The park, Sunday afternoon

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude had woken, as usual for the weekend, with five minutes left of the morning. He yawned and stretched. "Whoa. Weird dream," he mumbled to himself, rolling to his feet and running his hand through his strangely crusty hair. He almost tripped over the shiny black shoes neatly arranged by the chair, and frowned at the blazer draped over the back.

"Huh. That's funny. Didn't even know I owned one of them."

Slow on the uptake? Just a bit. Nonetheless, he started gathering all his belongings into a giant bundle of sheets and taken off for the dorms. He got rather distracted by the park, though, so the bundle ended up under a tree and Jude was happily falling off his skateboard while attempting to jump over a bench.

Cafe Fina, Sunday Brunch

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Today's brunch followed the properly English style of eating. That is to say, grease, grease, some more grease, sugary treats, and how about a side of grease with that grease?

Eggs, bacon, fried tomatoes, beans, and various kinds of tea were all in abundance. For the grease or meat squeamish, there was a salad bar on the side.

Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB was back and had many stories to tell about his travels over the past few days. Not that any of them were true. But they were still stories.

In any event, Caritas was open.

Luke's Diner Sunday 7/23

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

sorry this is so late

Luke's is open.

Galactica Point, Sunday Night

[chasingangela]

She might have moved back to the dorms, but summer wasn't over yet. Which is why Angela packed up some snacks and drinks, put on her swimsuit, tied a sarong around her waist, and made her way to Galactica point. She sat on the beach, sipping a coke and jotting something in her journal as she watched the waves roll in.

Summer nights were the best.

[OOC: Open to all.]