The Park; Saturday Morning [07/15].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer woke up not knowing where she was, or why the Giant heavenly Heads had sent her there, but who was she to question the great Giant Heads? She wouldn't lie to herself, though, she liked this place better than the arena. It reminded her more of home, so it was a nice change of pace. She gathered up her Mortys and left the dormitory to find a place more suitable for prayer, to ask the Giant Heads for guidance.

That place ended up being the park, where the big expanse of sky without a single Head was mildly distressing to her.

"Oh, Great Big Heads!" With her Mortys frolicking and wrestling each other in the grass, Summer sank to her knees and implored the heavens. "I am honored to have been chosen to be sent here to do your bidding, but I request guidance. What would you have me do, O Giant Heads? Shall I battle my Mortys in this new place to your glory and honor? I will gladly battle them to the death if I must, and I pray that you will not be disappointed with my humble attempts to serve you, but I know you will be pleased. If there is anyone who can please you, you know it is I. May my efforts complete you as you complete me. Praise be the Head."

The Heads worked in mysterious ways, and she was but their humble servant, ready to throw down and kick ass (via her Mortys, anyway) in their name.

At least until it was time to find some potatoes.


[[open, of course, for all your park-related (and potential Morty-battling) needs]]

The Perk; Saturday Afternoon [07/15].

[merchant_of_miracles]

After a bit of wandering around and letting some groovy scat beats move his feet, Scaramouche the Merciless finally found himself in a place where he could get himself that drinky-poo he'd been thinking about. Not exactly the type of drinky-poo he initially had in mind, but caffeine was good, too, baby. So he flashed the barista his best metallic grin and ordered himself one of those fancy sugary blended concoctions that seemed all the rage these days.

"Great thing about being a robot, babe," he informed her, completely oblivious to the glare he earned each time he sputtered the b-word. "I don't have to worry about my girlish figure. And you put that right on Aku's tab....what do you mean, you don't know Aku? Aku-ka-choo? Aku-karracha? Aku, master of darkness?"

Still nothing. Scaramouche let out a long whistle, pulling out some cash from his jacket. "Man, baby, I must really be out in the sticks, but I can dig it. At least the coffee's better. Cheers, babe."

With a wink, he took his beverage in hand and turned with a flourish, his orange scarf managing to flow in some unseen breeze, as he scatted his way to a table. "~Zee bee bop bop bah dah bah daaaaa~."

[[and open perk is open!]]