Imperial Junkyard, noonish

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The Prowler, the X-wing and the TIE are joined in their return by a Leviathan transport pod. Somehow when picking a ship to steal, it allowed everyone to not have to cram uncomfortably into fighter ships, and it was something she already knew how to fly. She would have rathered fly the Prowler in after all of that, but she'd also rather they not all die because someone had to figure out how to fly something.

She lets everyone park the ships where they belong with a message over comms to meet at the junkyard if they felt the need. It isn't that she wants to talk, exactly, but she feels the need to check and make sure people are okay.

As soon as she's landed, not far from the Prowler, Aeryn lets the doors open so everyone can leave if they so wished, and then stepped outside herself.


[Mainly for John, Peter Parker, Isabel, Sam and Luke, though it is a public area. Ping in if you're around/want to, if not, yay handwaved exit/thank you! Also, if you didn't want to end up squished this trip, you can say you were in the transport pod.]

Sparky Repairs, Sunday

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Being very careful not to leave any tape on the window, Kaoru peeled yesterday's note off and crumpled it up. What a worthless treasure hunt... He sighed and threw the note away, going over to one of the shelves to find some random metal parts. He was gonna try his hand at making something...robotic perhaps? Sure, Hikaru was the better suited for this, but he might as well practice putting something together before they actually had to fix anything.

Emo and Goth stood to the side as his models. If he was going to make a mini robot, he might as well have some examples to look at.

Sparky's is open.

JGOB - Sunday Brunch

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Jeff, the god of biscuits, was holding Sunday brunch this weekend. While usually Jeff liked to stick to his domain and perfect the baked goods, today he decided to take a risk by treading on the Perk's toes. He was offering the strongest coffee on the island. For just one day.

Sleepy troopers, returning from their night shift or just waking up before their patrol were seen entering the establishment and coming back outside with an extra bounce in there step. Make that two extra bounces. Hell, maybe three.

((No OCD, brunch away!))

Caritas [Sunday evening]

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Greg whistled a jaunty tune as he skeedaddled into Caritas, cleaned up a spill from some shenanigans the night prior, ignored the zombies' antics as he taped an arm back onto one, and settled behind the bar in what he hoped was a non-hooligan-like fashion.

And for some reason, he thought a little bit about gerrymandering.

[I keep saying I'll use whimsical words more often. Ergo, I used a bunch in one post. I'm going to be slow for a little while as I suspect I am being dragged out to dinner, but then I'll be back and here and good for interaction.]