Fandom Counseling, Friday

[sharp_man]

There'd been no unusual trauma this week, which meant Hannibal was almost certainly down to his NPC usual clients. Still, it was as good a day as any to catch up on office details. That is, playing online chess and trolling APA message boards.

There was light classical playing, he had coffee (with tea also an option if anyone dropped by), and there was a flamingo pressed as close to the door as he could get without technically being inside.

Fandom Counseling was open!

The Park, Friday afternoon

[stykera]

Stark had survived Superhero class unless something goes really wrong for a second week in a row. That wasn't exactly cause for celebration but it was still a positive thing. He'd stopped in to the bakery for something to take back to the apartment and then wandered into the park for a bit with his box of goodies.

Sometimes it was just good to be outside. The weather was nice. It just seemed like a good day to sit in the park for a while. Watching the birds in the pond was always a pleasant way to spend some time when he had nothing else he needed to be concerned with so Stark was seated on a bench doing just that.

"Not for you," he told one inquisitive flamingo who came over to investigate the pink bakery box. He'd probably share the cookies inside with people though. Just not pushy birds.



[Look, when you get the 2nd water main break in 3 days at your school and your principal sends you home you take advantage of this spontaneous daytime availability and you make a post. Very open and I am around!]

Fandom Fire Station, Friday

[designateddadfriend]

Well. Everything was back in ship-shape, there were no unexpected visitors, and Travis had officially run out of excuses not to open the station doors to the public again. Even though he hated the public, as a general rule. Even though he was pretty sure most of that public hated him right back.

Still, it was part of his duty as a firefighter to be available to assist in a variety of emergencies, including those that wandered in off the street, so here he was, making himself available.

Fandom Fire Station
You can't make everyone smile
You're not a taco

[open! sign insp]

The Perk, Friday Afternoon

[amitragic]

So yeah Ulysses was back in Fandom after like, what? Five, six years? And he had no fucking clue how he'd ended up here, and none of the increasingly frantic and yell-y texts he was trying to send to Los Angeles were delivering at all.

(Yes, the only reason he was even out of the apartment was because he'd been trying to chase a signal that never showed up.)

And now he was at the Perk, having a giant cup of coffee and something far too sugary - because caffeine and sugar were clearly what he needed on top of all that excessice vaping he'd been doing all morning - and drumming his fingers anxiously against the edge of the table while he scrolled through his phone.

Or tried to, anyway.

Because, you see, none of his feeds were updating at all. And somehow that felt liek the freakiest thing of all.

[ooc: So open!]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Yes, Lucifer had absolutely noticed that Eric had wrecked his topiaries. But he didn't care. He'd already arrived at stage two of his plan, which was to say there were workmen all over the Nest, building its new stage.

It was going to be lovely. Beautiful.

And took up most of the space the axe range did.

As an extra present to himself, Lucifer had also gotten them to raise Eric's office threshold to just the right height that any unsuspecting person wouldn't see it, but would absolutely trip over it.

He relaxed by the bar with a glass of wine. Bliss.