Trooper Station | Saturday

[knife_bender]

Diego didn't know why there were cartoon birds flying around the station and Diego didn't care there were cartoon birds flying around the station. Sure, it had been funny to watch some of the troopers make asses of themselves by trying to catch said birds at first, but eventually he had enough of that nonsense and put his airpods in. (Yes, he had joined the 21st century.)

It was at least distracting enough that Diego wasn't tempted to throw a knife at one of the birds. That probably would have been a smidge too far.

[Pls hold for some weird weekend OCD Open]

The Park | Saturday Afternoon

[utterly_alone]

Lydia had awoken this morning and found a flowy, brightly-colored dress in her closet, along with a magic wand.

Which only made sense, of course, given that she was a fairy godmother.

She flittered her way out to the park, where she could hopefully find someone pure of heart with wishes to grant. Hopefully clothing-related wishes, since she was sort of best at that.

But for the meantime, she was busying herself with humming nonsense words - magic spells, if you asked her - and waving her wand at a few trees, which spontaneously started growing flowers on them.

They weren't flowering trees. It looked kind of weird, honestly. But Lydia the Fairy Godmother thought they looked magical.

[so, so open for all your wish-granting needs.]

The Streets Around Fandom, Saturday

[gospel_of_oblivion]

Kitty had suggested getting a job, and so Illyana was out roaming town, looking to see who had 'Now Hiring' signs in their windows. After all, a girl unfortunately needed money in this capitalist hellscape to enact eeeeeeeeeeeeeevil plans.

Unfortunately, it turned out job hunting was hideously boring, and Illyana had abandoned that fairly quickly.

"Looks like this place could use a bit of misbehavior," she sang, her horns appearing, as she gestured and summoned stepping disks.... out of which poured legions of tiny goblin-creatures. "Happily ever after with a little flavor!"

Another gesture, and she began creating magical red apples. "Bad to the bone, with even worse intentions..."

The tiny goblins began gathering up apples and running off. "No permanent damage, not yet!" she called after them cheerfully. "But there's so many ways to be wicked!"

Well now. She had a few apples to spare, and plenty of townsfolk to tempt. Long live havin' some fun!

[OOC: Open. If you want a goblin to give you an apple elsewhere, just let me know. Want to let you inner villain out? Just take a bite...]

Luke's Diner, Saturday

[what_the_shock]

Yeah, so whatever was going on on the island today, Miguel was having none of it. Singing birds tried to follow him into the diner, and he slammed the door quickly.

Not that it helped much, because the staff were singing, too. The chef was singing about cooking, the dishwasher was singing about washing dishes, and the busboy was singing about waiting for his true love. They all made lovely harmonies together.

Miguel paused, then headed straight for the coffee pot. And wondered how well webbing might work as earplugs.

Today's Specials:
Salad
Coffee
"The very best stew in the kingdom!"

Luke's was...weird, but open.

Caritas- Saturday

[fates_jaye]

Jaye was supposed to start her shift at Caritas actually a couple weeks ago, but then she'd been three, and it was a whole thing.

Well, Jaye was technically here, though she was a plucky turtle sidekick today, so she wasn't actually at the bar. Instead she was hanging out on a table in the lounge, watching, making observations. The bar was full of burly patrons with steins who would undoubtedly burst into sing if you needed someone to sing your praises!

THE BALL | Saturday Evening

[defenderofdesmoines]

Don't even ask how or why the school auditorium had been transformed into a fairly stylized interpretation of a nineteenth century ballroom. Where had that sweeping staircase come from? Why was everything suddenly pink marble? How were there suddenly NPC footmen everywhere?

Seriously. Don't ask.

In any case, there was a ball, at the castle, where all would be invited to come from near and far to dance with one another in amazing displays of color and mid-century animation techniques.

Maybe there would even be a prince! (Honestly, there would probably be at least three or four princes.) It was sure to be a night of romance - although, not too much romance, since this was all still firmly G-rated.

[for the love of god hold for OCD please IT'S UP, HAVE AT IT.]

The Preserve; Saturday Morning [01/23].

[sake_shinigami]

Shunsui had, of course, been up since well before the break of dawn, to make it out to the preserve, to tend to his training, in the peace and quiet where he might not be disturbed by any salacious vices or distractions or extravagences like silly hats or brightly colored kimono, where he could dedicate himself to long, long hours of perfect his samurai craft, working tirelessly through his forms to be the best warrior he could be, to defend his kingdom and lord with diligence and honor.

Hours of practice. Undistracted. Undetered. Dedicated and intense.

And when that was over, what was left to do but settle into a spot, peaceful and serene, and focus on his meditation, to be at peace with the world around him and ruminate on all the hard work he had done and the good he might acheive protecting others with his blade.

[[ open preserve is open! ]]

Around the Island (literally), Saturday

[okteiviakom]

Octavia did not tend to spend a whole lot of time near the surface, let alone near placed where people with legs lived. But, this morning, a curious thing had happened: she'd woken up on a boat! In a bed that was dry and weird and not at all made of seaweed!

It hadn't been her favorite experience. Even though there'd been some fascinating things in there, there had also not been much room for someone who was half tail, and air was so much more cumbersome to move around in than water. So she'd climbed her way out, and made a great big splash when she'd returned to her proper surroundings.

But she hadn't left the island, just yet. Oh, no, this was far too interesting! She kept swimming around the island, occasionally clambering onto convenient rocks - and there were a lot of convenient, smooth rocks - to sit and just watch, sometimes excitably waving when she saw someone near the shore.

Her hair was improbably dry and perfectly curled, of course. No matter how recently she'd come out of the water.

[ooc: Are you on a quest and think a magical creature might be able to help you along, or do you just want to gawk at a mermaid? Either way, post is so open!]