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just-add-starch.livejournal.com

While the students had been completing their last finals, an NPC staff had been hard at work converting one of the empty warehouses into the site of tonight's dance. When the guests arrived this evening, they'd be greeted by a long yellow carpet, leading up to the open glass doors of the warehouse.

Once inside, they would find the space brightly decorated to celebrate the summer season. Gold drapes covered the walls, splashed liberally with glitter to make them sparkle in the low lights of the warehouse. Flowers were placed here and there, not overwhelming but definitely noticeable and fragrant. Images of beaches, palm trees, sunsets, sunrises, hammocks, and other various summer images were being projected on the walls randomly.

A long table consisting of food and drinks was along one wall, providing plenty of sustenance for everyone for their long night of fun. Dark corners could be found here and there, of course. There was music playing and a disco balls projecting light onto the dance floor.

It was time for the summer dance.

arrivals | food/drinks/mingling | dark corners | girls bathroom | boys bathroom | dancing | ooc | post 2

[OCD IS UP. ~~I will make you smell Deadpool's dirty drawers if you ping in before I am done omg.~~ No one has to smell Deadpool's drawers! Have fun! If another post is needed later, it will go up!]

Current Mood: accomplished

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Loki was having an easy day today. He wasn't by the pool or behind his desk. He was, instead, in the comfy lobby seats, occasionally marking some things on the sheets of paper in his lap and listening to music on the uncomfortable (he so preferred headphones) iPod while he did it.

Sure, there were things that needed to be done around the apartment and he could have always gone to the mainland and tried to see Metatron but what fun was that when he could be lazy and make lesson plans?

Oh, fucking fuck, he was old.

[open, yes yes]

Current Mood: indifferent

intraspective

It’d be a bit weird, she felt, to turn the radio up and sing in a gun shop. So Ino wasn’t singing, exactly, and the radio was only on a wee bit—just enough for Ino to hum along to as she inspected all of her flowers and plants in the shop.

That done, she stretched, and flopped down in Cable-san’s chair to study a scroll. That wasn’t on medicine for once.

Wellspring Arms is Open.

bigdamnprincipal

Even after all her time in Fandom, Zoe still didn't consider herself to be very girly, but that didn't change how she felt about having the staff meeting at the spa. If nothing else, she was hoping that the calming setting would keep those who liked to argue with each other from fighting for one blessed afternoon. Getting to see what the men picked to do with their time had the potential to be entertaining as well, but she wasn't going to admit that.

[OCD is ~~coming~~ up!]

canadianpopstar.livejournal.com

Tonight, for some reason, there was no Robin behind the bar. Just a very, very bitter Tino.

Just because he wasn't getting any. God.

[I'm afk for the night, so this is up earrrrrrrrly!]

saveyoulater.livejournal.com

The thing about Sarah Walker's sex life was, it usually didn't exist. There'd been a couple almost normal (completely normal, if you ignored that Sarah lied to them every other sentence) short-term boyfriends in college and while she was training at Langley, then Bryce, then a whole lot of sexual frustration broken by a few flings in Fandom. It was fine. She just set boyfriends off to the side as another thing she didn't get to have and went about her business.

Somehow, though, this week she was thinking about the whole thing a lot. Not in her usual self-pity way, either, but in a few good dreams, a sudden focus on stubble and muscular chests, and the general sense that it would be nice to see somebody else naked again. Sarah didn't think much about her feelings, then or ever: She put it down to a vague sense she might finally be getting over Chuck and went back to reorganizing the store. She kept getting distracted by Arachnid Boy collections -- she'd never noticed how hot he was out of spandex.

Android's Dungeon was open. And full of lots of drawings of pretty people in skintight clothing.

[OOC: Damn, the OCD wishes it was your lover. It would rock you until daylight comes. And it went to take a cold shower and deal with those feelings.]

Current Mood: flirty

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Loki took his game to a new fucking place today. It was just too damn nice to sit inside and wilt away when he could be outside, by the pool, sunning himself. That was how he preferred to work. Sans shirt and shading his eyes with both sunglasses and a baseball cap, Loki was propped up in one of the chaise loungers, content to spend the whole fucking day right there.

It wasn't like he got sunburned or shit like that. If anyone needed him, he'd left a note at the desk to tell them where he was. See how courteous he was? He was really fucking dedicated.

He had earbuds in and the music turned up loud but not loud enough to get sneaked up on. He was prepared for that shit, thank you.

[MHA is open!]

Current Mood: content

awesomebigsis.livejournal.com

Ellie was in a cheerful mood when she arrived at the stables this morning.

After she fed and groomed the horses, she let them out into the paddock to get some excerise. She stood nearby and watched them for a little while, making sure they each had her attention.

The Gig was open.

saveyoulater.livejournal.com

Someone had delivered an enormous collection of trading cards to the store, which meant Sarah got to spend much of her shift trying to organize and package them in some coherent manner. Which would have been easier if they didn't, she swore to god, all look exactly alike, and occasionally get carried of by wee tiny moose. (The moose liked the images of trees and snow; she didn't question this.)

She lived such a glamorous life.

Android's Dungeon was open.

[There is no OCD. There is only posting.]

Current Mood: bored

atreideslioness

The gym was set up as usual or the meeting today today; mats and punching bags for the beginners, the sparring sections, a playpen for their littlest member, and Ghanima and Tyler keeping a keen eye over it all.

"Welcome back," Ghanima called out once it looked like a consensus of people had arrived. "If you haven't been here before, talk with one of us to go over the rules before you grab a partner."

"And since we have critical mass this week" -- and Tyler looked amused at that -- "we're back to paring you up. You and you, you and you, you and you, and -- Ghanima, pick the last two sets."

"Those two. Yes, you, don't pretend to be invisible. And, let's see, you and you. There. Now don't you feel special?" Ghanima beamed. "Now go show us just how special you are."

Tyler tilted his head at the selected pairs and made one odd and utterly uncharacteristic announcement for Tahiri's sake. "If we ever point to you and you can't fight, don't be stupid. Let us know and we'll figure something else out."

"NOW" -- and he sounded relived to be done with that -- "Go. Be snowflakes."

He could almost laugh.

| Mingle / Beginner Area / RNG Fights / Open Sparring / Talk to the Organizers / OOC |

[Up early for SP goodness. Mmmm....SP. OCD is up! Go hit people!]

Current Mood: amused

saveyoulater.livejournal.com

Sarah supposed that if she was teaching, she didn't technically need to keep up her cover of being at the shop two days a week. But she found her way there anyhow. The paperwork and stock rotation kept her busy, and she supposed she would need to hire someone to replace Teddy someday.

Besides, there was a new edition of the Bitterwoman/Y-Men alternate universe crossover that she had to read.

She put a help wanted sign in the window and took her place behind the counter, comic open in front of her.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD.]

Current Mood: busy

saveyoulater.livejournal.com

Sarah had done good work the night before. The hostages were home to their families, the aliens were gone. It wasn't the same as CIA work, but it was close enough that she at least felt less than completely useless as she opened the comics store this morning.

She took a moment to freshen and rotate the stock, then settled behind the counter with her laptop to work on a field report and the syllabus for her class.

[OOC; Open shop, no OCD.]

likethegun

After Zoe had told him and Dean and their dad about what had happened to Grace, Sam had spent the afternoon and evening trying to figure out what was going on. While he hadn't gotten all the details, he'd managed to end the day with two important bits of information: it wasn't just Grace that had been taken, and there might have to be some violence involved in getting her back. Unsurprisingly to anyone who knew Winchesters well, he wasn't all that bothered by the second part.

He'd put out a few calls to people he hoped would be willing to help, and was on the lookout for more willing volunteers. They were going to need all the help they could get to find those who had been taken, and get them back safely.

[Minor OCD is up!]

saveyoulater.livejournal.com

For some strange reason, Sarah had been craving Subway foot-long sandwiches all week -- and, Wednesday morning, she finally broke and drove to the mainland to get one. It was probably breakfast and lunch both, too.

She munched the sandwich slowly as she sat at the counter to deal with some actual store paperwork. At least two of her employees were graduating; she'd need to figure out how to fill in the schedule.

The Android's Dungeon was open.

[OOC: The OCD is still waiting in line at Subway.]

raspberryturk

The inevitable happened. Reno's last shift at the Freelance Police HQ had come, and he was bent on getting in all the quality time he could with the place before he left. Shooting a few holes in the walls for Sam and Max to remember him by, watering the dead plant, feeing the vice-president his dry fish flakes. He'd even given his favorite dude in the closet a whole donut.

He was feeling giving, dammit.

The Freelance Police HQ is open. And Reno isn't getting all misty-eyed, shut up.

[OCD-free! I'll be out for a little while, and will grab pings when I get back.]

saveyoulater.livejournal.com

As a promotion for the latest reboot of Bitterwoman, the publishers had sent a Bitterwoman costume and a suggestion shops hire an actress to dress up in the costume to hand out free eight-page sample issues.

Bored, Sarah poked at the costume for a few moments before she noticed it was her size. And, well, she had worn worse things.

A moment's consideration, and a trip into the bathroom later, the manager of the Android's Dungeon was prancing around in very, very itchy tights.

No wonder Bitterwoman was bitter.

[Open shop, no OCD.]

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

So, Loki didn't even have close to a beard. What he did have was some decent (if light colored) stubble that wasn't too bad and a fake beard. The fake beard was not light colored, it didn't look natural but nobody said Loki wasn't above cheating to try and win a bet.

The stubble was nice (and more than he'd thought he'd get) but the fake beard was fucking hilarious and he couldn't help himself. Maybe it'd fool someone for a minute or two. He painstakingly stuck it on his face, made sure it wouldn't irritate him and then was done.

Ta da. Bearded Loki.

Such a fucking cheater.

And while he was cheating, he was going to crash in one of the comfy chairs, feet up and head back. He was working hard.

[Open open yes open!]

Current Mood: cheating

saveyoulater.livejournal.com

Sarah had received a couple of dossiers from Langley on new developments with the Intersect, so she read them thoroughly and with pursed lips as she sat in her office. The door was open so she could see anyone who came into the shop, but her cover job was not the most interesting thing she could do today.

[OOC: Lame, latish post, sorry.]

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Okay, so he'd been putting this off and putting this off and it became fucking impossible to put off when there were two children nagging so hard that Loki was ready to cut off his fucking wings and go human. So, they were going to go flying.

Loki didn't much want to go fucking flying but the kids wouldn't shut up and he wanted them to shut up. He was that kind of father, yes.

"Can we drop things on people?" Michael asked excitedly.

"Sure." Like Loki would say no.

"That's mean," Gabby interjected, shaking her head. "We shouldn't do that."

"Eat mud!" Michael said. Some of his insults still needed some work.

"Both of you, just shh so we can do this," Loki said, letting his own wings come out and stretch. "If you don't stop arguing, I'm going to turn around, so help m--"

Oh god, when did he become a fucking Dad?

"Just shut up."

[for me and anyone else, yes. if the kids want flying rides, Loki will give them. he just won't censor his language. hem hem.]

Current Mood: stressed

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

"Is it ready?" Jolee asked. Tino nodded.

The TV in the back room was showing cartoons. There were juice boxes back there. The adorable droid was nowhere to be seen.

Caritas was ready for any kids who might show up.

[OOC: I'm around.]

atreideslioness

As much as Ghanima disliked the pre-processed abominations that the staff at the Perk claimed were 'tea' or 'coffee', she had to admit that their freshly roasted blends were acceptable on the early mornings when she did not feel like grinding her own.

There were some mornings where laziness won out over quality, and the morning after chaperoning the prom was one of them.

Ghanima claimed a spot near the window where she could people-watch, sipping her coffee slowly. For some reason, the island seemed abnormally busy today, although she could not yet put her finger on the why.

Yet.

[Open Perk is Open for all your kidlet-feeding needs.]

Current Mood: curious

saveyoulater.livejournal.com

The shop had been tidied since the zombie incursion; almost like nothing had gone wrong at all.

It was eerie, in its way.

Brushing her hair back from her face, Sarah settled in at the counter with a pile of paperwork. She'd already filed her report to the CIA; sadly, this was just what was needed to keep the shop running.

The Android's Dungeon was open.

[The OCD was afraid a gremlin would bite it. Open.]

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Those going out and coming into MHA today would see a rare sight. Loki was actually working. Of course, this work was fucking necessary after the mess the zombies had left. There was crap everywhere, stink everywhere and he might have been a lazy ass but he did not want that shit in a place he had to live. So, he was in and out of the apartments, sweeping shit off the walk, cleaning the windows and taking a high powered hose to the side of the building. If he hit your windows, well, it's for a good fucking cause.

And, even though he was cleaning, he hadn't stopped muttering his distaste with the whole process. He'd been the Angel of fucking Death and now he was cleaning. He'd fallen so low. Fucking Bartleby. Never mind that he'd been in on that plan. Bartleby got the fucking blame.

The disheveled (and wet, goddamn hose) landlord was around, should he be needed.

[Open, of course!]

Current Mood: busy

iruinenglish.livejournal.com

Wow, this had gotten really bad. Buffy had had herself a couple close calls, which would happen when the zombies were freaking everywhere, and today she really had worn old clothes knowing they'd get covered in things she didn't want to think about, and she'd had to clean off her sword more than once, and while she'd seen some really gross things in her time, that really kind of topped it so far.

She knew it wasn't going to be long before she had to head back to the dorms, but for now, she was still patrolling the streets. And alleyways. And etc. etc. etc.

And at this point it would be advisable that no one sneak up on her unless they wanted their heads removed.

[Open post! Living and undead of the PC and NPC variety welcome. Buffy does not agree with me on the 'welcome' part, but she can bite me.]

headkickpoet.livejournal.com

So after yesterday? Yeah, okay, Ray was going to have to admit this was his first Big Fandom Fuckup or... something. Shoulda known from the reports there was a big snake beneath the grass of silence - shoulda taken that from Fraser.

Still. At least zombies weren't going to hit on him or something. Just smelled bad. He went through the phone calls and reports at lightening speed that morning, because sitting around on the office when shit was going down did not look good.

Unfortunately, 'kick 'em in the head' did not look to be a, uh, feasible strategy while dealing with fucking zombies.

[ open! I shall be slow for the next while ]

saveyoulater.livejournal.com

Gabe had seemed a little uneasy when Sarah took the dog on a walk that morning; he kept sniffing the air and lingering a bit too long at certain corners. That was enough to have Sarah on her guard. But after she'd checked the news from the island and the rest of the world and seen nothing of particular interest, she rolled her eyes at herself, cleared some space in the middle of the store, and started to throw a ball for Gabe to catch.

He joined the game happily; whatever had been on his wee doggy brain couldn't have been that interesting.

The Android's Dungeon was open.

[Open shop, no OCD, zombies welcome.]

atreideslioness

The gym was set up as usual, with the addition of a playpen stuck off to the side of the beginner area. "Welcome back," Ghanima stated clearly. "Either you've rattled something loose, or you're starting to learn."

"Or you're incorrigible," Tyler suggested, through a stuffy nose. His eyes were red and he leaned against a wall; he wouldn't be sparring today. "In any case, hello and we won't waste your time talking today. Go fight. You and you, you and - you, I think, and ... Ghanima, choose our last two lucky pairs."

"Those two." She hadn't actually looked, just pointed. "Go. We'll both be around keeping an eye on things, and I'll be helping at the beginner mats."

[OCD up!]

saveyoulater.livejournal.com

Sarah was a little hesitant to bring her new golden retriever, Gabe, into a shop full of paper products and plastic toys that seemed like they might make for fantastic chewing.

Gabe, however, whined once, trotted around the store, and then settled into the doggy bed Sarah had set up in her office with a rawhide chew toy. It was much tastier than the comics would have been.

The shop was open.

[OOC: I eschew OCD.]

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Anything and everything else Loki might have had plans to do today got thrown out once he'd figured out that Biff was a fucking bunny. Biff being a fucking bunny meant that Loki had gone to find him and had brought him back to MHA for his weekly shift at work. A bunny all alone in a big house hadn't been too hard to find and Loki so wasn't going to let Biff forget that, as a bunny, he'd cuddled into Loki's arms like a teddy bear.

What a fucking softie.

Now, though, they were both in the chairs in the lobby. Biff was mostly hidden since he was, in fact, a fucking bunny and the chairs were big. Loki kept shooting glances his way and wondering what kinds of devious tricks he could get up to. Of course, there'd probably be someone who wanted in on that so Loki was going to bide his time and just keep laughing at Biff.

Biff was a fucking bunny. His week was fucking made.

Current Mood: ecstatic

saveyoulater.livejournal.com

Sarah had an extra bounce in her step as she restocked the racks of comics this morning. She'd gotten a message that morning about an assignment, something about Fulcrum infiltrating a suburban neighborhood, and Chuck would only work with her on it. (He didn't want to pretend to be married to Casey or to the agent who had replaced her. Their loss, her gain.) She'd be back on a plane to go do what she did best as soon as she closed the shop on Thursday.

For now, Android's Dungeon had an unusually agreeable manager.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD. And yep, it's canon catchup time.]

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Amazingly enough, Loki was not propped up in his extra comfy chairs today. No, instead he was leaning in the doorway of the apartment building and peering at the...cereal that appeared to be coming from the sky. He recognized it (cereal was cheap and easy to find) but why the fuck Lucky Charms were raining from the sky, he had no clue. God must have been really fucking bored.

Couple that with the random pots of gold covered chocolate coins and this day was officially shaping up to be one of those harmless but weird fucking days. And he couldn't help but wonder if he'd see random fucking kids outside, trying to eat the marshmallows. Those had always been his favorite. Fuck the other stuff.

Not that he was thinking of doing that now. No, not at all.

Maybe later. Now, he was just going to watch it rain Lucky Charms and eat some chocolate.

[MHA=open!]

Current Mood: awake

saveyoulater.livejournal.com

Sarah had spent the day before in Virginia at the kind of mind-numbing training session she was convinced the CIA designed as their form of special hell, so she only found out about the invasion of children when she listened to radio.

The shop wasn't normally open on Sundays, but if there was ever a Sunday for a comic shop to break that rule, this was the day. Sarah made a special sign for the window and took a place behind the register.

OPEN
Discounts for the under 10:
20 percent off all children's titles
15 percent off all action figures

atreideslioness

The gym was set up for fight club again, but with an important difference from the week before: Half of the area was devoted to the children. There were toy weapons, well-padded mats, and a large ball pit. The other half, for the adults and any students who remained their usual age, held the normal mats and safety equipment.

Ghanima looked vastly amused. "Welcome back, everyone. For the under-ten set, today we have your own special combat zone. Go have fun, and work it out amongst yourselves. I don't want to hear about it unless you're bleeding in a significant manner."

"If you drool on anything, mop it up," Tyler added, looking a little uneasy. He still wasn't comfortable around this many children. "Everyone else, we aren't assigning fights this week because there aren't enough of us to bother. Open sparring. Don't hit the kids."

"Or go play with the kids," Ghanima offered. "We won't judge you."

"We will be around if you have any questions, and I'll be near the beginner mats for the first half of the session. Now go to it."

Mingle | Kid Section | Beginner Mats | Open Sparring | Tyler and Ghanima | OOC

Current Mood: amused

saveyoulater.livejournal.com

The thing about being suspended from the CIA for a month was that the paperwork wasn't also suspended. Sarah woke up to an overflowing email inbox, orders to call one of the students she was working with, and a couple of manila folders of forms she needed to fill out. Oh, and they wanted her full report on the harpy attacks, preferably before noon.

It felt good to be doing something useful again.

Hand taped where a harpy had gouged her with her claws, Sarah sat at the comic shop counter trying to transcribe Wednesday's radio to include with her report. It would be an easier task if she could quit giggling.

[OOC: Open store, OCD-free.]

justice-beat.livejournal.com

It was a pretty bloody good thing that a patrol was on the agenda for the day, because it was looking pretty bloody needed. With more excrement in her hair than she would ever like to admit to and having heard some insults that bested some of the drunkest London party girls, Daisy was not even going to harp on Kowalski anymore about going on and just shooting that last one dead, not unless it was to complain about how the next one was so hers.

"What I wouldn't give," she muttered, desperately trying not to breathe through her nose as her back hit the wall and they rested a moment in a small alcove to catch their breath, regain their collectively insulted dignity, and reload their guns before taking care of the next one, "for a trooper's uniform right now. They've at least got those helmets. No poo in the hair and it's got to cut out some of that awful stench, wouldn't it?"

[[ partner-in-crime-fighting modded with permission, and the post is absolutely open to anyone who'll want to run into the patrol ]]

saveyoulater.livejournal.com

It didn't take much for Sarah to get reinstated as an agent a day early. She sent in some footage of giant screaming bird things swooping down outside her apartment, and her phone rang an instant later with a message of "Agent Walker, good work, NEUTRALIZE THE THREAT."

So she put on her combat gear (bulletproof vest, cap over her hair, some light body armor), stuck a "Closed Due to Invasion" sign on the door to the shop, and took a sniper position behind some ductwork on the building's roof.

She really hated hearing them scream as they swooped down, and the rocks (and other stuff) they kept throwing at her were worse. But the rhythms of a fight were familiar, and Sarah took pride in shooting down as many harpies as she could as quickly as she could.

All in a day's work.

[OOC: Shop is closed for the day, but there's fire escape access to the roof if you really need Sarah or see her from the ground and want to investigate. And yep, this is for broadcast.]

atreideslioness

There was a poster tacked up on the door to the main gym, with the following text written in alternating handwriting, as if the marker had been shared between two people:

( I see all this potential. )

"Now, my favorite part. We're going to randomly pick some fights." It was possible Ghanima looked a bit too gleeful about this. "You and you. You two. You two too. You and you, and hrm, you, and ... you." There was practically a halo over her head as she pointed at Tyler. "There. Get to know your new friends, then get to know the mat. Anyone I didn't just pair up, find your own partner."

[Up early for massive SP! ~~Wait for the~~Massive OCD is massive and up.]

ETA:You people are breaking my browser! Mingle | RNG Fights | Open Sparring | Ghanima and Tyler | OOC | Next Week's RNG

Current Mood: cheerful

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

With the weather finally fucking warm enough to be outside without fear of freezing, Loki was doing exactly that. Even with it being dark, it was still warm enough to drag his lazy ass poolside. Of course, he'd lit a few of those deck lamps to provide some light and had put smaller candles on each of the tables around the pool to create even more. It wasn't ~~Christmas~~ lights but it looked pretty fucking good.

He wasn't planning on doing much besides sitting out there and relaxing but he figured this was a step up from sprawling like a lump of nothing on his couch even if his couch was comfortable. Maybe he should have just dragged his couch out here.

Next time.

This time, he was content with his lounge chair, his many bottles of water, and his pool. Maybe he'd even get in. Or maybe not. He liked leaving things up to fate.

Fucking fate.

[open, of course! just staving off booooooooredom!]

Current Mood: refreshed

saveyoulater.livejournal.com

Sarah didn't have a voice anyone would ever pay money to hear, and she wasn't the type to sing to herself.

Yet somehow, she was doing it today.

"Is this in my head? I don't know what to think. He knelt to the ground and pulled out a -- I really am going soft."

She prayed no one back at Langley was listening to the store's surveillance feed just then.

Android's Dungeon was open today, anyhow, and unusually musical.

[OOC: Open store, no OCD. Also, ROMEO'S EARS ARE BURNING LIKE WHOA.]

justicecantsee.livejournal.com

Matt had only just gotten in to see HA the office and if it had been set up yet. There were books to be shelved and files to be put away, but the movers had done a surprisingly good job with the furniture.

Of course, setting up the fax machine may bring a few problems, but he'd cross that bridge when he got to it.

( Or after he answered his phone. )

[[Not open for business, but open for gawkers!]]

saveyoulater.livejournal.com

A week and a day, and Agent Sarah Walker would be back on duty. She wasn't counting the hours.

Exactly.

A lot could happen, anyhow, in a week, and Sarah knew that. So, trying to put what she hoped would happen in a week out of her head, today she was sitting at the front desk and calmly, methodically, and very, very neatly organizing all of the comic invoices for the first quarter thus far. It never hurt to be caught up on the paperwork.

[OOC: Open store, no OCD!]

Current Mood: busy

iguessiamaclone.livejournal.com

Ben had just been strolling around town when he heard a call. "Hey! You!" Ben looked around and saw the old guy that owned Caritas. He had a bad feeling about this.

"Hey, how are--" Ben started to say.

"Half my staff is on a boat somewhere and I'll be damned if I work three nights in a row," Jolee said. "Get in there adn help me out."

"But--" Ben started.

"You'll do a great job. Have a good night," Jolee said before walking off.

Ben walked into Caritas and took his place behind the bar. "You know, I still have no clue what that guy's name is," he told Tino. Tino just shrugged.

[OOC: Around!]

saveyoulater.livejournal.com

If today was as quiet as yesterday had been, Sarah was going to be bored out of her skull. She tried reading a bit but the comics failed to hold her attention, and the store was as clean and organized as she could make it.

Finally, she set up a bell at the front register with a sign saying RING FOR SERVICE and went into the back room, where she closed the door and set up a practice range with covers pinned to the wall. Trying to hit them midpoint with her knives was no challenge at all given how small the room was, so she tried it left-handed, with her eyes closed, behind her back, from different heights and angles. Anything to stay in practice, anything to stay sharp.

She wouldn't even mind repainting the wall to cover the knife marks.

[OOC: Open store, no OCD. What she's doing in the back room is NFB.]

saveyoulater.livejournal.com

Town was dead this week and Sarah didn't honestly expect any customers, but she had to open anyhow. She did a cursory job cleaning the store, then spent most of her shift reading G: The Lone Guy.

Most spy characters in most comics still seemed pretty silly to her, but she wished she could have a drink with Agent 533. She kicked ass.

[OOC: Open store, no OCD.]

Current Mood: blah

saveyoulater.livejournal.com

Sarah shut down the comics shop promptly at 6, and went to the gym to get in a treadmill run and some yoga before she expected Loki.

It occurred to her that she might be in over her head, what with the whole ... Loki thing. She'd sparred bigger guys before, and won, but nobody with wings. Nobody who couldn't die.

Learning experience. Like everything else. And she would never step away from a challenge.

[OOC: Open gym, but she's here for one.]

saveyoulater.livejournal.com

Sarah checked the back room to make sure it had stayed clean overnight -- hey, sometimes they were tricky -- and then settled at the front counter with her laptop, the Washington Post website pulled up. She was trying to get up to date on Middle Eastern politics, but, somehow, another article caught her attention.

She was glad the FBI had slightly better priorities these days.

[OOC: Open store!]

saveyoulater.livejournal.com

Sarah opened the shop early and set to work ... well, cleaning out the back room.

For real. Sorting through back issues to keep or discard, sweeping out the corners, throwing out promos from movies that had flopped three seasons ago.

It was pretty grimy in there, and her face was smudged when she emerged. She suspected she needed to introduce some of her employees to the wonders of Windex.

[OOC: Open store, no OCD!]

flipped-god-off.livejournal.com

Loki had contemplated not coming out to work this morning. He was the boss and he could do what he fucking wanted. There wouldn't have been any rhyme or reason for it save for the fact that he just didn't want to work. But, in the end, he'd decided to come out because he realized he'd be really fucking bored if he didn't.

Of course, he wasn't alone. Having taken advantage of his paycheck, he'd purchased some weird looking video game system and two games to go along with the system.

So, now, Loki was out in the lobby (having dragged his television, wires and all out so he had more room) and was playing the first game. And cussing. Loudly.

"Fucking cheating ass game!" he yelled, scowling. The game wasn't cheating. He just wasn't all that good.

Yet.

[MHA is ooooooooopen! What? I can't live vicariously? Portions of convo with Lindsay are NFB!]

Current Mood: energetic

justice-beat.livejournal.com

Plenty of coffee? Check.

Remnants of an eventual lunch set out on her desk so Kowalski won't say she's working too hard and not eating and make her eat pizza again? Check.

Good weekend filed with plenty of things to think back on and getting her bum kicked in Twister (let's be honest.) to look forward to before she snaps and throws a billy club through a computer screen? Check!

Actual work to do? ...uhhh.

Everything that she could think of that could be done had, in fact, been finished already, so, by the time Monday rolled around, Daisy found that all she could see to do was check on a few futile leads, and then just sigh a lot and remind herself that, remember, this was her childhood dream and she loved it.

[[ open station! sleep calls until more proper and decent hours, though ]]

all4thewookiees.livejournal.com

"No, you can't switch places with the stupid droid," Jolee told Tino. "I don't care what kind of game is on."

Tino then disappeared for ten minutes on a break. When he returned, he was wearing cardboard boxes designed to make him look like T1. "That's impressive. But no, you're staying here at the bar."

[OOC: I am actually around today, I swear.]

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