The Perk, Sunday Afternoon

[1000yearstoolate]

"It's been two," years, "months, you're really holding a grudge, aren't you?"

Seivarden snorted as the barista glared at her.

"All I want is loose leaf tea, the best quality you have, preferably prepared wearing gloves. Considering the strange mixed coffee drinks most people order here you can't claim that's hard."

Silently the barista began to prepare the tea. Seivarden waited, not letting her discomfort show. Yes, they were useless, but ignoring the insult would have been the proper way to deal with it, and she had failed that. She was back where she started, wasn't she? What had Breq been thinking? She had been doing well, mostly, she had had a place and a purpose, and now she was here again, it had felt different but it wasn't really, was it?

"Aatr's tits," she muttered, not even sure what she was cursing for, and picked up her tea and headed towards a table by the window.

[Open]

JGOB's, Sunday Afternoon

[my_own_advocate]

The Perk had had a Seivarden in it, which was fine, except Lucifer needed time and space to think. So after a while he'd taken his fancy coffee drink over to JGoB's, where he'd ordered a bunch of chocolate pastries.

And was now sitting at a table with a number of napkins spread out in front of him. He didn't have a blackboard, here, which was an oversight he needed to fix, but still.

Writing his thoughts on handling Johnny out on paper towels would do for now.

"Right," he muttered, sketching. "Where to begin? Oh-- I could sneak into his office and put Legos in his shoes..."

He was going to get over this brief obsession as quickly as he got over most of them. Honest. But for the time being, Operation 'prevent Johnny from Constantining in my presence' was at the top of his mind. He'd be busy.

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Stark Industries- Sunday

[thatwaslucky]

Rey was so, so glad that whatever was coming out of the taps today hadn't been happening yesterday, for so many reasons. One of which was that she didn't have to feel gross through her work shift today.

Not that there was anything special going on there. She was spending most of her day fixing up a computer someone was attempting to give as a Christmas present which didn't seem like a great choice for them, but she'd do her best work.


[Open!]

Luke's- Sunday

[complexfemale]

Honestly, Maeve was kind of impressed watching the kitchen staff working to incorporate today's weirdness into recipes. It was something she couldn't help with at all aside from the occasional taste test, but she still got a show out of it.

SPECIALS
Braised Chicken Legs with Grapes? and Fennel
Mulled wine/grape soda pancakes

And apparently she'd get a show from anyone who tried that last special.


[Open!]

Devil's Nest | Sunday Evening

[long_memory]

Silver was very grateful he had no immediate need to shower today because of what was happening with the faucets. The egg nog had been only slightly more appealing than whatever the hell was coming out now.

At least he had the rum to drink since the taps were out of commission.

Atlas Gym, Monday (12/14)

[notallbluemonks]

Beau hadn't thought much about the snow on the ground when she'd taken Nugget out with her on her pre-work run; maybe there had been something about his enthusiastic barking that had kept any would-be sugary predators at bay, but Beau 's passive perception of 13 clearly didn't beat their stealth checks didn't see anything amiss at the time. It wasn't until she'd taken Nugget back to the apartment, gotten ready for work, and headed back out that she caught a flash of something red and white and probably annoyingly festive in the snow. And sure, this December things seemed to be a little weirder than the previous two, but eh, it was just candy canes. Right?

Right. Until two of them ambushed her five feet from the front door of the gym and managed to successfully drag her into a snowbank just in time to muffle a very colorful expletive.

It was a good thing that Yasha just happened to be on her way past when it happened. Maybe hacking candy canes into pieces with a six-foot greatsword was a little bit of overkill on her part, but it at least scared off any more sharkicanes in the area for a few minutes. Sighing, she reached down and hauled Beau up out of the snow with a look on her face that suggested this wasn't the first time Beau had needed to be rescued from a situation of the sort.

"I totally had it under control," Beau said, brushing snow out of her eyes. "But thanks."

Yasha had turned around and was already scanning the area for any more attack candy canes, but there seemed to be none in sight, which might have had something to do with how she was standing there being all big and menacing with her sword still out. "Why do things keep trying to drown you?" she asked over her shoulder, and then took off down the street, presumably to hunt down more candy canes.

"Not my fault I --" Beau began, but Yasha was already about halfway down the block. (Ugh, there she went with the leaving again.) "I'm not, like, trying to make it happen!"

Oh well. She put up a quick sign in the window warning people to watch out for candy canes in the snow, got everything set to open, and then spent about half of the rest of her day out front fighting off any evil candy that came too near the gym doors just because it was fun. Her staff was going to be so gross and sticky with melted candy cane bits later, but... might be worth it.

[OOC: Gym/post open. I'm delighted by an opportunity to continue with Beau's canon track record of getting chomped on, drowned, dragged underground, etc. It's funny now, it's not so funny while it's actually happening. Look, everyone has to have hobbies.]