Streets of Fandom [Wednesday evening into night]

[defenderofdesmoines]

Had Annie been told - repeatedly and explicitly - that Fandom didn't really need any kind of patrolling? Yep.

Had she gotten in touch with literally anyone at Vought? No.

So, in the absence of a clear answer, she hadn't done anything yet. She'd let Monday and Tuesday evenings pass uneventfully (though now she had an empty box of wine to recycle, so there was at least evidence she'd been here.) But by Wednesday, she'd had enough. She had to at least give it a shot here before just giving up. (And besides, she didn't know which Supes were supposed to be in charge of Baltimore these days, and it wouldn't do to step on toes. Even if she was increasingly doubtful that she was in her own universe so what did it matter?)

So, once the sun had started to set, Annie threw on her costume in irritation and made her way down to the streets. She stuck to the shadows, keeping an eye out for anything strange. She wound through the side streets and alleys she'd memorized during the day, occasionally shimmying her way up a drainpipe to get a better view from a rooftop.

(By the way, you know what was bullshit? Stairs. The stairs were absolutely bullshit. Like, Starlight's boots weren't super-impractical like some female Supes' she'd seen, but - damn it, that was a lot of stairs. Made it tricky to hide, too.)

The highlight of the evening, thus far, had been scaring the living hell out of a rickshaw driver (and then apologizing over and over again.) Now, Starlight was leaning against a wall and trying not to feel defeated, her arms crossed over her chest as she fought the urge to pull her phone out and check it. She was sure that if she let herself become distracted, that would be when something would turn up.

[open! feel free to catch her anywhere - Starlight is on a good old-fashioned patrol.]

Turtle & Canary; Wednesday [09/30].

[sake_shinigami]

Shunsui had been very diligently making up for all the lost naps that inevitably came with a visit from Nanao-chan, which meant that, by Wednesday, he was finally ready to get around to the stack of papers she left that were titled, in a neat little script, Suggestions for the Improvement of the Business.

(There were two similar stacks in his apartment, one titled Suggestions for the Improvement of the Apartment and Suggestions for the Improvement of Remotely Handling the Eighth Division, the latter of which had been refreshingly short, consisiting of just one word: DON'T!)

Of course, Shunsui figured the best way to start implimenting Nanao-chan's suggestions was not to actually read them himself, but rather to simply put a sticky-note on it that read For Summer-chan, cover it with hearts, and go leave it in the office for her.

Sure, it was written in Japanese, but Summer-chan was a smart girl, she'd probably figure it out.

And then, whistling a little with satisfaction of a job well done and well-executed plan, Shunsui returned to the counter and settled back in behind it to enjoy another nap.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Extra Virgin Olive Oil
Chewing Gum
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Caritas; Wednesday [09/30].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer might have been a little bit excited to get back behind the bar again this week, for that nice rush of normalcy and something she enjoyed and having perhaps a overinflated sense of hope that everything about the weekend was now enough in the past that everyone was just moving on with their lives and things could get back to normal again.

A normal that included Tino apparently continuing a disturbing trend of animal-related gremlin bites and thinking he was the cheese panda from the store. But you know what? She'd take it.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

Cinnamon Bun
Sushi

**IF TINO OFFERS YOU CHEESE, PLEASE JUST TAKE IT**

They were, however, learning that frequent trips to the pond in the park did not seem to make gremlin venom wear off any faster.

Caritas is open!

Community Center Class: Modern Earth Entertainment - Wednesday, 09/30.

[special_rabbit]

If Amaya looked a little nervous to everyone when they came in for the class that evening, well...

"So it seems," she explained to the attendants, once everyoen was mostly there and started getting their snacks togethers and what have you, "that all the labels have been mysteriously erased from all of the possible movies we could have tonight, sooooo I guess we're going in completely blind and crossing our fingers that it's not a mushy musical."

Well, she was crossing her fingers and hoping it wasn't a mushy musical.

So of course that was what they were getting.

Hooraaaay..

Fandom Trooper Station, Wednesday

[hatesparadise]

All the troopers in the office today seemed to be playing a game of The Floor Is Lava. But it quickly became clear that the real goal was to avoid the little green monster scittering around underfoot.

So, now Danny was also playing the 'game' to avoid it, sitting on his desk with the box of donuts he'd brought in.

"Swear to god, this place is out to get me," he muttered, watching as the gremlin tried to pretend it wasn't highly visible.

[so open]

The beach, Tuesday morning

[betterthanaplan]

Duke was out here as usual for morning yoga, but something kept . . . blipping in and out on the edge of his vision. Like little movements that went away as soon as he looked. And he could swear he kept hearing weird, high pitched grumbling. . . .

It made it very hard to concentrate on yoga.

[open! And will include gremlin wackiness just as soon as we figure out what said wackiness will include! COME ON DOWN AND JOIN THE TALK SHOW.]

The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Usually, Octavia wouldn't have minded having a DJ at the club. It livened up the place and offered some distraction, and this one even seemed to have some alt rock leanings, so theoretically, she shouldn't have had anything to complain about. But guess this just wasn't that kind of night.

The first song that caught her attention wasn't a grave offense. Just... something that brought back things she wasn't equipped to handle right now. So she walked up to the DJ booth and just sort of shook her head, and that was that. It was fine.

Only, it wasn't that much later that something else began to play, and...

"My Lucifer is lonely; standing there, killing time, can't commit to anything but a crime --"

Octavia marched back up to the booth.

"Seriously?"

At the sight of her face, the DJ's exasperation had an edge of panic. "Hey, the place's called the Devil's Nest, I just thought --"

"Out."

They were getting a playlist of crooner-type piano bar stuff for the rest of the night. It wasn't much better, but at least it wasn't so on the nose.