Stark Industries- Sunday

[thatwaslucky]

This morning Rey had woken up to a message calling her back home, which, she discovered, actually wasn't a terrible way to wake up. A portal was booked, and she sent a few messages to people to let them know, which also wasn't a terrible thing to have to do.

And now it was just a matter of getting through her shift before it was time for her portal, which meant she was working maybe a little too fast. Home wasn't exactly great, and things were stressful and she didn't really know her place there at all, but there were people she missed all the time, and that was enough to make her excited to get back.

Which meant it was going to be a rough last couple hours when she'd finished everything she had to do except wait.


[Open!]

The park- Sunday afternoon

[throughaphase]

There was a snowman singing in the park! And apparently Lexi really wanted to see a snowman singing in the park. So Kitty settled in with her on a bench to watch, figuring it'd only be a few minutes, thanks to one-year-old attention spans.

But songs were short, and then the snowman would move on to a new one, and Kitty was beginning to think they'd be here for a while. Did magic snowmen get intermissions?


[Open!]

The Bookbelt, Sunday

[cypher_can_fly]

Owen was totally awake! He was! Really he was!

He was just, er. Trying out the comfort of their reading nook?

Yes. Yes that was what going on here.

... The Bookbelt was open. Allegedly.

Atlas Gym, Monday (12/9)

[notallbluemonks]

"Shut up," Beau grumbled at the massage therapist, who'd failed to smother a gleeful laugh when Beau slouched into the gym, the pompom at the top of her stupid fuzzy red hat dangling down into her face and occasionally bopping her in the eye. "You look weird in one of these things too."

Luckily the massage therapist knew well enough to leave Beau alone when she was being this grouchy, and wandered off, still in the middle of a mild gigglefit.

"I hate being forced to be all festive and shit," Beau muttered, and yanked the hat off her head. Maybe the next one would -- nope. Flopping down with the pompom right in her damn eye again.

Just going to be one of those days. Those uniquely Fandom leadup-to-a-holiday days.

[OOC: Gym/post open! SP likely blah blah the usual.]