The Android’s Dungeon- Saturday Afternoon

[onlyajones]

While she was in this new place, Jo thought she’d at least see if there was any comic book stores in town and she eventually found one, it didn’t look like it got to many customers but Jo grabbed a bunch of comics and guides and found a spot to sit on the floor so she could see what had had been happening in the comic book world over the last couple of decades.

“Wait they rebooted the entire universe?” Jo said as she flipped through the different comics, “the guys are so going to freak out about this when I tell them,”

After a bit of flipping through various comics, she noticed that Art had written a new Beetleborgs series at some point and so she picked up one of the issues, “Beetleborgs Metallix?” she opened it up and started to flip through it, “that girl looks nothing like me!”

[I had to. Open!]

Luke's Diner, Saturday

[what_the_shock]

When Miguel headed for the coffee pot this morning, he found the dishwasher already there. He scowled and crossed his arms, waiting. The dishwasher gave him a bleary toast with his mug before downing the whole thing and going back to work.

Miguel watched him go, then narrowed his eyes - the cook looked a bit out of it, too. Miguel frowned, then realized... "Are you both hung over?"

They glowered back.

Apparently Annie's party hadn't been the only one last night.

Miguel shook his head. "Fine. Just don't set the place on fire or anything. I'll make more coffee."


Today's Specials
Breakfast smoothie
Breakfast ramen
Chipotle chilaquiles

Luke's was open!

Fix & Clean Shop and Apartment-Saturday

[alwaysonguard]

 Confused was putting it mildly if one was to describe how he was feeling at that moment. He had woken up in an unfamiliar place... again. Yes, it was not all that uncommon given crazy travel routes, nearly constant jet lag from a busy tour schedule, and the good bit of drinking that usually occurred on the long flights.

No, what was more confusing was the look of the place he had woken up in.  Usually, it was some posh hotel somewhere or at the very least a hotel of some kind. This... whatever it was... was far from a hotel by any stretch of the imagination.  It looked like a half-assed attempt at an apartment of some kind. Whatever it was, he was not at all impressed.

Trying to clear his mind from the obvious drunken stupor he had to be in- despite not feeling at all drunk- he made his way down the stairs after opening the only door he saw in the place.

"What in the ever-loving hell?" he muttered as he found himself standing at the bottom of the stairs in some kind of workshop. "Ok enough is enough" he muttered as he pulled out his phone from his pocket where it miraculously still was. "You have a lot of explaining to do Vincent Kennedy McMahon!" he yelled at the phone as he tried to get a signal.

 

(open post- SP likely.   Dwight is now experiencing Fandom as his WWE wrestler counterpart Edge)

Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

[crimson_sister]

When Lucille arrived at the shop and opened the door, a cloud of moths swept past her. She closed it, watching the insects scatter with the wind, then tried again. This time the moths engulfed her for a moment before they disappeared, perhaps trying to escape the morning light, and Lucille sighed.

She locked the door again, pulled out her notebook, tore out a page and scribbled a message that she stuck to the window.

Closed due to moths

Not that she objected to them in smaller numbers, but there were limits to what even she could endure.

"Perhaps I am going to need some bats," she said to herself, considering useful predators.

[Coven Garden Flowers is closed today, but you can catch Lucille after she heads back home.]

The Perk, Saturday Noon

[shapethecentury]

Lance had no earthly idea how he'd ended up waking up in what he could only describe as the apartment of a homeless guy who'd somehow failed to realize he wasn't homeless. But obviously he hadn't stayed there: he'd gone out and secured himself an actual hotel room - nicest one he could get, also obviously, because this was a work trip and he wasn't footing the bill.

And then he'd gone out in search of coffee. Seeing a place called 'The Perkolator' didn't exactly fill him with confidence, but, whatever. "You do any kind of decent Americano in this backwater town?" he asked the barista, barely looking up from his phone. In his defense, he was trying to check who exactly he was in this town to meet with.

Maggie Townsend and Amherst and Hope Ann were next week, so --

[ooc: Bucky is now Lance Tucker from The Bronze. Open! eta: This should go without saying, but this guy's a dick and it's all IC and not OOC, omg.]