Vince was at the Causeway, hauling several large suitcases behind him.

Presumably Howard was helping him with that.

"So, you get your wish," Vince said. "We're going back to London. Best mates forever, eh?"

[ooc: Open for your causeway/say goodbye to Vince needs. Handwave a phone call, if you like.]

Dani rushed through her chores today so she could change her clothes before heading to the park. It would be nice to see her dad again, but she suspected that Ken had some sort of agenda in coming to see her. But once she had the horses set up in the paddock, she was going to meet with her father and find out what was going on.

The Gig was open!

Barney was smart and had purposefully blocked all outgoing mail from Fandom to his New York City (sorry, no luck for you, Robin) and so could blissfully oversee the gathering of guests, students, teachers, and townies happening in the park. The day was bright and sunny, regardless of what any weather reports might claim ( Read more... )

Vince was doing his normal work duties.

...plus he was braiding the horse's hair. He wanted to give one a mohawk, but it refused.

"Come on, punk horse! It'd be brill!"

The horse was unmoved.

"Suit yourself."

Vince was at The Gig. He'd be happy to help you. Or do your hair.

[ooc: OCD free. This'll be Vince's last Gig post. He's gonna be ( Read more... )

She-Ra had a problem. Really, it was Adora's problem and it was leaking across to effect them both. The problem? Tino was starting to look good. Thank Greyskull he bumbled more things tonight than the Twiggets, dropping everything he touched on the floor ( Read more... )

Vince Noir was actually working hard again, these week. This week's soundtrack was The Rolling Stones, to which Vince sang along. He enjoyed his work a lot.

But he was starting to feel something missing, here.

He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

[ooc: The OCD was trapped in a box by a Cockney nutjob.]

Vince was wearing a poncho and a sombrero.

He was positively ecstatic, dancing about as he took care of the animals and all his other various duties. It was odd... he was so happy, he was actually working.

But then again, it was impossible to be unhappy in a poncho.

[ooc: The OCD was mauled to death by Mod Wolves. Open Post!]

Vince Noir was working today. If you could call making a scrapbook of all his favorite glam rock artists 'working'.

Hey, he took care of the animals too, don't worry. He was a loving provider for them. He just had a really terrible work ethic, otherwise.

[ooc: Post is late, therefore the OCD has fallen down a well.]

Having a definite MacFinlay meant that he was reasonably all right today, though he was still in the position of finding another Dougan unless Maron came back (which he doubted ( Read more... )

Vince's work today mainly consisted of playing Gary Numan for all the animals and dancing.

He was a real hard worker, that Mr. Noir.

[ooc: Here in my car, I feel safest of all, I can lock all my doors, and be OCD-less. Open post!]