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Now that everyone had survived graduation, it was time to celebrate with brunch foods!

Shhh, tasty traditions were important.

There were tables and chairs set up in the park, along with a buffet of moddable brunch foods. Hopefully, anyone nursing a hangover or multiple hickeys could hide that business in front of their loved ones!

nottrivial

The radio in the shop was on and refused to be turned off no matter how much Alec fiddled with it, which meant that he was stuck listening to an agonizing, unending chain of pop songs, each one more nonsensical than the last.

Because of his low resistance for this sort of thing, his head started pounding by ten o'clock and it was probably not going to stop for the rest of the day.

nottrivial

"Oh, this is ridiculous."

The shipment of arrows that had arrived at the store today were all pink and plastic, with heart-shaped arrowheads. Alec was thoroughly unamused. He immediately started taping the first box back up, not willing to leave it open for so much as a minute.

Alec didn't have a whole lot of Valentine's Day spirit, no. But thanks for asking.

nottrivial

Alec signed for a shipment of heavy weapons early in the morning, and spent the rest of the morning wondering if these guns should even be displayed. They used focused radiation to create a destructive beam and were apparently based on alien technology. They were also, it was worth noting, about half Alec's height, width-wise.

Eventually he decided to do what he often did with the incredibly destructive stuff they sometimes had delivered, and dumped the boxes in a storage closet off the side of the meditation room. Mr. Swanson could decide what to do with them.

myownface

Second verse, same as the first, but a little hung over and--

Eh, screw it. Sparkle was at the clothing store today in case anybody decided that their current clothing situation wasn't working out for them. He'd had a good night hitting up the bars in Baltimore, had been treated to a few drinks by some charming young men who were out on the town, and now he was back at work, contemplating doing it all again tonight.

Yeah, he could be doing one of a million fascinating things right now, but honestly, he kind of just enjoyed the excuse to dress up and bum around the clothing.

[Open!]

myownface

The freaking heat was out at Dite's today. And sure, Sparkle had called someone in to come beat the furnace into submission, but in the meantime, it was freaking cold. And it wasn't even like there was anything of any substance in here to keep warm under. Lingerie? Not exactly made for warmth, after all.

And sure, he'd brag that, as a Canadian who had done his fair share of winter nights on the streets, he was better-suited to winter cold than most people. But one of the first things any Canadian learns is that, if you can avoid the cold, you freaking do it. It was just common freaking sense.

Barring that, layers. Which was why there was a somewhat miserable Sparkle sitting at the till of Dite's today in his winter duds, buried under a small heap of lacy underthings. Bury yourself under enough silk corsets, and it was almost like being under a blanket. Almost.

He'd sort them out again and put them away once the furnace-guy fixed the place and it warmed up again. In the meantime, no work was getting done. At all.

[OOC: Ah, semi-method RP. My heap of blankets and space heater and a cat shoved into the foot of my sleeping bag are barely making up for the fact that our heat is out and there's a blizzard out there. Open, and chilly.]

nottrivial

Now that those vending machines were gone, business had picked back up at Freedom Arms, and in the spirit of capitalism, Alec was rolling with the momentum by advertising a sale.

BUY TWO GUNS, GET THE THIRD FREE

He had, however, thrown out the sandwich board sign that Ron had made him wear. There was a limit to what he would do for this job.

handsome-me.livejournal.com

There wasn't a radio broadcast from Handsome Jack this morning. He'd said his piece last night, and today was just a waiting game. Hyperion's men were patrolling the town throughout the morning (and shooting errant psychos who were starting to roam further and further away from their original area) but other than that, Jack just let everyone stew in their own trepidation at what was perhaps to come.

But in the afternoon, Hyperion's yellow-clad employees began to quite firmly direct and escort everyone out to the wooded unexplored area. They did not check anyone for weapons – Jack thought it would be funnier if the good people of Fandom thought they could really still do something somehow – but they were very insistent that everyone came along.

And once they'd come along, they were finally taken past an awfully convenient New-U Station inside the Vault dig site's perimeter. It was a clearing, surrounded from all sides by those all-too-familiar Hyperion engineers. In the middle of it, there were folding chairs set out for an audience. (That was you, people of Fandom!) In the direction that the chairs were facing, a ceremonial ribbon separated the rest of the area from what had to be the Vault. Probably. There was a podium-like thing sticking out from a hole, although the hole didn't look like something that had taken a whole week to dig.

(It hadn't. There were other bits in the ground around the clearing that looked like they'd been smoothed over, which was because the Vault had seemingly kept moving underground. Very inconvenient. But Hyperion had caught it eventually.)

And right in front of the ribbon stood a man who looked like he didn't have a care in the world, dressed casually kind of like a classy space pirate, or something. If you'd seen one of those posters from yesterday and wondered what the random things on his chin and his forehead were? They seemed to be metallic clips… that were keeping his face in place. Yeah. This was Handsome Jack and he was indeed compensating for something.

"Welcome, people of Fandom," his voice boomed from the loudspeakers, once more or less everyone had gotten seated. "Now, I know you're all just dying to see me use the Vault key and discover what the Vault has in store for us all, but you'll have to wait for just a moment. Because I would like to thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for teaching me an important lesson: just how incredibly pointless you small town bandits can be! I mean, it's amazing, really. So much energy spent on pointless pretending to be heroic in the face of a much awesomer power! Think of all the miserable county fairs you could have organized with all the energy you've stupidly spent on trying to stand up to me."

He... kind of went on for a while on that topic, berating them. Sorry, not sorry.

"–– and in conclusion, if you'll pardon my Truxican, that is why you suck. In my humble opinion. But enough with the speeches." He turned towards the ribbon separating him from the Vault. "I know what everyone's really here for!"

A Hyperion worker handed him a giant pair of scissors, and he cut the ribbon. And right there was your cue, Fandom. One last stand of utter chaos with a tiny bit of cunning tactics.

[ocd up! finale away!]

nottrivial

It turned out that there were worse things than temporarily dying. Like standing outside a weapons store wearing a sign at his employer's request.

( poor Alec )

He was also wearing a rather disgruntled facial expression, though Ron hadn't demanded that part.

It was chilly out, and really, what had Alec done to deserve this? He'd much rather take his chances with the psychos again.

[[blame

nomeatvirgin, of course. open!]]

nottrivial

Contrary to what was often the case, Alec was not oblivious to the recent weirdness that had been affecting the island. There were inept mundanes carrying guns. You'd better believe he was paying attention.

In response, he'd been carrying his bow strapped to his back lately and making sure to have a seraph blade or two on him at all times, something he'd gotten out of the habit of since moving here. It wasn't that he was worried about the mundies with guns -- hardly -- but people starting to arm themselves usually coincided with other problems, and Alec didn't want to be caught off-guard, not even when he was just out buying a bottle of water.

It went without saying that he was probably going to be, one way or another.

[[open, expecting one!]]

nottrivial

Alec was incredibly graceful, on account of being part-angel and all, so he did not slip and fall on the ice that appeared under his feet on the way to work today. He didn't like it so much when the ice appeared inside the shop, though. When it melted, the floor was going to be wet, and was the island going to clean that up all by itself?

As it turned out, no. It didn't.

So he had a mop and bucket and a few rolls of paper towels, and he was just going to work his way through cleaning the floor. Alec had exactly zero experience in this topic, so it was a little... inefficient, the way he was going about it.

nottrivial

There were, for reasons unknown, a crap-ton of katanas in the store today. More katanas than Alec felt could reasonably be sold in a year. So it was for that reason, and not because of anything else, that he found himself marking them down. Way, way down.

Katanas. Get four for the price of one.

Much later in the day, he modified the sign just slightly:

Katanas! Get four for the price of one.

In retrospect, he thought he actually preferred the first version, but there was no way to undo it now.

nottrivial

There wasn't really anything out of the ordinary today about Alec's day and the way he was going about it. He had a little bit of inventory to do and a shelf to rearrange. Ordinary weapons store stuff.

The only noteworthy thing about his workday was the fact that he was wearing a spectacularly ugly sweater - far uglier than even his usual ugly sweaters. It was neon lilac, and historically he had found it useful for fighting demons who happened to bleed neon lilac-colored blood. There were a few dark stains on the sleeves and the chest from just that.

Someone could argue that Alec was using this distractingly ugly sweater to sublimate his frustration over not being able to remember much of what had happened last weekend when he'd been a small child. However, they would be wrong. Alec didn't even realize this sweater was so ugly. So.

myownface

"Adorable. Fucking adorable."

So, Sparkle was still an obnoxious teenager this weekend, doing all those things that he usually did, being an obnoxious teen. Going to work, pretending to want to be at work for all of fifteen minutes, and then deciding to just wander around, poking at whatever the hell the island had done to the merchandise.

And what merchandise had grabbed his attention today? Onesies. Cute little animal-hooded footie pajamas, to be more accurate. In sizes ranging from devastatingly adorable newborn baby to what Sparkle could only guess was something intended to be worn either by a very, very large adult, or maybe a silverback gorilla. One of those.

"Why is everything so fucking cute?"

Because of what weekend it was, Sparkle. Because of the weekend.

[OOC: Open and OCD-free!]

nottrivial

You know what, yeah, the meditation room really was dusty enough to warrant a second Friday in a row being spent cleaning it. Even though the windows were shut and the fan wasn't on, Alec could swear some of this dust was moving around on its own. Ugh. Angel, this was annoying.

nottrivial

Alec was cleaning up the meditation room like nobody's business. He had no idea how it had accumulated so much dust over the past few weeks of not being used... oh, wait, that explained it.

Well, it was going to be spotless by the end of the day, that was for sure. Maybe even by lunch.

myownface

Sparkle was having another slow shift at Demon Marcus. Everything that needed to be put out was out, everything that needed to be chucked into the back room and hidden away from humanity for the sake of good taste was hidden away... Hell, Sparkle had even swept and mopped the floors early out of sheer boredom.

Clearly, the only thing to do at this point was to slump melodramatically over the counter and lament how boring today truly was. Maybe while painting his nails in rainbow colours.

"Why is it so damn hard to find a good, solid yellow?"

Sparkle's life was so tough.

[Open, OCD-free!]

seveninchmotto

It was an evening for dressing up! And Isabelle had dressed up too. Just... not in a costume, but her Shadowhunter gear. Boots buckled up to her knees, black pants and shirt hugging her form, the fabric on both covered with near-invisible silvery runes. And she had her whip coiled around one arm like a slightly over the top bracelet. She had other weapons hidden on her person too, naturally. It was her way.

She wasn't even expecting to run into any trouble. But she'd made plans with Alec to patrol anyway. If everyone else wanted to be dressing up as monsters and Downworlders and whatever, let them. Isabelle and Alec would just make sure nothing bad slipped into town while people were having fun.

But for now, they hand't met up yet, and she was still alone, just walking the streets. Keeping watch for anything out of the ordinary – gremlins in pumpkin masks didn't count – and still getting acquainted with the streets and the town.

It was not New York. Tonight, that almost seemed boring. ... Apart from the candy rain, obviously.

[ooc: Up early because timezones. Expecting one but omg oooopen!]

nottrivial

This was a joke, right? Alec looked down at the boxes that had just arrived.

They were clearly costume weapons -- some collapsible swords, some plastic toy guns, the odd fake bow -- but he couldn't figure out what the deal was with the colorful staffs attached to handles meant to look like metal, with on and off switches that made the staffs light up and glow. Seriously, what were they? And why would anyone fight with such brightly-colored, obvious, noticable weapons? Especially when they were so long. Who wanted to carry those around?

Alec had a lot of questions. Even though they were just costumes. He eyed the box for a long time after setting up a halfhearted display. Maybe too long a time.

nottrivial

Every once in a while, a shipment of weapons was delivered to Freedom Arms that Alec had absolutely no idea how to identify. Today was one of those days, and he found himself staring in bewilderment at a box of large, apparently mechanized... somethings.

Seriously, where were the triggers on these things? What kind of ammunition did they take? What did they even do? He just didn't know.

nottrivial

Alec was doing inventory. Not that he thought that his employer cared at all about how many of each weapon they had -- he was fairly sure that as long as they actually made a profit, Mr. Swanson couldn't care less. And they were making a profit, so this was more for the sake of having something to do.

For one thing, he was pretty sure they had more rocket launchers than they needed. That was just a suspicion.

nottrivial

Today the store received a large shipment of marshmallow shooters, which Alec didn't think belonged in a weapon store. As far as he was concerned, they were probably better suited to, say, a toy store. Or SkyMall.

Then he read the box very carefully, and after translating the Swedish that was on there, learned that the marshmallows provided as ammo actually exploded.

Now he still wasn't sure if they should sell these here, but for different reasons.

Freedom Arms was open!

nottrivial

This summer had been too quiet. Almost worryingly quiet. And there was still almost an entire month left before it was over. Frustrated and almost bored to tears, Alec was spending his shift today flipping through newspapers from different cities in search of... something. Accounts of weird attacks or something. He mostly just wanted to make sure the world still existed outside of this island, see.

Also, there was a two-for-one sale on water guns today, which, frankly, Alec did not think belonged at a weapons store.

nottrivial

Alec genuinely did not know why there were multiple rocket launchers being dropped off today, as well as several pirate swords, a compact pink taser, and a book of exploding paper. He didn't know what the common thread among all of those items was, besides "ridiculous," so he simply decided to set up a window display labeled "Miscellaneous."

Oh, Fandom. You were a weird town.

myownface

Sparkle was at a bit of a loss, today. Dite's had just gotten in an order, and he had been having a grand old time going over things and making sure everything was in its place. It had been going great, too! He'd set aside a few containers of edible body paint entirely because they amused him, put more complimentary condoms into the bowl by the till, even managed to get the giant metal rooster into some new sexy lingerie without ruining either the stock or the cock. It was like a victory!

Except when he went over the invoice to make certain that nothing had been missed, there was one item that wasn't in any of the boxes anywhere. Sparkle even put forth the effort to tear the boxes apart to make sure that nothing had been tucked under a loose flap of cardboard or something... but no. The Cupid's Arrow 'Play'Set was nowhere to be found.

Huh. Well, that was weird.

[Couldn't resist. Open, but OCD-free!]

nottrivial

Today a new shipment of specialty arrows came in, and Alec couldn't help but be amused as he went through them. There were music-playing arrows, chocolate milk arrows, sock arrows... he had no idea how all of these managed to be aerodynamic enough to actually get anywhere.

Then he found an arrow that looked like it belonged at the sex store instead, and he decided that he was done going through this box for now. Yikes.

nottrivial

Today Alec had the maddening sensation of having a song in his head that he couldn't quite identify, which meant that, while he certainly could go along humming the fragments of the melody that he did know, he would feel a little uncomfortable doing that when he didn't know all the words.

He wound up humming anyway, though. Sigh, Fandom. You won.

nottrivial

Today, no sooner had Alec arrived at the store than did he receive a large shipment of what turned out to be several annoyingly thoroughly-wrapped boxes of tasers and pepper spray containers decorated with stars and stripes. And, on top of that, there were a few boxes of tasers and pepper spray containers with other countries' flags on them too.

He didn't know why, how, or even really what, but he made a sign.

Tasers and pepper spray decorated patriotically for several different countries
SALE

Getting things done, Alec style.

icecoldfrost

The giant rooster outside the store had been temporarily bedecked with all the colors of the rainbow - and glitter, thank you, Sparkle - to welcome people to Dite's Decadent Delights First Annual Pride Party.

Look, there was more than enough crap going on in the world, Emma and Sparkle weren't going to pass up the chance to A) Throw a party and B) Make some money from it.

The door was propped open, the music was playing, and the island was cordially invited. Although, yes, you DO have to be 18 to buy some of the more explicit films, still. Sorry, kids.

[OOC: Open post, open party! Come on in!]

nottrivial

The end of classes for the first summer session meant that Alec had officially been here for a full year. That would be less weird if a whole several-month chunk out of that year hadn't been sans the parabatai that he had come here to spend time with, but - and here was the really bizarre part - it turned out that he had more reasons to stay besides just him.

So he wasn't feeling contemplative or anything as he did his shift at the shop today (Alec didn't really do contemplative). More like antsy. And bored. Very, very bored.

nottrivial

Alec still felt weird about the future that he apparently was going to make for himself. He had been feeling weird about it all week, in fact, with the exception of the day he'd found the puppy in the pool. That had served as an excellent distraction.

Now, though, he was back to feeling uncomfortable about it, so he decided to distract himself by reorganizing the sword display by country and era of origin rather than by size.

Some people would have just eaten ice cream, but Alec dared to be different.

makemyownway.livejournal.com

The weather was still behaving itself, so the sun was beaming down brightly (which might not be appreciated by those who overindulged last night), the humidity wasn't unbearable, and the mosquitoes were keeping to themselves.

Beneath a generously be-glittered banner that read "20th ANNIVERSARY REUNION!" was a veritable feast of breakfast-y foods on tables that looked dangerously close to toppling under the weight.

There were pastries, various egg dishes, and yogurt parfaits in mason jars (because Pinterest might have died ten years ago but mason jars were forever). There was more coffee than should probably be legal.

Come out! Tend to your hangovers! Explain any walks of shame!

And, if you were a father, come get your complimentary glass of sparkling wine or Bloody Mary. The administration figured you deserved one.

nottrivial

Sparkle was napping today.

In Alec's lap, unfortunately (or fortunately, depended on who you asked; in this case, you'd probably only get the 'fortunately' response from, well, Sparkle). It was strange, because Sparkle had been spending most of his time lately running around and being hyper, so the napping was unusual, but then, there had been kind of a lot of bouncy castle movement last night, so -- it was understandable.

It was getting to the point where Alec was kind of thinking about moving to the hotel for a night or two just to get some sleep. And so his back would stop hurting.

nottrivial

Alec had a dog with him at work today, and anyone who thought that that might be dangerous obviously had no idea how clueless about weapons Sparkle was.

It still wasn't idea for professional reasons to have a dog at the shop, but at the very least, Alec could say with about ninety-nine percent certainty that Sparkle was going nowhere near the guns in his corgi'd state. Or, you know, probably ever.

And it was thanks to the 'bark once for yes, bark twice for no' strategy that Alec came up with today's discount.

20% off most knives
30% off the sparkly ones

nottrivial

It had been a really, really long time since Alec had done a proper patrol. He didn't even want to try to figure out how long it had been, because seriously, it was shameful. But what was the point when there was almost guaranteed to be nothing worth going after there? This island wasn't exactly overflowing with demons. At least the murdery kind.

But class today had gotten him thinking about how crappy he'd been at his job lately, and he didn't really feel right not doing anything with that reminder. So. Patrolling. Pointlessly, yes. But he was going to do a few laps around this tiny, tiny graveyard until he felt like a halfway decent Shadowhunter again.

Though he did have his phone out to check for texts, which wasn't really a good-Shadowhunter thing to do. No one was perfect, okay?

[[open!]]

ultron_junior

It started as a normal workday, and it might have stayed that way if Victor hadn't managed to step on a container of oil in a way that made it explode all over him. He could scrape his arms and face clean, but staying in his clothes was impossible -- they were cold, wet, greasy and smelled terrible.

"Hey, JARVIS?" he called toward the ceiling. "Are there any clothes in the shop I could change into?"

"My pleasure, Mr. Mancha," the AI responded, and a closet door Victor had never noticed before whirred open.

"Thanks," he started to say, before he got a good look inside. The dress in the closet was about the pinkest, poofiest, girliest monstrosity he had ever seen.

"JARVIS?" Victor said. "That ... is not for me."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mancha," JARVIS said. "Our systems indicate that is the only piece of clothing available in your size. Would you require anything else?"

Victor gave a moment of wild thought to working in his boxer shorts, but of course he'd worn the pair with the hole today. And after a year at the shop, he knew that when JARVIS made a decision it tended to stand as final. "No, thanks," he said. "I guess this'll have to work."

He plucked the dress from the hanger and set to trying to figure out how to get into it, cursing the whole time. Some AIs had horrible senses of humor.

[OOC: Open shop! Come see Victor's pretty pretty princess dress for I Never week.]

nottrivial

Perhaps predictably after Clint's class today, there was a sale on bows at Freedom Arms. Now that this weapons store actually sold weapons, Alec felt comfortable neatly printing a sign that read "All Bows 20% Off" and hanging it up on the door, when under the previous management he would have felt bad giving someone the impression that they were allowed to buy things here when that probably wasn't the case.

Anyway. Longbows, compound bows, recurve bows, crossbows - all twenty percent off today. If you felt like buying a discounted weapon from a bored seventeen-year-old and didn't mind that that sounded a little sketchy.

nottrivial

Alec normally did his best to work at work, but today, certain phone calls were making it difficult to concentrate. Not to mention a few phone calls he felt compelled to place on his own. The result was a lot of confusion.

As soon as he turned his attention back to inventory and organization, the business phone rang, and someone on the other end of the line wanted to know if they sold reptilian condoms.

Alec gave them the number for Dite's. And then wondered how he could go about bleaching his brain.

whenshewasnice

There were flying, fire-breathing jalapeños. Of course there were. Why wouldn't there be? What else could Natalie possibly have expected, coming back from Montreal around noon? Sam was edging towards a nervous breakdown, so why wouldn't there be chili peppers breathing fire and flying through the air, trying to hurt everyone?

And yet it was almost a good thing. Something to do. Natalie was already on the phone to Clint when she was making her way to the dorms. By the time she was coming back into town with her bow, it had already pretty much turned into a target practice field trip. Climb up high and try to shoot moving targets that could give you third degree burns if you let them too close.

And the view from the roof was... Kind of insane, yes. Seriously, who even thought of these invasions?

"This is just ridiculous."

[ooc: Archers assemble! This is mainly for the bows and arrows gang, but if you want to climb up too, or gawk, or need assistance down in the street, go for it! Up early for timezones, I will stop spamming the flist now.]

nottrivial

There were, for some reason that Alec couldn't glean from the invoice, a weird amount of hunting traps at the store today.

While there were many reasons that Alec had initially been interested in working at this store, the prospect of categorizing beaver, skunk and bear traps was not one of them. In fact, as hypocritical as it was given that he not-so-regularly fought demons, he was finding the whole experience a little creepy.

Especially the squirrel traps. And he was pretty sure the intrepid journalist who was reporting on him today felt the same way. Ick.

[[open, no ocd!]]

furnaceface

There were worse ways to wake up, Jono supposed, than in a warm bed with a happy-looking cat curled up on his feet. At least, generally, there were. But mornings that looked good at a glance tended to have him suspicious. Call it paranoia if you wanted to, a result of the status being not so quo as he was told it once had been. Jono preferred to think of it as 'having a survival instinct.' One didn't ally oneself with Magneto's cause and survive for very long by taking unnecessary risks, after all.

Particularly not with individuals like Colossus and Shadowcat doing the training.

It hadn't taken much, at least, for Jonothon to ascertain that the building wasn't harbouring a mess of booby traps, and he'd even found the fridge more or less stocked with food that hadn't gone green in places it wasn't supposed to be. Good. He hadn't really wanted to end up eating the cat if he found himself getting hungry, after all. He made a note of that, and decided that the - it looked like a theatre, some remnant from back when the world apparently made some measure of sense - would make a decent home base to return to, if nothing else, provided he couldn't figure out where the hell he was before he needed to sleep again. There was a castle out there, he'd noticed it through the kitchen window while rummaging for food, but it was most certainly not the one he was familiar with, the one that was tucked away in the middle of the Colorado Rockies.

The other members of Generation Next, wherever the hell they were at, would definitely get a kick out of this place.

Jono, however, was mostly getting a kick out of the acoustic guitar that he'd come across downstairs, obviously lovingly tended to and sitting on a stand by an office door. He'd had one of these things as a young boy, back when his granddad would tell him stories of a world before Apocalypse had assumed control of everything, but civilization had gone to hell so quickly that he'd never really had time to get very good at it. He wasn't much good with it, obviously. That sort of thing tended to go to the wayside when you didn't touch it for a good decade or so. But that wasn't going to stop him from taking a few moments before setting out to explore just to stand against the wall and try to remember where his fingers were supposed to go in order to make something a little more like music and a little less like noise.

... It was slow going.

[OOC: Open! Jono is himself, but from Marvel's Age of Apocalypse AU! He won't stick around the Boards for long today, so feel free to mod the Boards for your own nefarious purposes for the rest of the weekend if you want to.]

nottrivial

Alec had been having a rough few weeks, and honestly, he wasn't sure that the bummed-out feeling was going to go away without playing to his strengths. Training and working here at Freedom Arms were all well and good, but he was a Nephilim, and he'd always preferred the hands-on mind-off method of dealing with his problems: beating up some unrelated, irrelevant demon in order to feel better.

That wasn't always possible here, or... ever possible here, so he was thinking of maybe going home for a few days. It'd be nice to take a break. He could use the sanity check.

In the meantime, he was still here, and he had some shotguns to set up in the shape of an American flag. Oh, new management.

nottrivial

So, Alec had two kids this weekend. He wasn't a kid person, really, and wasn't at all sure that he wanted them in the long term, but this weekend there were two teenage girls calling him Dad and every so often demanding to be taken for new clothes from Demon Marcus or new arrowheads from Freedom Arms. (Guess which was which.)

Rainey had been appeased easily enough with a few skirts and a pair of boots, but Cassandra had wanted coffee in addition to new arrowheads, which led to Alec and both the girls heading over to the Perk for caffeinated drinks and, in Rainey's case, pastries. After a minor spat broke out between the girls, Alec requested that they separate themselves, the end result being Cassandra huffily sitting by herself on one side of the café while Alec and Rainey discussed Aunt Isabelle's fighting gear on the other.

Seriously, why did anyone sign up to be a parent? Alec sure didn't know.

[[open perk!]]

rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com

The collective wisdom of the Student Council this week pretty much boiled down to "body glitter is AMAZING", and that somehow translated to a space theme for prom. The ceiling was covered in twinkling lights, and there were glitter-drenched foam planets, moons and asteroids hanging in corners and above the dance floor and buffet.

There was glitter everywhere, of course, because "excellent focus" wasn't really a hallmark of anyone this week and vials of the stuff kept getting knocked over. There was also containers of body glitter on the tables for those who might not be sparkly enough yet and some slightly questionable artwork of scantily clad aliens with gravity-defying body parts to take pictures next to because teenagers under the effects of sex pollen made the best decorating choices.

The food trended toward the chocolate-covered and supposedly aphrodisiac (with plenty of edible glitter added in, of course) and the punch was unspiked for the moment.

The lights were down low, there were plenty of dark corners, the music was a little Marvin Gaye-heavy and the chaperones, frankly, had their work cut out for them tonight.

Welcome to Prom Night 2013! Try to behave yourselves.

[OOC: Arrive and Mingle | Photographer | Food and Punch | Shadowy Corner | Dancing | Chaperones | OOC] And don't forget to vote!

Current Mood: bouncy

nottrivial

So, anyone who thought hanging out in a store full of fancy weapons couldn't be a turn-on had obviously never met an archery freak.

Alec was doing his best to counteract that issue by staring mostly at the guns, but truth be told, even some of them were pretty impressively-crafted. And he was the furthest thing from a gun person.

Well, no. He wasn't Bruce Wayne.

In any event, Alec would just be toughing it out, possibly jittering a bit, and really looking forward to tonight.

nottrivial

Wellspring Arms had received a new shipment of various kinds of bows today, which meant that it was a very geeky Alec who could be found sorting through them and assembling little bow families of different types. He hoped all of these would go to good homes, because some of them were very well-crafted and it would be a shame for them to live on the shelf forever like the guns they 'sold' here.

This shouldn't be nearly as fun a day for Alec as it was, but his utter dorkitude probably wouldn't come as a surprise to anyone. They were bows.

nottrivial

After a few weeks at work doing things other than his job, Alec was spending the day making up for it by working on updating the catalog of non-gun weapons that they sold here. Either it was out of date or they sold way more medieval slingshots here than Alec had realized, so it was probably going to take him a sizable chunk of the afternoon. Fortunately, he had coffee and superhuman stamina. Not in the dirty way. Just in the way where he'd have enough energy to survive the day. Probably.

hasadestiny

If there was one thing a Fandom Dance could be guaranteed to have, it was glitter. Thus the abundance of glitter coating the hall decorations should have come as no surprise to the arriving guests, that a large number of said decorations were pterodactyl-shaped may have.

But the theme was 'Love is in the Air', and if you did not agree that the mighty the pterodactyl was the most romantic of flying creatures, then maybe the winged cow was for you. Or perhaps the helicopter.

In any case, there were open doors, and unspiked punch, and the 2013 Valentine's Day dance was ready to welcome you all.

[ Arrival/Mingling | Photographer | Punch & Food | Dance Floor | Shadowy Corners | Chaperones | OOC ]

nottrivial

Today was a busy day for Alec at Wellspring Arms and elsewhere, but not in the bad way. And also, not in the way that involved doing a lot of work. Go figure.

First thing in the morning, the new suit that Kate had insisted on having tailored was dropped off, which left Alec in the unenviable position of having to choose between putting the suit on or having a garment bag slung over the counter of a weapons shop all day. He chose the former, which just left him looking like an unusually dapper weapons salesman for a while, but then he remembered the tie.

Right. The tie.

With ten minutes to go until the end of his shift and the start of the dance, Alec could be found hurriedly watching a Youtube video entitled 'How to Tie a Tie' and attempting to replicate what the guy was doing. He was doing a very poor job.

[[open shop, and yes, i do realize i made a weapons store post entirely about clothing. i apologize.]]

nottrivial

Alec had barely stepped into the shop before he realized something strange and undoubtedly Fandomesque was afoot. Specifically, there were red rubber balls all over the floor.

Barely had he begun to ask "What--?" before he saw, in the corner of the shop, an intrepid squirrel gnawing on one of the balls.

"Right," he said slowly, heading for the broom closet. "O...kay then."

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