Stark Industries- Sunday

[thatwaslucky]

Rey was putting in at least some time at work today, and while this would bore Poe to death, BB-8 decided to join her. It was actually really nice to have him rolling around while she worked, telling her things that were going on back home and asking for explanations on the things he didn't recognize.

Rey's job was cuter than yours this week.


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Devil's Nest | Sunday Evening

[long_memory]

Silver felt a killer hangover coming on, and the only way he knew to stop it was to keep drinking. That might not mean great things when he finally decided to stop drinking, but he was living in the moment. Whatever kept him from thinking, he figured.

MHA, Landlord's apartment, Sunday

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon had been in his office at the school the last two days, but nobody had showed up, and he did have another job as well, so today he was in his flat, with the sign on the door reluctantly turned to indicate he was in and available.

He was splitting time between the little balcony off the den and the laundry room, and wondering if whoever actually owned this place would be likely to try violence if he replaced the laundry machines with non-coin-operated ones, because nobody should have to pay to clean their clothes in their own building.

He was either the worst or the best landlord ever; it probably depended on your definition.



[Open post, if you want to catch Jon at home/office or doing laundry!]

Farewell Function, Along Apocalypse Ave By The Causeway, Sunday Afternoon

[weirderthanthou]

It was almost time for Fandom's guests to leave. To honour them one last time, the Mayor's office had arranged for a wonderful spread of food, set up along Apocalypse Ave on the way to the causeway. Opposite these tables were a few more with a, ah, tasteful number of Fandom tourist merchandise, for the shot glass-and-calendar-loving connoisseurs among their visitors.

And at the very far end stood a single table, holding nothing but a large collection of water balloons and water pistols. It came with no instructions.

Some of them looked like there was paint in them.

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The Perk, Sunday Morning

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Rafe was still here, and so was Abigail. Margo had given them a room to sleep in after they’d shown up all bedraggled last night, and she was already regretting it. Not because Rafe or Abigail were real pains in the ass — fuck, she didn’t want to think about sharing a house with Tick Pickwick — but just on the principle of the matter.

They didn’t have any idea how they’d gotten here, was the thing. There was a way out of Fillory, sure, but was there a way in? Would Rafe and the damn sloth be here with them forever? She had no idea. And that was before Eliot had shown up talking about a Great Cock giving him a quest like something out of a dimestore porn mag.

It made her head hurt. It had been hurting a lot lately, so she needed sugar.

Which was how Margo wound up sitting at the perk with a hot chocolate in her hands, facing Rafe’s apologetic smile and caramel frappe, and a sloth, hanging off a birch branch on top of a chair, sipping a fruit smoothie through a straw.

“I’m so pissed off I didn’t get to kill Ember myself,” she muttered.

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Mystery Sign Theater 3000, Sunday

[shapethecentury]

It was no secret that Bucky generally kept to himself at the best of times, but he'd been doing that extra over this weekend. He didn't have any visitors, to the best of his knowledge (which was to say that by the sound of the radio, there were only still the regular number of Steves on the island), but other people did, and that could be... messy.

But he was at the theater today. Uncomfortable, with an itch under his skin, but still there.

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Weird Is Relative

Ingrid had chosen this one, to appeal both to the theme of the weekend and the beginning of Halloween season. Bucky was just going to take her word for it.