The Park, Sunday Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

A mysterious letter had appeared in Jack's room at the Arms that morning, and he did... not want to open it. In fact, it was a sign he should probably leave the hotel and not... stick around somewhere he'd be easily found.

Yeah.

Like the park. Maybe if he was lucky, the island would take pity on him, sweep him out of here, and drop him back in his van.

"What do you think, huh?" he asked the flamingo that wandered up on his bench. "... Please don't scream this time."

[[ open ]]

The Ink Spot, Sunday

[theworst_verine]

People were back in town after a whole boring blissful week of silence. Did that mean Logan was feeling some type of way about it? No, of course not. But he was at work nonetheless.

And possibly even looking at this weird book that was in the garbage.

"What the fuck?"

Yeah, he was regretting this choice immensely.

[open!]

Stark Industries- Sunday

[thatwaslucky]

Rey had never had a caramel apple spice, but they were giving them away at the Starbucks. Ventis, too. So she was going to work with maybe the coziest drink. And when she got in, there was a warm Snuggie waiting for her. Which, didn't seem like appropriate work wear but she appreciated it.

And let's be real she'd probably put it on.


[I will abuse the coziness. Open!]

Infinite Consortium, Monday

[deathsmajesty]

Liliana sat behind the counter and glared. Dean, still a dog, sat on the floor staring back at her, waiting for the least sign that this was a game, whereupon he would immediately dash off as fast as he could into whichever direction seemed best in his miniscule dog brain, paying no attention to what might be in that direction. Which was why, among other things, she was down a crystal vase that had fallen when he'd slammed into a side table, a mirror that didn't survive him skidding into a wall when trying to switch direction mid-dash, and no fewer than three teacups from differing sets.

"I will absolutely be sending you an itemized list for replacements," Liliana informed Dean. "As well as for refinishing my floors - again! - from your claws." Dean barked several times in response. "Ah, yes, thank you for reminding me," she said. "I need to figure out how to charge you for my lost sleep from your ridiculous noise."

Dean whined, settling down on the floor and resting his chin on his front paws, looking sadly up at her.

Liliana eyed him back, vastly unimpressed. "When I let you out to the beach, do me a favor and run away." Not that she had much faith in that. She had kicked him out several times already, but he would just sit on his haunches and howl until the door was opened and he was allowed back inside. Hence the lost sleep charge. She hadn't brought him with her to work today, he had just taken upon himself to follow her.

"Sadist," she growled. "Go sit on the chair."

Dean gave her a look that suggested that, even as a dog, he wasn't that stupid.

"Can't blame a necromancer for trying," she sighed and resolved to ignore him for the rest of the day.