The Beach, Sunday afternoon

[heroic_jawline]

Thanks to the help he'd gotten from mermaid he met yesterday, Steve had learned that His Own True Love had been enchanted by a sea-witch, which had necessitated going around the island, like five times an Epic Quest where he had Met Many Strange Creatures and Formed Friendships and Learned Lessons and all that good stuff.

But now it was time for the Exciting Finish! Steve banged his fist against his shield. "Come out and fight me!" he yelled to the water.

Patriot, his trusty animal companion, sat at his feet. "Yeah, come out and fight him!"

Anyone want to fight a giant but not entirely terrifying because children were watching, apparently, sea dragon? Because here it came!

Luke's- Sunday

[complexfemale]

There was just... so much singing and dancing in Luke's today. There'd been a whole musical number about fish.

Which was why unless someone was coming in to eat, Maeve would be standing outside the restaurant for as long as possible, chain smoking.

She should get hazard pay today.


[Open!]

The Perk, Sunday Afternoon

[stykera]

The ghostly yet cheerful songs in Stark's apartment had continued all night despite his best efforts. Every time he walked into another room he heard a tiny voice telling him to "hurry baaaaaack." At least once the sun came up the ghosts stopped. Alas, they were replaced by more raccoons. Possibly the same raccoons from yesterday. They sounded the same, at least, and were singing the same song.

A walk through the park hadn't helped. The raccoons simply followed. A stop at the bakery had involved even more singing and an abundance of boring bread and rolls (like always). Eventually Stark made his way to the Perk where, at least for this moment, there was no singing.

There was a raccoon outside the door, little hand pressed against the glass, watching Stark intently as he sat with a very large and sugary coffee. The raccoon was probably going to sing again soon. For now Stark was enjoying both the brief reprieve and the caffeine.


[Extremely open! Come be weird at an alien or sing to an alien and/or a barista or commiserate about weirdness or comment on the raccoons or just whatever your little heart desires.]

Around Town, Sunday afternoon

[grenadesandohana]

A low-down, no good raccoon had stolen the medals and rank and trident right off of Steve's jacket at the ball last night, which was completely unacceptable.

It didn't explain why Steve was still in said white dress uniform, nor why it was still completely stain-free despite a long night exploring tunnels for clues with Danny and his horse-who-could-turn-into-a-seahorse-but-that's-classified, Hoo-ah. Hoo-ah couldn't talk, but his face was very expressive and had been an amazing asset in shaking down the raccoons for information.

And that explained--well, sort of--why Steve and Danny were chasing a raccoon through the streets of Fandom. Again.

Devil's Nest | Sunday Evening

[long_memory]

Everything in town was still silly but at least the rum was still there at the bar. Turned out Silver would need it during his shift as some chipmunks showed up about an hour in and wouldn't stop bothering him until he let them put braids in his hair.

Not the worst harassment he'd ever faced so he just sat there drinking while they did their thing.

Stark Industries- Sunday

[thatwaslucky]

Rey wasn't working here, oh no. Princesses could cook and clean for work when necessary, but fixing things? Heavens, no! But it was a good place to hide out for a bit, considering she sadly was still without a prince and still in hiding from her wicked stepmother. The king she was staying with was ever so nice about it, but she was a little embarrassed that she hadn't been swept off her feet yet.

Good thing she met a little gremlin sidekick here who would help her sing out her feelings! Even the things in the shop came to life for just long enough to dance around for the length of the musical number!


[Open!]

Atlas Gym, Monday (1/25)

[notallbluemonks]

So that was another weird-ass weekend done and in the books, huh? It had skipped Beau again, and she wasn't complaining; for one, she'd be showering for a week if she had ended up acting like exactly the kind of person her parents thought she should be, and hell no. For another, she'd much rather write it all down in her journal from an outside perspective anyway, and she'd already done that. Which meant that today, in her down time, she was sitting at the desk typing furiously, or at least as furiously as someone still trying to teach herself touch typing could.

Kind of literally furiously, actually -- she was having an argument with a guy in one of her classes who was a total mansplaining asshole, and it was a good thing that it was happening online or there would have been fisticuffs a while ago.

But it was happening online, and so the worst it got was her swearing at her computer while typing what sounded like paragraphs-long rants, from the amount of aggressive key clicking that was going on. And occasionally stopping to scratch the weird random itch on the back of her left hand. Not sure where that came from [hysterical laughter]. It was annoying, though.

At least going through the parkour course or one of the heavy bags let her work some of it off a little bit.

Post open! I don't wanna have to go back into the office this week.]