Rodney plopped himself on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and switched the TV over to... a marathon of all the episodes of 'MILF Island' that had aired over the summer on NBC.

Rodney had no shame. And besides, who'd possibly be sad while watching MILF Island? It was for the public good.

[ooc: Open! I blame 30 Rock.]

House had arrived earlier that day, parked his motorcycle (no, he had not ridden it all the way from New Jersey, that'd be crazy) outside the building he now rented an apartment from, and had placed his one bag in his thankfully furnished bedroom ( Read more... )

There's a sign up on the door to the Divine Leaf, today. It reads:

Open Mic Shift!
Show off your poetry/music/performance skills!
Hours:
Opening-someone in authority tells us to stop!
Free pretentious coffee-based beverage with performance!Inside, one of the cafe's tables has been moved slightly to one side to leave an open space, where ( Read more... )

The Perfectly Normal Earth Gardening Shed(tm), it is on fire!

No, wait. It is only that an alien spacecraft has crashed into the front lawn. Nothing to see here. Not even a little green man running around in panicked circles and screaming for a good period of time before disappearing into the building. Now him, he was on fire.

The flames are now ( Read more... )

Sousuke was up on the roof again, but this time he was standing there, binoculars in hand, scanning the sky for something. After a moment, he lowered the binoculars and spoke into the radio headset he was wearing. "This is Uruz-7. I have visual confirmation of the payload. Airdrop successful, over ( Read more... )

Outside, the warehouse looks no different from how it usually does. Inside, it's party central. White Christmas lights are strung up along the walls. There's a full buffet table at one end of the warehouse and a dance floor with a D.J. at the other. Near the buffet table, a bartender is serving drinks. Officially, he's only serving the legal- ( Read more... )

Washu sat one of the park tables that was near a lovely shade tree. She wasn't the sort to need to write on paper so she was typing on her subspace computer. She had to double check her figures and set all her lesson plans. She also did have make sure that the planned field trip locations were stable before she took her students to any of them. She ( Read more... )

Bells ( Read more... )

Jean Claude is out and wearing leather.  He's rather hoping for either a meal (which he knows had better be willing if he doesn't want a nice wooden stake between the ribs) or a fight.

Open thread.

After her small chat with Principal Blackadder, Washu had shifted forms back to her small petite childlike form again. Did she really need to walk back to her apartment? Of course not but she wasn't going to meet anyone by teleporting everywhere. So she found herself strolling down the street, holding up an umbrella as the squid fell from the sky. ( Read more... )