The park, Saturday morning

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal had no idea where he was. It looked European, but the signs were in English. It certainly wasn't anywhere in Lithuania, let alone near the orphanage. After a while slinking through the town, he'd eventually given up and found a secluded space between some bushes in a park to sleep.

Now he was sitting with his back to a tree, eating one of his purloined apples and watching the flamingos and ducks.


[OOC: Open park!]

Jeff, God of Biscuits, Friday afternoon

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

Jessica found keys and an ID with an address in her costume last night, which was a little weird. She tracked the place down, found the apartment, and was able to let herself in. She found clothes and a bed to sleep in, a few photos of people who looked kind of familiar, and so many suggestions that she was in the home of an alternate universe version of herself.

So she wasn't going to sweat the clothes or dinner or breakfast too much. Or a lunch out. To be fair, she was just getting a bagel. That was barely anything.

Still, as she sat in J,GoB and looked out into the town, she wondered how exactly the alternate her ended up in a tiny little town like this.

The Perk, Saturday afternoon

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Plus side: when Anakin woke up in his office, he knew where he was.

Minus side: He had no idea what he was doing in a teacher's office and so bolted out of there before Principal Washburn could discover him. He went into town for recon--he couldn't feel the people he normally could, and it was really, really bothering him.

Lightsaber at his hip, Padawan braid over his shoulder and a pinched look on his face, Anakin stalked through the park and ended up at the coffee shop where he demanded coffee: black. Like his mood.

[OOC: Behold Anakin and all of his 2006 glory. Open!]

Around Town, Saturday Night

[imafuturist]

Tony was in the future. He was in the future, had an apartment, robot butler, and no one to realize he was a giant freaking nerd. Also, the apartment was surprisingly well stocked in alcohol.

So, a party was to happen.

Look, Rhodey was basically 70% of his college era impulse control in social situations. It was clearly all his fault for not going AWOL to check on his suddenly teen bestie. This is what happens when you let boarding schools and bad 80's movies raise your genius child, Howard.

Which would be why there were invitations to a party stapled around town.

Awesome Party!
49 Minotaur Lane

And then, like an after thought at the bottom:

There will be beer

Aw yeah, it was gonna be totally tubular.

[[establishy, but open sure!]]