OPEN

[exceptfebruary]

WHO: Calendar Man and OPEN!
WHERE: Public spaces, malls, shops, the MAC. Er, wherever.
WHEN: from Monday evening to Wednsday, aka: during the plot
WARNINGS: I don't think so?
SUMMARY: Alignment switch Calendar Man believes that it's his job to make every day a good one, and is theming it around the days of the week. SEE ALSO.
FORMAT: Tagger's choice!



Monday's Child:
[ Malls. Department stores. Pharmacies. Make-up departments. Whatever was open.
Calendar had his eye out for the depressed, the self-conscious, the supposedly ugly. It was his day to make the world a more beautiful place, more fair of face, no matter what. ]

Tuesday's Child:
[ It was a fine day, and Julian's priorities had shifted. It was Tuesday now, and that meant full of grace. A child trips over their bootlace, but Calendar is there to catch him. A quick word to get him to watch himself better, and Julian is on the move again, patrolling the streets, the MAC, all over, looking for the next instance of clumsiness. ]

Wednesday's Child:
[ Woe was not to had, not this day. It was time to step up his efforts. Anyone that was sad, hurt, angry - they had to be helped. Julian had to prevent woe this day, he had to fix things. He became more proactive today, determined to seek out trouble and stop it before anyone got hurt. ]

((ooc: feel free to pm me if you have questions or want to figure things out!))

Comments

[maskurbates]

[This is getting annoying.]

Then let me get my shopping done.

[He moves around Day, scanning the shelves of make up.]

I thought holidays were your gig, anyway, Calendar.

[exceptfebruary]

[ He follows, determined to keep in front of Black Mask. ]

Every day is my gig, and today is Monday. Today I need to make people beautiful. Don't you want to be beautiful?

[maskurbates]

[If he wasn't feeling so disgustingly moral, he might have opted for smashing Day's head into the mascara display. However, he merely grits his teeth and counts to ten before answering.]

Can you get me back my old face? Because I don't think you can.

[exceptfebruary]

I can try. Is that what you are trying to do? [ And he gives Sionis a small, confident smile. ]

[maskurbates]

I'm trying to find the right concealer to match my skin tone so I don't get stared at like I'm some kind of side show freak, but someone is preventing me from doing so.

[exceptfebruary]

Not prevent, never prevent. Help. [ And he instantly steps back and starts scanning the make-up rack for something appropriate. ]

Have you tried stage makeup?

[maskurbates]

[He gives a sigh, rummaging through a selection of much too pale liquid concealers.]

I'll use that over the prosthetic latex pieces, but I still need a concealer to blend everything. This is a goddamn hassle. Did they sell out or what?

[exceptfebruary]

Hmm. I was at a store earlier with a much larger selection.

[ He backs up, to better take in the entire shelf. ]

[maskurbates]

Christ, what the fuck is this glitter shit?

[Scowling, he tosses the palette back on the shelf.]

I don't have time to go out gallivanting with you, as much as the idea appeals to me.

[exceptfebruary]

In a hurry?

[ He spots a couple of possible matches and picks them up, then attempts to hold them up to Black Mask to check ]

[maskurbates]

[He pushes up his sleeve to compare the tones to the skin on his hand.]

I have an appointment.

[He's silent for a moment, then takes one of the palettes from Calendar Man.]

This should do the trick. I just hope it's enough...

[exceptfebruary]

[ Julian is pleased. He grabs another box of the same colour. ]

An extra, just in case.

[maskurbates]

[Roman takes it and gives Julian a genuine smile.]

Thank you, Calendar Man. Y'know, you never struck me as being the altruistic type, but boy was I wrong.

[exceptfebruary]

No, but it seems I am for the day.

[maskurbates]

I am not going to pretend I understand what that even means.

[exceptfebruary]

The urge to help came over me today. It was very sudden.

[maskurbates]

[Begins moving toward the checkout area, assuming Julian will follow. If not, he's ok with that too.]

I take it you enjoyed your foray into the world of being useful.

[exceptfebruary]

[ And Julian does follow. ]

It's a change.

[maskurbates]

[Roman yanks up the lapels of his coat higher as they near the register, but the cashier doesn't seem to care, so he plops the makeup on the counter and turns his head to look at Julian.]

So what's tomorrow? Ballerinas?

[exceptfebruary]

[ He doesn't bat an eyelash at the implication. ]

I haven't decided.

[maskurbates]

[He rummages in his coat pocket for some cash from a recent mugging (gosh, he was so evil before), then pulls it out and hands it over, taking the bag of makeup.]

Well, good luck. And thanks once again.

[exceptfebruary]

It was no trouble. Enjoy your day.

[ His eyes are already scanning around for the next one to help, now that Black Mask's Fair of Face problem was settled.. ]

[maskurbates]

See you around, Calendar Man.

[Roman shoves the bag into his pocket and stalks off, feeling...pretty positive, actually.]