gospel_of_oblivion

It had been weirdly awkward between Steve and Tony since the emotional baggage day. Tony had been working in the lab, Steve had been ~~eating all the Moobyburgers~~ working out, restocking the cheese fridge, and checking in with his colleagues at home.

But today, Father's Day, Steve was giving Tony another hour before going into the lab and dragging Tony out, feeding him, and making him talk. He missed them being them.

[OOC: For that husband.]

somethingwithturquoise

Even though there walls a whole Dimensionality factor involved, Summer would have actually have felt a little bad about spending Father's Day Weekend around Seattle and then not at least stop in to see her dad and grandpa (and, he'll, Morty, too, joining the line of terrible fathes in this household). She definitely wasn't dropping in until later in the afternoon, when the ringing from the concert started to finally drain from her skull, and she was spending most of her time on the couch and on her phone.

But, like, it was important, what she was typing out, in a mass text to whoever the multiverse wanted to deliver it to:

hey everyone!
Just do you know, I'm throwing a big
BIRTHDAY BEACH PARTY SUMMER SUMMER BASH!
On Friday (the 20th)

Drinks, food, music, maybe games, idk, but whatever, just show up and have fun!
Because it's almost summer and it's also mg birthday!

There. Now to text a few other people spd finally about stuff and continuing ignoring her family in real time so that she could at least say she was present, what more did they want?

[[ open for calls, texts, rando visits, whatever!]]

flamesburned

It was father’s day and Liz wanted to be able to do something special for Prompto, so she had gotten up early and had gotten Noctra up and ready, then she started work on making breakfast.

Liz was focusing on the eggs and bacon and keeping an eye on Noctra, who had insisted on helping with breakfast as well so Noctra was helping stir the pancake batter, some of the batter was ending up on the floor so there was going to be a clean up later but for the time being Liz was focused on getting breakfast ready for when Prompto woke up.

[for the husband!}

grenadesandohana

Steve had been gritting his teeth and pushing through pain all week, nourished only by bland, terrible food, decaf coffee, and stubbornness.

(He was also fueled by his transplant anti-rejection pills, which he'd take for the rest of his life. He hated that.)

He wasn't running, but he was definitely walking up and down the steps of the island until his calves burned, and then did it for another half hour.

(His body had betrayed him after decades of work making it a finely oiled machine. He was punishing it just a little.)

And now he was back in the apartment, looking for something interesting to eat. There was nothing interesting to eat, but he was looking anyway.

[OOC: For Danno.]

suitably_heroic

"Wow," said Jack, as he stared up at the sign 'Some Hot Hipster Brewpub With a Really Dumb Name' that hung off the side of the building. "Irony and hipster, all at once? I feel like I just got sandblasted in the face by the Pacific Northwest."

Hi, Summer.

[[ for her ]]

mustbeawitch

Lydia was positive she had heard Arden talk about 'barbecue' before, and so she was sure that the restaurant she had chosen for tonight's supper club would be delicious, even if she was once more not sure what she was getting herself into. Perhaps she ought to have consulted her friend, but she had spent the weekend as a ninny and apparently Arden had been some trees, so: extenuating circumstances?

She did hope no one was in the mood for vegetables, as they seemed rather few and far between.

Welcome to Supper Club, everyone!

totalwildcard

It was laundry day! In fact, it was kinda sorta mountains of laundry day, because Harley had been neglecting doing that sort of thing for a li'l bit here, opting instead to just steal new stuff to wear. But there came the day where even the clown princess of crime was going to opt for just hauling an overflowing hamper of dirty clothes over to her nearest laundry place. Hey, Midnight was a lot of things, and for Harley, that thing happened to be a laundromat!

So there she was, hogging nearly all of the machines, about to probably leave at least one all clogged up with loose sequins and/or feathers and other blingy accoutrements of stuff that maybe shoulda been hand washed instead.

Also she had a boom box that was blasting Cyndi Lauper. Sorry/you're welcome?

(it's been too long without a Midnight laundry post. open!)

afraid_of_marshmallows

Arden woke up a little after dawn, curled up on the ground near selkie peak after apparently being a forest all weekend. She generally didn't worry about temperatures unless they hit extremes, but even so, she felt very lucky that it was early summer and not, say, winter, where she could have woken up covered in snow, or a very rainy springtime. The grass was even surprisingly soft to lay on.

But that didn't change the face that she has, in fact, been sleeping on grass and dirt.

"This fucking island," she groaned, pushing herself upwards and dusting herself off.

...Which was how Arden discovered that, much like transforming back from a random animaling, the island had neglected to provide her with clothing to celebrate her return to personhood.

Sometimes this place really was the worst.

[Open if anyone wants to run across a naked and blushing Elemental trying to make her way home!

grenadesandohana

Steve had gone to bed a 20-something super-soldier who'd run around the island being healthy and athletic and woken up in his nearly 40-year-old body that was still recovering from a liver transplant and being shot multiple times. It took three tries to get out of bed and to walk slowly (he wouldn't call it hobbling, but someone else might) towards the kitchen, only to discover that his other self had eaten alllll of the food.

He was blaming the other Danny for drinking all the expensive coffee.

"Dammit," he muttered, staring into the empty fridge.

solo_sword

Jaina was up early in the living room, sitting on the sofa and working out what class was going to be for today since it had been a little hard to do that this weekend. Not that she didn't know how these things worked.

As expected, Jag came in the front door, looking pretty damn broody. He stood there for a second, like he hadn't counted on Jaina being right there.

"We're not talking about it," he said.

"Never talking about it," she agreed, watching as he nodded and walked into the next room.

She'd give him a whole five minutes of not talking about it.

imafuturist

Harry had not found anything out about how or why he ended up here. And doors just randomly locked on him, proving that someone (JARVIS) was pulling the strings like some kind of insidious puppet master.

Which meant he ended up on the roof through a series of doors that weren't locked.

Upside? There was a whole fridge full of cheese and wine and also a hot tub. So guess who was getting white girl wasted in the hot tub. This guy.

[for those tower mates!]

suitably_heroic

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 ]]

pocketpretzels

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.

solo_sword

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!]

deathsmajesty

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!]

grenadesandohana

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.]

heroic_jawline

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.]

needsacatchphrase

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]

thatwaslucky

It had been a while since they'd had a sangria night, and they were pretty much due. This time it was at Rey's apartment, which had her trying to clean up some since she didn't have people over much, and she was doing that despite the fact that she didn't have much of anything. Several years in and the place was still pretty bare bones aside from the mermaid sofa and assorted mismatched furniture.

She'd ordered pizza, and it had occurred to her that she hadn't asked if Summer was bringing the sangria or not, so she'd gotten a couple bottles of something and hoped it was okay, just in case. And if not, someone was going to have to have a party she could donate it to.

[For girls night!]

grenadesandohana

The team had come by today to check on them today now that Steve was awake for more than five minutes at time.

He was awake. Awake and bored. Booooooooooooooored. Tired of staring at the ceiling, tired of staring at the wall, tired of eating applesauce and chicken broth, tired of feeling like his head was a balloon trying to drift away thanks to the cocktail of drugs he was on. Tired of the actual balloons, flowers, and cards (even from convicted felons, what the hell, Sang Min, Steve wouldn't send you a card if you'd been in a plane crash).

Steve was taking it out on Danny, who didn't deserve it and had justifiably shut the curtain between them. So now Steve was stuck watching this stupid soap opera he'd insisted he wanted to watch, definitely not falling asleep.

Everything about this situation was stupid and annoying.

[OOC: for the poor roommate.]

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