Needful Things; Friday

[totalwildcard]

So, Harley had sprouted reindeer antlers on her pretty little head. Majestic ones, to boot! Which, sure, had been kind of a pain in the ass for maneuvering around her apartment with, at first, but she'd made it work! 'Cause, look, she even eventually made it down into her store!

Where she then got to work on stealing some of the store's more Christmas-y wares to see which worked best as antler accessories. Maybe a festive garland, and a couple of nice glittery ornaments...?

Bruce, lounging on an antique couch, watched on with some level of wariness.

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Blackstone Forge and Foundry, Friday

[thatsmysword]

Henry had almost not come into the forge that morning. All the other madness, he'd largely been trying to take in stride, but growing hooves was the sort of thing that made a man wonder if he'd been to church enough in his life.

In the end, he opted for a small detour to said church, which was empty but at least-- churchy.

And now he was back here, attempting to ignore the clomping sound his feet made every time he moved around. He was just... just going to focus on the fire.

(Oh Lord, would he have to make himself horseshoes?)

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Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

Rey had been spared the Fandom weirdness for once, which was good for her because she thought that after months, she'd finally figured out how to deal with the popups on the obstacle course and it was easier to do that without hooves.

And she was trying to ignore the noise as she considered the course, because the woodchucks had not been spared the weirdness and they were fighting with their antlers like actual reindeer so that was gonna be a thing today.


[Open!]

The Perk, Friday Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

The clopping at the Perk was kind of distracting, in that fuzzy, familiar way that let Jack know immediately that he was--

Well, not home. But somewhere he'd lived for a very long time.

He didn't have any particular goal in coming here - unless you counted the big sugary coffee that he picked up at the counter - but it felt like... a healthy thing to do? A way to stretch his limbs, after months confined to the same place? He sat down at a seat by the window, mainly just to people watch. See how many people had gotten hit by this particular brand of Fandom whimsy.

He'd probably be heading home again in a couple of hours. But for now, he was here, and his head was strangely, comfortably quiet.

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The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

There wasn't much of note going on at the Nest today, truly. Lucifer was seated behind the piano, playing some Christmas classics and singing along. Lights had been strung along the ceiling to create an ambiance. And Tiny...

Well, Tiny, and his antlers, and his hooves, was standing by the bar, a red nose firmly affixed to his face that blinked every-so-often, for effect.

[[ I have been able to do nothing all day creatively but stare at DC solicits and mutter 'Mayor Pamela Isley' over and over again to myself, hi. open! ]]