Groovy Tunes; Thursday [01/20].

[x_discospider_x]

Just when he thought things were finally safe, Troy (who showed up to work that day, inexplicably, in a suit and tie like he was going to a job interview or something...maybe he'd thought if he was going to act like the boss around here in Tisarwat's absense, he should look the part? But the thing was, he didn't really remember putting the suit and tie on....but, honestly, he did leave his room in clothes he didn't remember putting on quite a lot, it wasn't actually all that weird for him) was pretty sure he heard it.

It would have been easy to miss, with the music thumping over the stereo, but, in a brief pause between pauses, he heard it.

Slithering.

Of wires!

Eyes going a bit wide, stiffening slightly with fear, Troy killed the music and looked around, listening, waiting to hear the sound again.

It didn't come. It knew he was listening now. But he was now on high alert, and listening very, very carefully...slowly backing up toward where the guitars were in case he needed to grab one as a weapon.

Groovy Tunes is open!

The Perk- Thursday morning

[throughaphase]

Kitty had just wanted to get out of her office at Caritas for a while when doing paperwork, so she'd brought some of it to the Perk to get it all done. Easy. She got a drink and a seat at a table by the window and settled in.

It was just that for the moment she was like fourteen. Totes normal.


[Bring it on.]

Wellspring Arms, Thursday

[thedadalorian]

Well, today didn't seem too strange. Which was Din's first mistake. Constant vigilance was needed or something.

But right now he was settled in, mostly just watch the kid play on the pillows in the mediation room. It was soothing, okay?

[open!]

Devil's Nest | Thursday Evening

[defenderofdesmoines]

So, something was clearly going on today, considering Annie had been in and out of both of her uniforms at random all day, and had watched Diego go through the same thing. (Had it been nice when he'd randomly had no shirt but added boxing gloves? Yes, but that didn't make it any less weird, thanks for asking, narrative.)

Almost immediately upon getting to work, though, she found herself in her usual I'm Not Famous, Seriously get-up, and irritably pulled her sunglasses down her nose so she could at least write the specials board.

~*Specials*~
Beer?

She could make other things, but right now her confidence that she'd be able to complete a mixed drink before doing something weird and unpredictable was pretty shot.

[flying OCD free because it's that kind of day, and offscreen Diego changes modded with permission!]

Caritas | Thursday Evening

[fortworeasons]

Had Laszlo noticed anything strange? No, but Laszlo was both (a) self-absorbed as hell and (b) nocturnal, so he'd only been awake for a few minutes by the time he'd made his way into the bar on Thursday. (Hell, the only reason he knew it was Thursday was because the cameraman kept track for him. Calendar, schmalendar.)

"I think we're in for a good night, boys," he declared, addressing the female boom mic operator and the male cameraman as he chewed thoughtfully on a pipe that had appeared from nowhere.

"You can't breathe," the boom operator pointed out, frowning at the pipe.

"Then I'm not in danger of violating any silly smoking laws, am I?" Laszlo pointed out.

Specials
Regular Human Rum

[no ocd over here, either! I'm not wasting icon potential so you can not sit in the lounge!]

The Onsen; Thursday Afternoon [01/20].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

The tanks at the shelter were rather nice, but Sidon was really feeling like he wanted to do something else! But with it being so cold, he knew his options in the winter were a bit more limited.

Which meant he was particularly proud of himself for thinking of the perfect solution, although, really, it was a miracle he hadn't thought of it sooner!

So off he went! To the Onsen!

And could only grin broadly, happily, maybe a little bit stupidly, as he sunk down into the nice warm water, got a look from the staff over how much of that water he managed to displace by doing so, and then just soaked happily like one would expect of a contented Zora in exactly this situation .

[[ oh look! I found a place to put him that made sense, wasn't too cold, and didn't already have a ton of my other characters! Open onsen is definitely open! ]]

Pick Your Poison, Thursday

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

You ever just have one of those days where everything on the planet seemed design to fuck with you? Because Margo had a lot of 'em, and most of the time she faced them with all the anger and pushback they deserved.

Not today, though.

Today she was hanging out on a daybed she'd moved into the back of the store, near the perfume aisle. Legs stretched out, a book in her hand, and a notepad by her side. Just in case she suddenly got some big time party planning ideas.

Ugh.

Even the book wasn't that great.

[[ open! ]]

The Photo Hut - Thursday

[flamesburned]

Liz had been doing somewhat better since the weekend. She hadn’t even spent the entire time moping in her apartment and she had also managed to get some sleep. She hadn’t had any more nightmares either so she considered that to be good progress as she headed downstairs to open up the store for the day.

Today she planned to unpack some boxes and respond to emails when she came downstairs, only she had been rather surprised to find that Hellboy had randomly appeared downstairs as well and was equally confused as to what he was doing in Fandom.

“Pops is going to be so mad about this,” he grumbled as he drew Liz into a hug, regardless of why he was there he was always happy to see her, “I didn’t even break out this time!”

[the Photo Hut is open!]