Magic Box | Tuesday

[scarlet_chaos]

Spending four days as a snake wasn't exactly ideal, and Wanda owed Steve and Tony for, like, forever for watching over her. It would have been hard if she had been on her own because the lack of hands thing made things difficult. Same with the lack of legs.

She had hands now, legs too, and was using them to decorate the place for the upcoming holiday. She wasn't American and had her own issues with the government but, hey, sparkly stuff was always fun.

[Open]

Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [06/29].

[x_discospider_x]

With his boss gone for a little while, Troy figured it was a good time to just sort of slack off at work and listen to music, but he mostly just wound up generally distracted sort of...thinking about things.

Things like...maybe pizza for lunch. Pizza was pretty good. In fact, most round-shaped foods were good. He honestly couldn't think of a round-shaped food he didn't like. Pizza, hamburger, cookies, donuts. Didn't he see something recently about donuts? Maybe he should get some donuts. If you thought about it, CDs were kind of like donuts of the music world, only instead of eating them with your mouth-holes, you consumed them with your ear-holes, but unlike donuts, you could keep 'eating' them, the only digesting going on there was with your brain into ideas, unless there was something wrong with your CD player...

...needless to say, clearly, there was a lot of work being done at Groovy Tunes this week. Definitely...

Groovy Tunes is open!

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

The whiteboard was back in the axe range. Its contents had now expanded quite obviously, and they were but a fraction of the notes Lucifer had taken back on the Rouge.

But he didn't need those notes anymore. He was rendering this plan down into its final form. He had moved from Wagner on to Verdi as his deliberations reached a crescendo, and--

"That's it!" he crowed. "That's how I get back at you, Daniel!"

He tossed his marker carelessly behind him. "Oh, this calls for a drink! Tiny!"

Tiny shoved a scotch into his hand with a melodramatic eyeroll.

Lucifer cackled.