Stark Industries, Friday

[midichlorianfail]

The murder-roomba was sad.

Instead of attacking Theron's ankles, it kept rolling up to him, spinning in place, and waving its roboclaw at him. In the roboclaw was a bunch of long feathers that Theron had shed while he'd been a bird.

Which was how Theron came to be painting the murder-roomba pink and grey.

[Open.]

The C.I.C., Saturday Afternoon - Evening

[bookbeltof_love]

"So, like, what do you think??????"

The raven had no real opinion. Not that Nina had really expected it to have one, but since the bird was busy peering at her doodles she figured it didn't hurt to ask.

After her conversation with Prompto last night, Nina was hard at work trying to figure out what the three of them could all wear that would be something that all of them would be willing to wear in the name of being a team.

Given their varying senses of fashion, it was harder than it should have been. Nina definitely didn't want to wear black—which Prompto favoured—and so far Vette hadn't offered too many opinions on what her colour preferences even were.

Ugh.

Maybe something in gold or silver? Either would look super great with Prompto's black and both her and Vette's skin tones. But would Prompto even wear it?

The C.I.C. is Open!

[And OCD free!]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Saturday

[raspberryturk]

So, things on the island were... weird. Ish. Reno hadn't seen evidence of Kathy coming into the shop in a while, which had him faintly on edge. But beyond that, he had his own shit to prepare for.

And so that was what he was doing today, after doing the obligatory topping-up of the condom bowl and dusting off the giant chicken. He had some important arranging to do, charting out maps on loose bits of receipt paper and sending messages to Elena back in his own reality asking her to send him some encrypted files containing the known locations and dates of Sephiroth appearances in their world's timeline.

He'd been kind of out of it, through a lot of that mess. His 'injuries,' and all.

It had been a hell of a time.

Once Elena got back to him with the info he needed, he forwarded it along to Iris. And then he picked out the obligatory dirty item to mail along to the younger Tseng. Because who even was he, if he wasn't tormenting some world's iteration of the boss?

[OOC: Open, if you want to visit a busy Turk in a sex shop!]

Luke's Diner, Saturday

[what_the_shock]

Miguel was a little late today, on account of I kept getting sidetracked being up late in his lab at the palace making a flower for Ino. He showed up to disdainful looks from the cook and dishwasher and a haughty sniff from the busboy.

"First person to say anything gets fed to my new project," Miguel declared. "What kinds of waffles are you making today?"

The cook pointed pointedly at the specials sign.

Miguel looked and rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

Today's Specials:
Western omelet
Enchilada omelet with sausage
Bacon, cheese, and peanut butter omelet

Luke's was open!

[No OCD!]

Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

[1000yearstoolate]

This was the kind of day when the shop behaved like a normal flower shop, and that naturally made Seivarden suspicious, As the day went on though, it remained quiet, so she spent a few hours working on flower arrangements, and trying two different kinds of tea.

She was sleepy though. Issa wasn't happy about staying at the hotel, and liked making her displeasure known in the middle of the night. Something had to be done about that situation.

The flower arrangements were colourful, and they managed to make Seivarden smile.

[Open!]

Second Meeting of the Drunk and Bored Club, The Beach, Saturday evening

[what_the_shock]

Hey, they were a regular club with meetings and all, they couldn't just slack off, could they?

Eh, probably.

But still, after work, Miguel was heading home and picking up a bottle of rum and a twelve-pack of something he'd been assured was a pretty decent cider (he was leaving the beer to Fjord), then hitting the beach. And scraping together the remnants of a fire to rekindle it, since it was just a little chilly.

He sat in the sand and waited.


[Open post! No OCD, though feel free to ignore the "club" if you want to beach on your own.]