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Natasha was aware someone had been following her for the last day or so, and had been waiting for them to make themselves known. When they hadn't by the time she finished up with some paperwork at the gym, she decided enough was enough and stopped after locking up to say, "Well, you might as well come out."

((For lurker-related purposes, but open, as it is a street.))

throughaphase

For some reason, the zombie band was trying their hand at Metallica covers today. And as it turned out, it was really pretty difficult for dead guys (and girl) to keep up the tempo that came with 80's metal songs.

For her part, Kitty had already grabbed a bottle of aspirin from her office in case anyone needed it, and was maybe wondering why deafness day couldn't have waited until today.

imablackwidowbaby

Natasha had gotten to the gym early on Monday to make sure everything was in order before she opened the place, by which she meant 'no one had wound up having sex on the mats.' She'd deep cleaned worse, but she would prefer not to, thanks.

She would have to thank Clint for remembering to take his party elsewhere. It would make a nice segue into 'so I really ineffectually tried to hit on your girlfriend.' She had no idea what had been going on with that; she was usually much better at both seduction and first aid.

As it was, she was distracting herself with regular cleaning, interspersed with paperwork and texting Clint.

((Open gym is open!))

throughaphase

Kitty hadn't especially needed radio to figure out something was up on the island. No, she'd figured that out around the time Derek ended up stripping on the stage of her bar, because it had a stripper pole now. And that didn't even count strangers having an opinion on- or apparently watching- her love life. Whatever it was, she assumed it was one of those weird weekends where everyone went insane and it all fixed itself by Monday's classes, so as long as none of it seemed to be affecting her, she was going to try and keep to the less populated areas of town and try to avoid the weirdest stuff today.

Of course taking a walk around the warehouse district meant that she ended up watching a fight between some random astronauts and equally random cavemen, which, okay, had been kind of entertaining since no one was doing any actual fighting. This is what happened when the fic writers didn't know how to write fight scenes. Mostly what they did was yell dramatic things at each other while shaking what looked like Roman spears, because someone had also not done their research. Like at all.

And then came the part where a caveman finally threw a spear, probably due to caveman temper or something, and totally missed any any all astronauts to hit Kitty in the side. Not only did it seem like it'd been specifically aimed at her for no reason, but it hit her where it wouldn't do any real permanent damage, but would still hurt like hell. Which it did. It totally, totally did.

Since the cavemen and astronauts had started wandering off to argue elsewhere, Kitty had to sit down and try to fix this. Normally it'd be easy: she could phase the spear out without causing any more damage, then head on over to the clinic while phased because she couldn't bleed when she wasn't solid. The problem with that was that she'd mostly been unable to phase since yesterday since someone didn't seem to get how her powers worked.

So for the moment she was going to sit here against the wall of the warehouse and try to figure out what to do about this. Stupid cavemen. Now she knew who she rooted for in that time-honored debate.

[For one!]

sith_happened

As the sun began to set, a portal reappeared in the park, sending out the irresistible, inescapable call for the young (and not so young) offspring who had come tumbling out of it on Saturday had to heed.

Time was up, folks. It's time to say goodbye.

Current Mood: sad

abakingmetaphor.livejournal.com

Okay Buffy was well aware that she had a pretty active sex drive, but there was something about this week that made it almost unbearable. She had been, ahem, taking care of things herself of course but it wasn't really doing the trick as the week went on.

She tried to not let that mess with her first day of work but it was highly distracting. Even the bouncer was starting to look attractive.

justlurkinghere

If Derek hadn't had to come in for his job, he would have been out in the woods, trying to work off some of the energy that had been building up this week. The very, very strange energy that he did not like in the slightest.

And meant he was taking several showers and occasionally a dive into the ocean.

The DJ helped nothing with his insistence on playing music with more than just slightly suggestive lyrics. Because he was a dick like that.

nookiepowered

Tiny didn't usually scare Bo, man-mountain or not. For one because he was secretly a pretty decent guy, and for another because she could suck his life-force out through his...lips, if she ever needed to defend herself because he got possessed by demons, aliens, or Scientologists.

Tonight, though, the look he gave her when she started to walk over and turn down the volume on the little tv set he'd stuck on the bar... It made her blood run colder than the blood of a woman who'd had a threesome with two vampires had any right to run ever again.

Backing off, hands in the air, she gave him her best uuuuuuum the hell? face. "What?"

"Exactly."

"Exactly what?"

Half an Abbott and Costello routine later, the vworp vworp noise clued her in.

Right. New bar sign.

TREAD CAREFULLY:

NEW MISTER WHAT IN PROGRESS.

ALL BLUE DRINKS HALF OFF.

FREE IF YOU'RE WEARING A CRAVAT.

Because cravats were apparently cool.

so_hawkward

Clint had to admit that out of all the things this place had thrown at him so far, being followed around by a hawk wasn't so bad.

"That amount of coffee doesn't require that much sugar. You're just going to end up cranky later."

Okay, he could have done without the hawk talking to him, but at least she'd been mostly friendly? And maybe he didn't need that much sugar after all.

[Open!]

so_hawkward

Clint had thought that the most difficult part of his day would be to figure out how to write up his latest report to Fury without having to mention the past weekend. As it turned out, the difficult part was figuring out how to do much of anything with a tiny terrier on his lap, demanding all of his attention.

"I already scratched your belly," he said, his hand moving nonetheless as the little puppy rolled over and looked up at him. This was so not going to end well for Clint.

imablackwidowbaby

If anyone, human or rodent, happened by, Natasha would appear to be updating records in the gym's computer system today.

What Natasha was actually doing was running an extensive and exhaustive background check on the bartender Clint was dating. As one did. If one was a spy by trade.

The gym was totally open, though.

hoorayimrich.livejournal.com

Well. This week had been a particularly illuminating for Tony.

Which would be why he wasn't sure if he wanted to go to the dorms just yet. He'd have to go back to China soon enough, but for now...

Yeah, he was a little lost. Which was why he somehow ended up in the town gym, looking around for someone who had been possibly more screwed up in that universe than him. Congrats on that, Clint. You win a prize!

"Hello?"

hehasheart.livejournal.com

Some people liked to be very showy when they went on patrol, to frighten and intimidate people with their presence. That had never been Clint's style, and Umbridge's influence hadn't changed things. He still saw better from a distance, and that meant patrolling the streets from rooftops, hiding and staying out of sight while monitoring for unusual activity. After all, people were far more likely to do something they shouldn't if they didn't know he was there, and if he stopped people from misbehaving before they started, well, he'd be very bored indeed.

[Open!]

dontphasemebro.livejournal.com

It was just your nice, normal night at Caritas, the front end of the restaurant serving good ol' American favorites, and some of that British... food, just in case anyone high and mighty showed up. Yep, just your average, ordinary restaurant, with Kitty occasionally at the counter, except when she had to check on inventory in back. It was a nice place of a loyalist to visit.

The secret back room, though, that was where the fun was. Shhh dun tell.

[Some SP from me for the next hour while at work, but feel free to mod Kitty at the other side of Caritas if you want something faster.]

so_hawkward

The good news was, the weather in Fandom wasn't as deathly hot as it had been over the last few weeks. The bad news was, it was still warm enough that the gym's air conditioning being on the fritz was making things a little uncomfortable. Clint had his shirt draped around his neck, and a portable fan blowing at him while he sat on hold and waited to talk to someone to come out and fix whatever was wrong. He didn't like having to sit still, but he knew the moment he moved would be the moment a human being finally picked up, and he'd had all the frustration he could handle for a little while.

[Open!]

imablackwidowbaby

Natasha was working on the schedule of classes today at the gym. Supposedly she had to find a way to keep everyone happy and the schedule balanced; in reality, she was trying to figure out if she could move that perky girl with the pilates class to seven AM or so. See if she was so perky then.

Atlas Gym was open! ~~And OCD-free!~~

imablackwidowbaby

Natasha had decided, somewhat reluctantly perhaps, that she should probably put more work into maintaining her cover than occasionally dropping by the gym while Clint was already there. So today she opened the place up and started poking through their filing system to try to figure out how the place was run and how to improve it.

And then she was probably going to beat the everloving snot out of some poor defenseless punching bag.

The gym is open (and OCD-free!)

imablackwidowbaby

Fact: Natasha needed dinner. Other fact: Natasha couldn't cook. Well, she could microwave things and make eggs. That was about it. Cooking was simply not part of the standard assassin skill set, and she'd never been anything else, so there had never been opportunity for her to learn. And the SHIELD cafeteria was open twenty-four hours a day.

But now? Takeout. Lots of takeout, and thank goodness that for such a tiny island this place had a decent selection of restaurants. Today she felt like Thai, so she headed over there and placed an order for dinner--plus enough to reheat for lunch and dinner tomorrow. Mmm. Noodles.

((Open restaurant is open!))

so_hawkward

Clint's first week in Fandom had been all about getting set up in his and Natasha's place and learning his way around, which had involved a lot more weirdness than he'd expected, even after skimming SHIELD's files. This week, it was time to check out the gym they were expected to run. Overall, the place looked nicer than he'd imagined for a small island - until he opened the closet where the towels were kept and was nearly bowled over by the smell. Needless to say, he was sticking to the front desk, looking through what had been left behind for any kind of organizational system, and a number for some place to do laundry.

[Open! No OCD today!]

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Outside Atlas Gym, Sunday Afternoon

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Atlas Gym, Monday

The warehouse district- Saturday afternoon

The Park [Sundown]

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The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

The Devil's Nest, Saturday, March 30

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