The Perk- Saturday morning

[thatwaslucky]

Rey arrived a little late for her shift at the Perk. It was such a crazy day already! She'd fallen down a stair, she'd missed the train, and she'd broken a heel, all before getting here. So with a "Sorry sorry sorry!" (She was American now) she put on her apron and got behind the counter, and started making a customer's drink. Which she immediately spilled all over the counter.

"I see it's going to be one of those days."

One day she'd make it big and could have a better life. One day!


[Here, have a coffee shop AU! You can either talk to plucky romcom klutz heroine Rey or do your own thing!]

Selkie Peak; Late Saturday Morning [09/21].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Oh, would the ceaseless heartache never truly...cease?? Sidon was having a rough time that morning, feeling every bit as angusihed as he should, faced with the conundrum that tormented him with every waking hour of the day. To be tragically in love with someone that one could not have simply had to be the most exquisitely excruciating pain known to man and Zora alike! Because, of course, as the Zora prince, he had basically been betrothed since a hatchling to his future queen, a situation that had seemed perfectly fine and reasonable at first, but then...then! His heart had to go and foolishly betray him, causing him to fall inexplicably in love with someone he could truly never be with: a beautiful but lowly peasant, a former slave girl, the captivating cerulean commoner known simply as Vette!

Oh! To be overwhelmed with such ill-fated feelings toward a star-crossed love! Did one deny his own duty, his own destiny, his own people, in pursuit of such a passion? Or should he deny his very own heart, to reject his emotions and follow along with the soul-crushing expectations of a long life without such splendor?

It was a question that would weigh heavily upon him until he knew the solution, but, alas! Did such a solution exist? And where might one discover the answer to such a problematic puzzle? Perhaps, in the distance, on the horizon, as Sidon found a place that looked over the island, so he could stand there and gaze out and dwell over the peculiar particularities of his pernicious predicament!

Oh, that he would not ever have fallen in love at all! But to think of an existance so bleak, so dark, without that luminous light...!

He supposed he'd just stand out here, gazing out, waiting for the answers that might not come, for as long as he had to!

[[ look, Sidon just standing around, staring out into the vague distance isn't even a trope, that's a legit part of his character. The rest of it, though.... Post is totes open, but the thread with Breq should be considered last chronologically, please! ]]

The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[redhairgoldheart]

Mary was not sure what happened to her hotel while she was on her lengthy trip to rehab a health spa. It was bad enough that she found her room occupied by a gremlin wearing her best negligee. Now she was finding that available rooms were plentiful, but the same could not be said for beds.

"What do you mean there's only one bed per room? Even the standard rooms? But I remember them having at least two queen size beds!" Mary argued with her head housekeeper. "Those extra beds can't simply vanish, right?" That gave Mary pause, wondering if she had gotten rid of the extra beds while drinking and forgotten about it. It wouldn't have been her first brush with alcohol-induced amnesia.

"Never mind," she said, moving to her spot at the front desk. "I'll stay in my current room. Just see if you can get me a broom or a baseball bat so I can get that gremlin out of my underwear."

[Open!]

The streets of Fandom, Saturday morning

[intotheout]

Tip was just a token bookworm typical student, making her way into town that morning to go find some breakfast, her nose buried in a thick, luridly covered romance novel. You would think the way she bumped shoulders with nearly every NPC passerby she met would make her look up from the book, but no, all she did was murmur a distracted "excuse me," her voice low and painfully shy, and turn the page.

She was halfway across a street when she suddenly paused, pressing her hand to her mouth.

"Oh my god," she whispered. "They were roommates!"

She never saw the rickshaw coming.

[for one, but potentially open after that thread!]

The Devil's Nest, Saturday, September 21

[texted3times]

Oh look, a bar made almost entirely of dark corners and weird NPC customers if you were looking for a Guy to Do a Thing. You know. A Bad Guy Bar, where the music was vaguely ominous and most people had badass scars.

Don't order water here, kids. Or drinks with fucking umbrellas. Eric, the surly bartender, will squirt you with the soda nozzle for your temerity.

The Apartment Above Stark Industries, Saturday Evening

[heroic_jawline]

Did you know that Tony Stark's apartment was large and grand enough to host a Victorian ball? Because it was certainly doing so this weekend! There were footmen to greet the rickshaw arrivals, and maids to take your coats even though it was unseasonably warm this evening.

There was a string quartet from...somewhere...and the finest of Victorian nibbles to choose from while you waited to be asked to dance and gossiped about the new neighbors to town and if they might Secretly Be French.

All in all, it was really a shame that, well, most people this weekend weren't from the Victorian era, huh? Because this was going to be one weird party, and your hosts, Tony and Steve, had no idea why.

Luke's Diner, Saturday

[what_the_shock]

Miguel's assistant Lyla had all but shoved him out the door this morning, insisting that even mad brilliant scientists needed food (and fresh clothes and showers, not in that order). He scowled at his 3D tablet the entire way to the diner, then slouched into a booth and absently ordered a coffee and scrambled eggs. He could eat with one hand while hid Did Science with the other.

There seemed to be some sort of discussion going on behind the counter, but Miguel barely noticed it and certainly didn't care. He didn't care about anything that wasn't Science.


Today's Specials
Colonial goose
Welsh rabbit
Lion's head
Spotted dick


Luke's was open! (Mind the scientist in the corner.)

The beach, Saturday

[2_old_for_this]

Peter gazed out over the water from his little tower, making sure all the NPC bathers were safe. Every few minutes, he ran down to the edge of the water and jogged down a little way and then back, just to get a good look at everything.

His hair plastered against his head when he was wet, and blew artistically around him when it was dry, even if the wind seemed otherwise still. His shorts fit very well, and he never wore a shirt - it would interfere with fanservice his swimming.



The beach was open!

Caritas, Saturday Evening

[newroutines]

Mike was normal this weekend.

Caritas, however, was not. There was a weird vibe happening tonight. The zombies were playing moody music, and the few NPC patrons already around seemed to all be eyeing each other suspiciously. It felt like something was brewing, and Mike wasn't sure what, but it didn't seem like anything good.

Still, maybe it'd be entertaining, if nothing else.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
Whiskey
seriously that's it

[ooc: Come get your bar brawls on! And then get teleported into the duck pond, natch.]