted past a certain new statue in the park, and stopped sharply enough to make squealing brake noises. She backed up -- complete with beeping from a vehicle her world didn't have and the island never saw -- and stared up at the face of Discord.

"What in the goddamn hell is he doing here?!"

[ooc: Pinkie's baaaaaaaaaack. Open!]

Across the Island, Friday Morning

[endsthegame]

One moment, there was cheese.

The next-- the familiar sight of the Baltimore countryside. Fandom had returned home.

... or at least, you could be forgiven for thinking that. At least up until the moment the sun reared its terrifying face and screamed.

Oops. Missed.

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Groovy Tunes, Friday

[rebelseekspizza]

There was a sun screaming outside? No problem. Dante worked at the best possible place to deal with that.

He had a nice, loud old classic blasting over the stereo at top volume. He had that black-and-red guitar from last week. And he knew three chords and where the volume knob was on the amp now.

Screw you, screaming sun. Dante could beat you at the noise game. No problem.

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Covent Garden Flowers, Friday

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It was probably silly to keep coming back here, but Peter really did like taking care of things, and the smell of greenery. His nerves were a bit on edge today; there was weird, and then there was screaming. He'd heard enough of that to last several lifetimes, and being in a place with enough of a seal to block it out and things to soak up the rest of it helped.

He was cleaning off the counter with some polish he'd found when a man, looking a bit harried but still with a huge smile, came in. With boxes. And a delivery slip. Peter tried to explain that no, he really wasn't the owner, and he hadn't ordered anything, but every time he protested, the guy opened the door to confer with someone outside, and there was screaming, and in the end, Peter just gave in and signed for whatever it was.

It turned out to be a lot of flowers and a good assortment of plants and herbs, too.

Well, he couldn't just leave them in the boxes, could he?

It looked like the flower shop was open for business. Sort of.


[Open post! No OCD.]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

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Tiny was actually vaguely concerned when Allie didn't show up for her shift at expected. At least until the DJ explained that the bright, screaming sun probably meant that she was at her apartment, still asleep.

You could almost see the light go off in Tiny's head. Five minutes later, the best of Gloria Gayner was playing, and Tiny was sipping a Mai Tai.

It was going to be one of those nights.

[Mod Tiny! Allie will be back when the sun sets]