Stark Industries, Friday

[era_two_triangle]

Moment of truth. Today was going to be the day that Peridot put her prototype Homeworld communication system into trial runs. It wasn't that she didn't like the island or the... vaguely terrifying notions of growth and self worth that people kept trying to instill in her. It was more that, if there was any chance that this was an Earth that had been ravaged by the Crystal Gem rebellion and subsequent Homeworld retaliation in the past, she wanted out of here before the whole planet went boom.

So really, it was nothing personal, Fandom. It was just possible that this planet had an expiry date, and Peridot had no intentions of sticking around to find out when.

She took one last look at the communications device that she'd built out of scrap, and then took one deep breath and turned the thing on. It immediately started throwing a sound at her of a pitch and volume that put feedback to shame, and then the device refused to turn off. And it continued to screech until, twenty minutes of attempting to fine-tune or at least muffle the thing later, she got fed-up and smashed the thing on the floor.

And then stomped on it.

Repeatedly.

A few moments of blissful silence filled the room after the last pointed stomp.

"I-"

"Quiet, JARVIS."

[OOC: Open! Standard work SP caveat applies.]

Community Center Class: Flavors, Food Choices, and Menu Planning

[sharp_as_knives]

When everybody had gathered around the counter again, Hannibal nodded and began.

( Last week we covered the basic tastes. )

Groovy Tunes, Half an Hour Before Closing Time, Friday

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante wasn't twitchy anymore.

... Much.

He'd woken up an hour ago and dragged his ass back to the bus station. Then he'd realized he'd opened up the shop that morning and he'd never taken the 'out to lunch' sign down (never mind missing the StuCo meeting, but whatever) and out of some sense of - ugh - budding responsibility (and maybe a bit of dorms avoidance) he found it in him to walk back to the store as soon as he hit the causeway. Settled behind the counter. Snagged a hidden bottle of something out from behind it, and glared at the blue guys.

Groovy Tunes was open. For like... half an hour, and with a Dante so brooding you'd probably have trouble recognizing him as the guy at the party last night, but still. Open.

[[ open! ]]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

Allie had her nose stuck in her book as Tiny flirted wtih the DJ.

In other words. It was just another night at the Devil's Nest.

Caritas, Friday, Sept. 16

[living_endless]

There were the beginnings of a chill in the air as Didi got to work that night -- more the idea of fall to come, than autumn itself. And she had cases of cranberry ale and pumpkin spice vodka to unpack.

In a few weeks, she'd be as tired of pumpkin spiced things as anyone. But that night, it was nice to pour a shot of the vodka into a mug of warmed milk and nurse it as she went about her business.

[OOC: Open bar, no OCD!]