Late April catch-all! (open, one closed prompt!)

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

Who: Doreen eatsnutsandkicksbutts and you!
What: Just slice-of-life stuff!
When: throughout late April / early May
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: nah, we good!


Fightin' Crimes!

[ Late-night muggings aren't exactly uncommon in Central City. Maybe you're about to jump in and stop a mugging-in-progress, or maybe you're the unlucky one who's getting mugged? Who knows! Either way, the mugging is interrupted when a short figure, just absolutely covered from head to tail in squirrels, drops into the alleyway from above and grabs one of the muggers by the scruff of the neck, hoisting him off the ground. ]

We have talked about this, Jeremy! Don't think I don't recognize you under that balaclava! What happened to community college, huh?

[ One slight problem with the squirrel-suit: not much peripheral vision. SG doesn't see the second mugger coming up behind her. Feel like lending a hand? ]


Karaoke night - closed to Sleeper!

[ A few months back, Doreen and Mark had tried out one of The Descendant's private karaoke rooms... and several furry friends of Doreen's had tagged along in her purse, because what the hell, karaoke sounded like fun, the rooms were soundproof, squirrels don't set off metal detectors, and they were joining the only two humans around who would be able to understand their singing. Since then, Squirrel Karaoke Nights (sometimes accompanied by Mark, when he's free!) have become a fairly regular thing, whenever Doreen has enough extra cash for a fun night out and wants to burn off some steam.

Tonight is one of those nights. Doreen has half a dozen squirrels chilling with her on the table, a second microphone propped up against her purse at squirrel-level, a small plate full of acorns and trail mix for snacks, and a playlist. ]

Ready, guys? 3-2-1...

Aaaand do your hair toss, check your nails! Baby, how you feelin'? [ This is followed by a squeaky, answering chorus of: ] "Feelin' good as hell!"


Rooftop hangouts

[ Usually, rooftop parkour is a great way to burn off some steam and get some exercise. Tonight though, Doreen is sitting on the edge of a chimney and shrugging her jacket off to get a better look at her right shoulder. There's a thick bruise and some scraping there, which is... weird. Doreen doesn't injure easily, nothing short of being hit by a brick wall should be able to hurt her like this. ]

... The hell?

[ Usually she'd stick with 'heck', but this justifies some mild profanity, she thinks. ]

Wildcard!
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