Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden had listened to the radio, and by now she had figured out that something bad was going on. She wasn't sure if she should be worried, but since she had been warned that bad things happened regularly, all she had done was to get herself a gun and shoot some slugs on the way to the flower shop.

No, she didn't expect anyone to buy flowers today. In fact she would be suspicious if they did. But at least she could keep an eye on what was going on, and spend the day shooting whatever slugs that were slithering past on the street, a cup of tea standing next to her. It was good practice too. She needed that.

[Open!]

The Street Near the Park, Saturday Afternoon

[myownface]

Sparkle was whistling merrily to himself as he walked down the road, thoughtfully sizing up a sprig of the mistletoe that he'd... procured... from the flower shop earlier. It was like everyone on the island forgot what he was good at, or had just never known. Picking locks, pocketing things that didn't belong to him...

It was a shame it was all going to end soon, really. For the first time in a long while, Sparkle actually felt useful.

Now if only he could find the little green one that had sent him off for supplies...

He paused to pat a slug on the head, giving it a pleasant grin. If it wasn't all about to burn, he'd almost be sad he couldn't keep one as a pet.

[OOC: Open streets, crazy Sparkle!]

Luke's Diner, Saturday

[what_the_shock]

Miguel had no intentions of opening the diner today what with everything going on.

He was, however, going to go there and make sure the staff had been smart enough to stay home.

He facepalmed. "Okay, look," he told the cook, "I'm impressed you showed up and your work ethic's great. Now let's get you home in one piece, okay?"

After that, he'd be coming back to run the busboy home.

Then the dishwasher.

Apparently none of them had a self-preservation instinct.


Lukes was...sort of open, until Miguel got everyone home safely.


[OOC: Open post! Feel free to drop by when Miguel's there or when he isn't.]

The Streets of Fandom, Saturday

[misshapen_spark]

 "Fireball special, incoming!"  The cheery voice was probably at odds to the music of bullet casings hitting the pavement, as Yang incinerated another slug using her shotgun gauntlets.  "Aw yeah, that makes fifty-seven.  Who's up next, ugly little dudes?"  

Her gauntlets rotated and reloaded, and Yang spun about, looking for her next target.  It wasn't punching Grimm, but it was the closest she'd gotten since getting here, and it was good target practice.  "Batter up!"  

Yeah, she'd be at this for awhile.  

[OOC: Open!]