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Since Danny was just, you know, gonna politely ignore his purchase from yesterday until he figured out a way to spring it on Steve, he was checking in on the apartment building.

Mostly the fire alarm system that looked remarkably normal for all the bullshit it put them through.

He still didn't trust it.

"Better not happen again once it gets cold," he grumbled.

[open,of course!]

hatesparadise

This might have happened last year as well, but there was really no preparation for piercing alarms going off before the sun was even up.

At least it wasn't cold out. That was possibly the only thing that kept this from being the worse thing ever. That one thing there.

Because everything else sucked.

[no ocd, just go ham!]

hatesparadise

Well, Danny had already sort of planned on doing a little bit of grilling (read that as having Steve grill) for Memorial Day, but once he stepped outside to check on things, it looked like he'd been visited by the party fairies.

Which might even be a real thing here.

He wasn't gonna ask.

But either way, there was an ungodly amount of ~~moddable~~ food, drinks and the sort of decorations that made him mostly just roll his eyes. He made sure to put a sign in the lobby to let people know to get something to eat and maybe let anyone else know that they should swing by too.

There was that much food.

[open party is open!]

hatesparadise

Danny wasn't avoiding Steve after the whole Halloween fiasco, he was just not fighting Steve avoiding him. Which was basically the same thing in their friendship, but whatever.

So, he was just gonna spend some time dealing with the weird paperwork that came from this apartment building.

"How many weird errors am I gonna get in that room?" he muttered to himself, looking at the newest one: ERR Christmas Too Early.

[expecting one, but open!]

hatesparadise

The weekend ended much too quickly by Danny's estimation. It almost reminded him of when his custody was limited to those too short, too infrequent days when he'd first arrived in Hawaii.

Which meant the best way to not focus too hard on that was to do some work.

"I don't even know what that means," he grumbled, looking at the little AC control looking device outside that one weird room. It was the holosuite, but he was trying to maintain his sanity by not acknowledging that.

The phrase 'beanbag chair error' flashed on the little screen some more.

[open!]

hatesparadise

It had been a normal, peaceful morning that was so early it was practically the night before still. If one wanted to be specific. Or if they were still constrained by the tyrant of time.

Then a piercing noise sounded throughout the building as a fire alarm went off.

Because why get a good night's sleep when you could be dragged out of bed to wait on the tiny, under-worked Fandom Fire Department to come make sure everything was fine?

[Open! Make those threads messy!]

hatesparadise

Running an apartment building was both more and less work than Danny had expected. It mostly seemed to take care of itself, but then weird things would just pop up on him.

Like the washing machine thing a few weeks back. Or the rotting turnips he found in what was apparently some kind of rec room ~~holo suite~~ for the building.

So, half the day was being spent on that particular crisis.

[open! Come get a place to live!]

thatwaslucky

Rey understood the concept of a kiddie pool, but she didn't know why she found one in her apartment.

Then there was the slow, very careful process of dragging it out through the hall and trying so hard not to spill anything on the way. She mostly managed! But really, what was she going do with it in her place? It wasn't even like she could empty it in there.

So, uh, there was going to be a kiddie pool outside the apartments, because she had no way of knowing that everyone got one.

[Open!]

hatesparadise

So, okay. Living at the hotel wasn't feasible if this thing went on longer than it already had. Duke might gave had the right of that.

Which was why Danny was trying one of the apartment buildings on island to see if they did short term rentals. Or that had been the plan before finding only a thin layer of dust at the front desk.

Creepy.

And when he got into the office, he was hit with a weird boobie trap that was just a note and some confetti that just read:

Congrats, you now own an apartment complex! And by 'congrats' I mean 'no take backs, sucker'

This was all Crocker's fault somehow.

(open sure!)

thatwaslucky

Rey had gone off with Summer to Coruscant to help her get set up there... and got back just in time for Jello to fall from the sky. Which was sort of weirdly perfect and also annoying, so she'd sent a text and gone home.

And now she was downstairs in the laundry room with wet hair after a shower and different clothes, shoving the clothes she had been wearing in a machine. If anyone else wanted to get in on this otherwise very small load, now was the time.

[I need fluff. Open for replies and anyone who'd be in the MCA laundry room!]

solarhippie

Sometimes, Karolina was struck with the urge to gaze up at the sky. Tonight was one of those times, and what better or easier way to do so than to wrap up in a coat and make the trek up to the patio on the roof the MCA?

It was a little cloudy, which was a little disappointing, but it didn't matter too much. She didn't need to see the stars to know they were there. Even without the cover of clouds, she couldn't have seen some of the ones she was thinking of, anyway. Nope, those were almost a literal world away.

Karolina sighed, and half-smiled to herself, and wrapped the coat a little tighter around herself. She thought she might stay up here a while. Get some fresh air.

Think.

[ooc: Open roof is open!]

mages_suck

Fjord's phone had buzzed. After some fumbling, Fenris managed to get it to show him why. Then he frowned and with painful slowness, read the message.

"We have an appointment to look over apartments?" he asked the snake. Who, predictably, didn't answer. The appointment was for both of them. They'd both mentioned continued cohabitation but Fenris found himself oddly touched that he'd been included in actual plans.

Nothing for it but to go. He recognized the address - Peter had left his address at the store in case Fenris needed to contact him. The weather was nice but a little brisk, so he bundled up like it was the middle of winter. T-shirt, very baggy hoodie, winter jacket. Only then did he pick up Fjord and let him slither into the jacket, around his shoulders. On top of the snake, Fenris looped a scarf.

Look, he wasn't taking chances.

Then he walked rather quickly to the apartments with the swanky-sounding name. They were met by an overly cheerful apartment agent. "Hi," she chirped, "Are you Fjord??" Fenris shook his head, "Fenris. Fjord's roommate. He's been .. called away unexpectedly." "Ooo-oh," she said, smiling brightly, "So are we looking for two bedrooms or one?" "... Two," Fenris answered, "We'd definitely each like our own room." He considered a moment and asked, "What's the pet policy?" She rambled off something about it. Fjord chose that moment to stick his head out from under the scarf to peer about. "OhmygodyouhaveaSNAKE!" she squealed, leaning in closer, "It's so PRETTY!"

Fjord looked smug. "He," Fenris corrected, "Definitely a male. Be careful, he bites." Fjord turned to stare at him. Excuse you, he hadn't bitten anyone! Fenris booped him. Fjord hissed and reconsidered that whole biting thing for a moment before retreating back under the scarf in a sulk. Boops indeed.

The apartment agent lead off at a merry clip to show them the available apartments, prattling on about the amenities and using words like 'holosuite' and 'on-roof parking and garage'.

"Hear that, Fjord?" Fenris muttered sotto-voice to him, "You could put a ship on the roof. Why you'd do that, I've no idea, but you could, so that's a.. definitely a thing you could do." Fjord slithered out of the scarf long enough to turn the tables - and his snakey body - to boop Fenris on his nose. Ships don't go on roofs! The boop startled a small laugh from the elf.

[Open for your baffled elf and/or snake interactions.]
[OOC: There's no info for how ic apartment stuffs are done in the business directory so I'm handwaving like whoa since they're not taking an apt today anyway. DP has been le emailed!]

uncertain_dume

Kanan had a shift he needed to be getting to at the diner, and whether he would or not depended mostly on how this conversation went. But the fact remained that this was a conversation that needed to happen, and time for them to have it was growing short. Kanan had brought Stance up to the roof early enough to watch an Earth sunrise, and they'd both taken a seat up on the hull of the Escape to do so.

"You're gonna like this," Kanan offered. "Earth's pretty backwards in a lot of ways, but at least it goes all-out making its mornings nice to watch."

[OOC: Open for anyone who has business up on the MCA roof! Huuuuge spoilers for the first five issues of the Kanan comic series in the Kanan/Stance thread.]

certain-dume.livejournal.com

He needed to leave.

That was the compulsion that had been thrumming through him ever since he answered to a name, back when words like 'Kanan' and 'Caleb' had still meant something to him. And that compulsion had remained, even while all of his other memories had faded. He had fought it. He'd fought it hard, let himself be guided by the Force and it had helped him to hold on to who he was for as long as he could.

But not even Kanan's connection with the Force had been able to save him, and as Kanan slipped away, something else formed in his stead. Blind, though he could see. Quiet, though he was desperate. Peace, yet...

He walked in almost drifting, wraith-like movements around the place where his ship stood, the Expedient having been replaced with the Escape long ago, and the Escape having seen better days. A once black lustre had been beaten away to the silver-grey that lurked under the paint, and one wing had been removed entirely, lightsaber scars still visible where it sat severed, on the apartment roof.

He had to get away, but no ship could take him from this place.

[OOC: ... Had to get this guy out. Was procrastinating because icons. SCREW IT. Open for SP during my work day (I miss being able to say that).]

suitably_heroic

The chances of Atton achieving anything remotely resembling a good mood were pretty much zero at the moment. Below zero, in fact.

So when he stepped outside the MCA that morning and watched a bunch of zombie gremlins shambling towards him, he just sighed. "I don't want to deal with this today," he said.

The zombies didn't seem terribly impressed by that, so he lit his lightsaber with a snap-hiss. "No, seriously," he said. "I really, really, really don't want to deal with this today--"

[[ first for me and me and me, open after that! ]]

allie-vamp.livejournal.com

There was a small pile of abandoned clothes outside of MCA. It had nothing to do with the bat currently soaring through the air. Nope, nothing at all.

Damn island....

[Heading out on vacation. Home on the 15th.]

justlurkinghere

Derek's office at MCA was the new location of his illicit wedding magazines. For a wedding that wouldn't happen for three more years time, but still. It paid to plan ahead.

Also, he was narrowing down his venue search for a smaller group.

That translated into making faces at the pictures on various websites for places in California. Because he was super mature.

[[Open for apartment needs!]]

10secondcar

'Furnished apartment,' McIntosh and Nelson had said. 'Lease is already arranged,' they'd said. 'You just have to pick up the key,' they'd said. Brian had just assumed the apartment would suck. All of that might be true, but the contact info they'd given him (for a guy named Coulson, though the lease had someone else's signature on it) had gotten Brian a 'New phone, who dis?' and ringing the bell in the lobby and even banging on the door to the manager's apartment had gotten him exactly nowhere.

And while Brian had some money tucked back, he hadn't brought any of it to the island with him, not with the FBI watching him so closely, and with his apartment already arranged they probably wouldn't be amused if he expensed a hotel. So he'd spent his first night here in his car.

Faced with the prospect of doing the same tonight, he'd decided to take matters into his own hands. Juvenile delinquency and his adult profession (okay, and also delinquency) gave one certain skills, after all. Which was to say, anyone who happened to find themselves on the second floor of MCA right about now would find Brian attempting to pick the lock of what was allegedly already his own apartment.

"Sometimes," he muttered to himself as the stupid lock failed to cooperate, "I really wish I'd gotten in that car with Dom."

((OOC: For the neighbor, but open to anyone else who wants to bust Brian! But please don't assist him: Brian will not be gaining access to his apartment at this time. Mwahaha))

suitably_heroic

If anything had happened last weekend, well, Atton hadn't noticed for reasons that were becoming depressingly applicable to just about anything for him lately. It was a pity, because a weekend off from all his troubles would've been extremely welcome.

Anyway, Atton had to leave his apartment again sometime - this time because he'd been putting off giving the Hawk another look-over for a while now. Sure, the guy he'd gotten the ship from seemed to have gotten it cleaned up real nice, but that didn't really mean anything. He was pretty sure that at this point nobody knew the Ebon Hawk like he did, and anyway-- there were stupid sentimental reasons involved.

So there he was. After checking up on the inside of the ship, he'd relocated to the outside. What looked broken was getting fixed, welded back on or taped up. What looked dirty was getting a good run-over with a rag or a lick of paint. By the time the day was done, the Ebon Hawk would look more or less factory-perfect again-- at least as far as Atton was concerned.

[[ open. ]]

justlurkinghere

Sometimes Derek remembered that he was somehow the manager of an apartment complex. You know. During those times of the year when people were moving.

He hated those times of year.

But, dutifully, he was at the place to make sure it hadn't collapsed on itself or something. Maybe get new tenants.

justlurkinghere

Let's be real here, Derek had been hiding for about a week. But this time he wasn't hiding in the woods! Which was... progress for him.

Or something.

He was just at his fancy manager job, looking scruffier than usual and possibly a little crazy. It was the little dog that made him look crazy. Puppy Joe was terrible like that.

Yeah, who didn't want to rent the one apartment available from him?

[[Open, of course]]

justlurkinghere

So, Derek just remembered that apparently he had another job. Possibly because he hadn't wanted the job and had also been traumatized by a robot attempting to to groom him like a poodle.

Which had been horrible. Just horrible.

But, he was in the office, glaring at things while he let Puppy Joe run around and smell everything. Because why not? It got him out of the house, at least.

[[Open! There are apartments available]]

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