Groovy Tunes, Saturday

[furnaceface]

Well, Jono wasn't a teenager today. Which for most people was a given, but considering his track record between the island and his own home reality, sometimes he needed to check to be sure. Being not-a-teenager, of course, meant that he still had adult responsibilities. Like opening shop, putting out new merchandise, tuning the guitars, and... telling the tiny blue people who lived under his shelving that if they were going to have wild parties at night, at least have the decency to clean up the wreckage of weird blue berries and tiny streamers that were strewn about before anybody came in to open shop.

Honestly, now.

Groovy Tunes was open, and Jono was making faces while he tried to mop berry juice stains from the floor.

[OOC: .... I woke up entirely too early and actually watched a Smurf Halloween special because it was well animated and I was intrigued. Open, OCD free.]

The Perk, Saturday Morning

[myownface]

Sparkle hadn't slept in his bed last night.

Hell, come to that, Sparkle still hadn't slept. He hadn't even been on the island. He'd been in Baltimore, in Dr. Lecter's former neighbourhood (it was familiar enough), causing the sort of minor chaos that had gotten him into trouble more than once back in Toronto. He hadn't broken into anybody's houses, no, but more than a few of the rich snobby sorts would be waking up to find their garden sheds broken into, mostly worthless items missing that they probably wouldn't notice were gone for months. Or until their gardener brought it to their attention.

Sparkle sighed and clutched to a coffee that was too big for sane human consumption, and poked listlessly at the contents of his open backpack.

"Stupid," he muttered, pulling out a spool of weed-whacker twine and turning it over in his hand. "Stupid stupid stupid stupid."

Apparently it was going to take more than a night of petty theft for him to start feeling more like himself again. But hey. It had been worth a shot.

[OOC: I have the apartment to myself all weekend, so clearly the thing to do is camp out on the couch and RP. Open!]

Stark's, Saturday

[kenselvren]

When Jalian arrived at Stark's today, there was a...thing...in the middle of the floor. It looked mostly as if someone had smashed a toaster oven...radio?

"JARVIS?" she asked. "What is this?"

"A communication device, I believe," JARVIS answered. He added wryly, "It doesn't work."

"That isn't surprising," Jalian said. She rolled her eyes and set about repairing the thing.

"I believe, Miss," JARVIS started.

"Don't worry," she insisted. "I can do it."

One of these days, someone would listen to JARVIS. Today wasn't that day.


[OOC: Open post! Thanks to angry_pie_slice for the device description.]

Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

[2_old_for_this]

Peter was in the shop, putting out flowers and plants he'd had delivered this week. After that, he would be flipping through catalogues in paper and online. The weekend had left him just a bit nostalgic for the roses and greens of Byzantium, and he wondered if anything like them was still available.

[OOC: Open post! No OCD.]