Stark Industries- Sunday
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Did Rey actually know she was supposed to be at work right now? Probably not! But she was here, even if she couldn't really do anything because she couldn't hold any tools with her hand shape.
You know what she could hold in her hand, though? Iced coffee.
[Open but very slow!]
You know what she could hold in her hand, though? Iced coffee.
[Open but very slow!]
The Perk, Sunday afternoon
Jun. 8th, 2025 01:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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Was Jake Jensen shamelessly using the dog he'd found in his giant ass tower to go to a coffee shop and pick up women?
Yes. Yes, he was. And he wasn't even sorry about it.
Just don't ask him what the dog's name was because he had no idea.
[OOC: Open!]
Yes. Yes, he was. And he wasn't even sorry about it.
Just don't ask him what the dog's name was because he had no idea.
[OOC: Open!]
A Music Venue in Brooklyn, Sunday Evening
Jun. 8th, 2025 05:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Yes, Jack believed all the Force users in the multiverse could use a few lessons in doing normal people things more often. He had frequently coerced, wheedled, and poked several of them into it over the years. But this? Making Lana Beniko, ex-Sith Spymaster, man the merch booth?
Had to be his greatest achievement.
It maybe gave a little extra oomph to his performance that evening.
It was also when, after they were done, one of the first things he did was haul his sweaty ass back to the merch stand. "Sooo," he said, grinning. "How are we doing?"
[[ for a lana ]]
Had to be his greatest achievement.
It maybe gave a little extra oomph to his performance that evening.
It was also when, after they were done, one of the first things he did was haul his sweaty ass back to the merch stand. "Sooo," he said, grinning. "How are we doing?"
[[ for a lana ]]
Fandom Radio - Sunday (6/8)
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*chittering*
What in the actual *BEEP* is happening here? I've been kidnapped again. By rodents.
*angry chittering*
I don't care! I'm not your prisoner!
*door slamming and locking*
This place is so messed up. You all know that, right?
*chittering*
So, if I just read these, I'm free to go. Right? Fine. Bring them on. Let's do these weird notes. In the dorms--you know spying on kids is just messed up--there was a piece of cheese in a common room. What the *BEEP* does that even mean? There was also a sloth trying to make it's way downstairs. Doesn't look like it was getting there anytime soon.
In town, some lady named Padme woke up with Dean and was confused by it. Yeah, welcome to the club. I woke up with Jensen and was viciously assaulted by a dog. Some guys named Steve and Danny talked about punching Nazis and safehouses. Right. Totally normal. Posiedon--now I know these notes are all messing with me--well, Poseidon was on the beach. He got to meet Johnny Splash who is, get this, a shower. Right. So we're all being drugged. That makes more sense, yeah. Stark tried to say hi to the shower guy. Donald Duck and the shower guy got into a fight. Posiedon liked the hat. The little sailor hat deal. This Stark guy also met Donald Duck before not really explaining anything to Posiedon.
In the... mansion in the woods. Seriously, what is wrong with this place? Princess Lili woke up with a game show host named.... Sassy Chap. That just sounds like a messed up code name or something. She eventually ran off to the very specific Arden Woods to try and find some guy named Jack. Jaina found out that her husband was a Jaguar. The car. I'm... sorry? Or congratulations? I really don't know which. Watts and a Steven had strawberry shortcake in some boarding house and somehow that's so normal it seems ominous. There was some masked guy running around town to... fight crime? I really can't tell from this note.
That Padme lady from before ended up at the bar and the bartender there dressed up like her? Okay, I'm glad I didn't find that place now. Anakin apparently knew her and said it wasn't a kidnapping. Which I really don't think is true. Since I'm freaking STUCK IN HERE.
*chittering*
Well, I am. Jaina ended up telling Anakin and Padme about the car thing and how they knew each other. Kind of. Rey who was a Lego... okay, you can't just put that on a note and not explain what the hell it means. But a Lego ordered a drink from Padme and explained that she knew Anakin who looked different. Stark was rightfully confused by the Lego person, but for the wrong reasons. He found out that Anakin was a childhood friend of Padme and that Padme had a lot of experience with being kidnapped. Ahsoka--sure, why not another weird name--had a drink offered by Anakin and a shocked look from Padme. And Jonny ordered a very manly drink.
There. That's all you shoved at me. Can I leave?
*sullen chittering*
Okay. Good. Bye. Try not to get kidnapped by freaking squirrels.
What in the actual *BEEP* is happening here? I've been kidnapped again. By rodents.
*angry chittering*
I don't care! I'm not your prisoner!
*door slamming and locking*
This place is so messed up. You all know that, right?
*chittering*
So, if I just read these, I'm free to go. Right? Fine. Bring them on. Let's do these weird notes. In the dorms--you know spying on kids is just messed up--there was a piece of cheese in a common room. What the *BEEP* does that even mean? There was also a sloth trying to make it's way downstairs. Doesn't look like it was getting there anytime soon.
In town, some lady named Padme woke up with Dean and was confused by it. Yeah, welcome to the club. I woke up with Jensen and was viciously assaulted by a dog. Some guys named Steve and Danny talked about punching Nazis and safehouses. Right. Totally normal. Posiedon--now I know these notes are all messing with me--well, Poseidon was on the beach. He got to meet Johnny Splash who is, get this, a shower. Right. So we're all being drugged. That makes more sense, yeah. Stark tried to say hi to the shower guy. Donald Duck and the shower guy got into a fight. Posiedon liked the hat. The little sailor hat deal. This Stark guy also met Donald Duck before not really explaining anything to Posiedon.
In the... mansion in the woods. Seriously, what is wrong with this place? Princess Lili woke up with a game show host named.... Sassy Chap. That just sounds like a messed up code name or something. She eventually ran off to the very specific Arden Woods to try and find some guy named Jack. Jaina found out that her husband was a Jaguar. The car. I'm... sorry? Or congratulations? I really don't know which. Watts and a Steven had strawberry shortcake in some boarding house and somehow that's so normal it seems ominous. There was some masked guy running around town to... fight crime? I really can't tell from this note.
That Padme lady from before ended up at the bar and the bartender there dressed up like her? Okay, I'm glad I didn't find that place now. Anakin apparently knew her and said it wasn't a kidnapping. Which I really don't think is true. Since I'm freaking STUCK IN HERE.
*chittering*
Well, I am. Jaina ended up telling Anakin and Padme about the car thing and how they knew each other. Kind of. Rey who was a Lego... okay, you can't just put that on a note and not explain what the hell it means. But a Lego ordered a drink from Padme and explained that she knew Anakin who looked different. Stark was rightfully confused by the Lego person, but for the wrong reasons. He found out that Anakin was a childhood friend of Padme and that Padme had a lot of experience with being kidnapped. Ahsoka--sure, why not another weird name--had a drink offered by Anakin and a shocked look from Padme. And Jonny ordered a very manly drink.
There. That's all you shoved at me. Can I leave?
*sullen chittering*
Okay. Good. Bye. Try not to get kidnapped by freaking squirrels.
The Streets of Fandom, Saturday Night
Jun. 7th, 2025 09:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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The streets of Mont St. Michel were just as in danger from Hawkmoth and his akuma as the streets of Paris. Cat Noir snuck, dashed, and backflipped his way across the rooftops, keeping a close eye on the streets. He didn't know where Ladybug was, but that was fine. It just meant that he'd have some stories to impress her with when he and Plagg returned to Paris.
While he was definitely keeping an eye out for akuma, he was also looking for a fromagerie. The house they were staying in didn't have an ounce of camembert in it, and Plagg was going to need some after Cat Noir detransformed.
While he was definitely keeping an eye out for akuma, he was also looking for a fromagerie. The house they were staying in didn't have an ounce of camembert in it, and Plagg was going to need some after Cat Noir detransformed.
Caritas, Saturday (6/7)
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Did Padme know that she needed to go to work at a bar? No. No, she did not. But she did need a drink as she figured out how best to address her current situation and that somehow ended up being said bar.
And then the bartender there had taken one look at her and her over the top outfit and disappeared for five minutes before returning in a matching outfit.
How long had Tino had that just waiting? Why had Tino had that waiting? These were questions to ponder and never learn the true answers to because, well, Tino.
Specials
Sarlacc Pit
Yub Nub
Coruscant Cooler
[ocd? I don't know her]
And then the bartender there had taken one look at her and her over the top outfit and disappeared for five minutes before returning in a matching outfit.
How long had Tino had that just waiting? Why had Tino had that waiting? These were questions to ponder and never learn the true answers to because, well, Tino.
Sarlacc Pit
Yub Nub
Coruscant Cooler
[ocd? I don't know her]
Midnight Manor Private Residence, Saturday Afternoon
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If there was anything amiss on the island, Watts was unaware, as he and Steven had done their usual Saturday routine of heading off-island for services and running errands, and then back home where Watts would get to baking and then piano practice.
Today, since strawberry season was officially upon them, he was making strawberry shortcake, slicing the strawberries slowly and methodically as he waited for the biscuits to finish baking.
Today, since strawberry season was officially upon them, he was making strawberry shortcake, slicing the strawberries slowly and methodically as he waited for the biscuits to finish baking.
IX Serendipity Place- Saturday morning
Jun. 7th, 2025 12:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It was a concern when Jaina didn't find Jag in the house when she got up. If not for the circumstances at home, she wouldn't have thought much of it, but the boys were fine and nothing felt wrong so she tamped down the paranoia and got ready for the day.
And on the way out with the kids, she spotted the car. It was impossible not to. The streets here were not built for cars, and it almost blocked the door. Which was a concern until she came around to the side of the car and saw that it was a Jaguar.
She sighed so, so hard. "This is the saddest way to get me to handle all your calls."
[Yep. Open if you're in the area!]
And on the way out with the kids, she spotted the car. It was impossible not to. The streets here were not built for cars, and it almost blocked the door. Which was a concern until she came around to the side of the car and saw that it was a Jaguar.
She sighed so, so hard. "This is the saddest way to get me to handle all your calls."
[Yep. Open if you're in the area!]
Second Floor Hallway, Saturday Morning
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Flash didn't realize it was Saturday, so he was on his way to work at the DMV (Department of Mammal Vehicles) at his usual lightning-fast speed.
Okay, it had taken him a few hours to get to this point, but for a sloth? Incredibly fast! Wow, look at him...inch along.
He'd get there eventually. Maybe.
((Open post is open!))
Okay, it had taken him a few hours to get to this point, but for a sloth? Incredibly fast! Wow, look at him...inch along.
He'd get there eventually. Maybe.
((Open post is open!))
Fandom Radio, Saturday, June 7
Jun. 7th, 2025 11:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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Ow! OOOOOWWW! Help! Help! Somebody help me! I'm being attacked by--by filthy squirrels!
*chittering*
What do you mean, 'We do this every Satur--' The squirrels can talk. I can understand the squirrels. Why, I always knew that I was special! And you want me to 'Just read the notes'? I can do that! I'm not much for reading, you know, but some little piffling notes will be no trouble! La, what a lark.
*silence*
*chittering*
I'm reading the notes! Just like you--oh, you want me to read them aloud, into this black thing...squirrels are so very odd. And you want me to say that these are from the school? All right, then. Here we go. Relax and Chill--that's a class? That's a class--watched a film, whatever that is, and Galactic Tourism went to Coruscant. I don't know what a galactic is or a Coruscant, but I hope a grand time was had on tour. Miss Smith and Mr. Rand discussed their familiarity with the place, and Mr. Rand asked Miss Beniko to accompany him to New York for the week end. That's far too far to go for such a short amount of time. I suspect these squirrels of writing nonsense! But I am bound to obey them lest they snatch out all my hair. Lord, I do suffer so. In First Aid Mr. Thor told the students what to do if someone suffers a broken bone, or a shock. I shall simply call for help very loudly.
Those are all the notes from the school, so I shall move along to the--
*chittering*
'Tell them--' Who's 'them?'
*chittering*
People are listening to this?! I--hello, mysterious audience. The squirrels oblige me to tell you that there are no notes from the dormitory, and I believe that very odd-looking bird is sad about it for some reason. There are, however, notes from the town, and I shall read them now in the hopes that my captors will release me. I don't know where George is and why he has not rescued me yet. It seems that a Miss Skywalker was at a warehouse where woodchucks were trying to get into the food. What is it with rodents in this place? Dean Skywalker and Miss Skywalker discussed his daughter before Miss Skywalker went home for an evening with her friend Miss Smith discussing Miss Smith's recent romantic complications. Oh, I do so love a romantic complication! Tell me more!
*annoyed chittering*
These talking squirrels are no fun. Miss Zarrin was hard at work at Plant Parenthood, it seems, whilst Mr. Argentum attempted 'yo yo tricks' at Turtle & Canary. Dr. Quinn found a statue at Needful Things highly suspicious, and at the Trooper Station Detective Watts received a floral arrangement courtesy of Mr. Grant. How odd. Did someone die? No matter, because we've the last note,which says that Captain Flint opened The Ink Spot, and now I'm finished, can I be free?
*chittering*
Thank heavens. I probably have some dreadful rodent disease now.
*sounds of complaining getting fainter and fainter in the distance until a squirrel shuts off the mic*
*chittering*
What do you mean, 'We do this every Satur--' The squirrels can talk. I can understand the squirrels. Why, I always knew that I was special! And you want me to 'Just read the notes'? I can do that! I'm not much for reading, you know, but some little piffling notes will be no trouble! La, what a lark.
*silence*
*chittering*
I'm reading the notes! Just like you--oh, you want me to read them aloud, into this black thing...squirrels are so very odd. And you want me to say that these are from the school? All right, then. Here we go. Relax and Chill--that's a class? That's a class--watched a film, whatever that is, and Galactic Tourism went to Coruscant. I don't know what a galactic is or a Coruscant, but I hope a grand time was had on tour. Miss Smith and Mr. Rand discussed their familiarity with the place, and Mr. Rand asked Miss Beniko to accompany him to New York for the week end. That's far too far to go for such a short amount of time. I suspect these squirrels of writing nonsense! But I am bound to obey them lest they snatch out all my hair. Lord, I do suffer so. In First Aid Mr. Thor told the students what to do if someone suffers a broken bone, or a shock. I shall simply call for help very loudly.
Those are all the notes from the school, so I shall move along to the--
*chittering*
'Tell them--' Who's 'them?'
*chittering*
People are listening to this?! I--hello, mysterious audience. The squirrels oblige me to tell you that there are no notes from the dormitory, and I believe that very odd-looking bird is sad about it for some reason. There are, however, notes from the town, and I shall read them now in the hopes that my captors will release me. I don't know where George is and why he has not rescued me yet. It seems that a Miss Skywalker was at a warehouse where woodchucks were trying to get into the food. What is it with rodents in this place? Dean Skywalker and Miss Skywalker discussed his daughter before Miss Skywalker went home for an evening with her friend Miss Smith discussing Miss Smith's recent romantic complications. Oh, I do so love a romantic complication! Tell me more!
*annoyed chittering*
These talking squirrels are no fun. Miss Zarrin was hard at work at Plant Parenthood, it seems, whilst Mr. Argentum attempted 'yo yo tricks' at Turtle & Canary. Dr. Quinn found a statue at Needful Things highly suspicious, and at the Trooper Station Detective Watts received a floral arrangement courtesy of Mr. Grant. How odd. Did someone die? No matter, because we've the last note,which says that Captain Flint opened The Ink Spot, and now I'm finished, can I be free?
*chittering*
Thank heavens. I probably have some dreadful rodent disease now.
*sounds of complaining getting fainter and fainter in the distance until a squirrel shuts off the mic*
The Forest of Arden, Saturday
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Normally, there were two forested areas on Fandom: the Preserve, and the wooded area, wherein a certain creepy mansion and a magical Grove were located. Saturday morning, however, the island sported a third: a beautiful bit of forest that could have been transplanted from the English Midlands and right next to Selkie Cove. Magical, idyllic, and somehow just big enough for people to get lost within while undergoing shenanigans to in the name of freedom and self-discovery. Full of exotic fauna and pastoral fantasy, it seemed to whisper to promises of refuge and safety (if, for example, you were fleeing from the harsh realities of Courtly life), of adventure and excitement, and, oddly enough, of cross-dressing, if you're of a mind to do so.
It's said that All the world's a stage, / And all the men and women merely players; / They have their exits and their entrances; / And one man in his time plays many parts. This weekend, all the world's a forest, at least for Arden Finch.
It's said that All the world's a stage, / And all the men and women merely players; / They have their exits and their entrances; / And one man in his time plays many parts. This weekend, all the world's a forest, at least for Arden Finch.
The Creepy and Very Confused Mansion in the Woods, Saturday Morning
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Liliana and Ignis had returned home very late Friday night, late enough that it was past his usual bedtime and verging on hers, so all they did was head up to their room and go to sleep, content to catch up on a week's worth of island news - and possibly sharing news of their own - the following morning.
The island, of course, was amused that they'd made plans, and the next morning it was not Liliana Vess, Planeswalker and the Multiverse's preeminent necromancer who woke up, nor did she wake up next to her newly affianced, Ignis Scientia. Instead, Princess Lili awoke with plans to run off into the woods to find her beloved, Jack O'The Green, and ended up next to--
"Who are you?!"
[For that sassy chap next to her, please!]
The island, of course, was amused that they'd made plans, and the next morning it was not Liliana Vess, Planeswalker and the Multiverse's preeminent necromancer who woke up, nor did she wake up next to her newly affianced, Ignis Scientia. Instead, Princess Lili awoke with plans to run off into the woods to find her beloved, Jack O'The Green, and ended up next to--
"Who are you?!"
[For that sassy chap next to her, please!]
Fandom Beach, Saturday mid-morning
Jun. 7th, 2025 11:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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If you'd been on the beach this morning, you might've thought that the man dressed in linen and wearing a Tahitian black pearl on a cord around his neck sitting quietly in the sand as he dried off had arrived right from the ocean.
But that would be extremely extra, wouldn't it? And Poseidon, god of the sea, was never anything but low key. Ignore hurricanes. And floods. And tsunamis.
He sat there, letting the wind blow his hair around, and stared out at the water. If the waves were bigger than they should be for a beach in Maryland, well, sometimes that happened.
[OOC: So open.]
But that would be extremely extra, wouldn't it? And Poseidon, god of the sea, was never anything but low key. Ignore hurricanes. And floods. And tsunamis.
He sat there, letting the wind blow his hair around, and stared out at the water. If the waves were bigger than they should be for a beach in Maryland, well, sometimes that happened.
[OOC: So open.]
MCA #0, Saturday morning
Jun. 7th, 2025 11:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Steve and Danny had arrived back from Hawai'i late last night after being released from the hospital earlier in the week. (Well, they thought it had been earlier in the week. Time had gotten weird traveling back from 2010.) They'd taken their bruised selves to separate bedrooms (it had taken only one night to realize that two people with still-healing liver transplant scars and restless sleep habits did not mix) and had gone to sleep.
And now Steve was waking up feeling amazing. Dare he say that he even felt swell?
Because he felt a lot like a super-soldier in the 1940s. He leaped athletically from bed and headed out into the kitchen, preparing to eat all the food he found there while trying to figure out why he wasn't still in London in 1945.
[OOC: Yes, I've swapped to a different Steve again.]
And now Steve was waking up feeling amazing. Dare he say that he even felt swell?
Because he felt a lot like a super-soldier in the 1940s. He leaped athletically from bed and headed out into the kitchen, preparing to eat all the food he found there while trying to figure out why he wasn't still in London in 1945.
[OOC: Yes, I've swapped to a different Steve again.]
3rd Floor Common Room - Saturday Morning
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Belle had been feeling a bit out of sorts Friday night and had ended up in the common room with a pot of tea, a cozy mystery novel, and the television playing something silly. She'd fallen asleep there eventually.
This morning Belle was nowhere to be found. Her mug was still sat on a table, the novel lay open on the chair. On the floor, next to the chair where Belle had fallen asleep, was a small red object. A small, round, red-wrapped cheese was on end, just standing there.
Yes, the cheese stands alone.
[Been joking about this for years. Open common room is open please do not eat Belle.]
This morning Belle was nowhere to be found. Her mug was still sat on a table, the novel lay open on the chair. On the floor, next to the chair where Belle had fallen asleep, was a small red object. A small, round, red-wrapped cheese was on end, just standing there.
Yes, the cheese stands alone.
[Been joking about this for years. Open common room is open please do not eat Belle.]
Stark Tower but Small [Saturday morning]
Jun. 7th, 2025 10:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Jake Jensen was not, let's say, naturally a morning person. Yes, when he was being all he could be he was up with the rest of the Army, jogging and sweating like an idiot, but that wasn't his first inclination. Or second. His inclination was to be up until all hours absolutely destroying some kids in a first-person shooter game and then really rubbing it in that he was old enough to both buy beer and grow a sweet goatee. Sometimes he would take both of those abilities to a bar in search of companionship, which, though he didn't remember doing so last night, appeared to be the case this morning.
This bed was sweet. And enormous. He stretched out his arms and legs, reveling in the feel of sheets that had definitely been washed more recently than his had, and rubbed up against a hairy leg that definitely wasn't his.
Okay. Okay. This was fine. He was an open-minded guy! He--very smoothly, okay--slid his foot up that leg again trying to decide if the leg hair was free-spirited-lady-with-no-time-for-societal-expectations hair or, you know, dude hair.
Both of which would be fine! A-Okay! Nothing to freak out about! He was definitely not freaking out and he'd shoot anyone who said he was.
[OOC: Steve is Jake Jensen from The Losers for the weekend! Open for that dude he's definitely not married to.]
This bed was sweet. And enormous. He stretched out his arms and legs, reveling in the feel of sheets that had definitely been washed more recently than his had, and rubbed up against a hairy leg that definitely wasn't his.
Okay. Okay. This was fine. He was an open-minded guy! He--very smoothly, okay--slid his foot up that leg again trying to decide if the leg hair was free-spirited-lady-with-no-time-for-societal-expectations hair or, you know, dude hair.
Both of which would be fine! A-Okay! Nothing to freak out about! He was definitely not freaking out and he'd shoot anyone who said he was.
[OOC: Steve is Jake Jensen from The Losers for the weekend! Open for that dude he's definitely not married to.]
MHA #19, Saturday Morning
Jun. 7th, 2025 08:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Well, Jane had for sure gone to bed as Jane Foster. Which was perfectly normal and fine for this island. But she then went and woke up as a galactic senator who for sure was confused by the non-secret husband in her bed.
And yes, her hair and makeup was somehow perfect upon waking up. And the pajamas were just unnecessarily elaborate.
Because reasons. George Lucas reasons.
"Hello?"
[for sp and the poor, poor boyfriend]
And yes, her hair and makeup was somehow perfect upon waking up. And the pajamas were just unnecessarily elaborate.
Because reasons. George Lucas reasons.
"Hello?"
[for sp and the poor, poor boyfriend]
The Ink Spot [Friday]
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After being blocked into his apartment last Thursday with enormous trunks labeled "THOMAS" and "MIRANDA" and "THE GODDAMN BRITISH NAVY", Flint had not been fit for company for a week.
(Leaving the building only to get coated in goo on Wednesday had reinforced that hermit-y impulse.)
But alas, the wheels of capitalism ground on, and so he might even attempt to sell a book today. He'd unlocked the shop's door, after all, and he still had a small-ish bookcase of books he'd read and didn't care for.
Every other book he was keeping, though. Small steps.
The Ink Spot was open. Sort of.
(Leaving the building only to get coated in goo on Wednesday had reinforced that hermit-y impulse.)
But alas, the wheels of capitalism ground on, and so he might even attempt to sell a book today. He'd unlocked the shop's door, after all, and he still had a small-ish bookcase of books he'd read and didn't care for.
Every other book he was keeping, though. Small steps.
The Ink Spot was open. Sort of.