Pizza Planet, Sunday

[notreallyagirl.livejournal.com]

Showing up a bit early, Makoto—in his girl-guise, of course—went about the process of getting everything set up for the day. Once everything was neat and clean enough to suit pretty much anyone Makoto snagged a few more of those quarters and headed for the video games.

Today’s Special
Prickly Pear
(Caramelized onions, goats cheese, prosciutto ham, poached pear, and topped with fresh basil)

Pizza Planet is Open.

Altas Gym, Sunday Mid-Morning

[atreideslioness]

Normally, Ghanima would do her training outside, moving on the sand that was and was-not home.  However, today she was going to train against live blades, and did not want to risk a student getting injured.  These machines were awake, and they were thirsty.  To go against less defeated the purpose of such training.

Those attacking blades could maim and they would kill.  But the finest swordsmen in the Imperium never went against more than seven.

Alia's record was eleven, before Paul had vanished into the desert.  After that, she had never again danced with the blades. 

Ghanima set her two hooks carefully on the floor of the gym before beginning.  Today, she was working with ten.


[OOC:  Open! ]
[If you want to know what it looks like, you can see Alia training here.  Ghani's just as fast, if not quite as experienced as Alia.]

Our Lady of Fandom, Sunday all day

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As it was Sunday, Gabriel put the note up on the door:

Do it yourself Sunday Service.

He then sat down and waited, chweing on a donut. With some luck someone might show up to amuse him. Cat lay snoring on the altar.

[The church is open]

The Perk, Sunday morning

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River had felt the need for coffee and apple cake, as well as getting out of the dorms, so the Perk had seemed like a good place to go. She sat at a table by the window, sipping her drink and taking occasional bites of her cake, while focusing on making a complex pattern of sugar on the surface of the table.

[Open!]

Luke's Diner; Sunday [ 02/10 ]

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A.J. was a bit more with it and awares than he had been during his previous shifts, but that didn't necessarily prevent him from not doing much else besides sketching out more possible (and likely to fail) invention ideas in his sketchbook. He'd occasionally take a small break from the sketching and counter jockeying to try to plow through a little more of that book.

...Very little.

Today's special appeared to be a cubist rendering of the Leaning Tower of Pizza. It was a pun!

Luke's is open.

Caritas, Sunday

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders, as soon as he'd taped up the zombies, gotten everything ready, and opened Caritas for the night, was nibbling on sponge cake behind the bar.

He kind of felt like he was missing something. Though he didn't manage to pinpoint that something as "watching the sun bake all of those tourists covered with oil."

Oh well.

Turtle & Canary; Sunday [2/10]

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Doom was in a terrible mood. Not because of the failure of a plot to achieve great power. He could deal with that. He just shared Wexler's distaste for the store being so pink.

He knew that he couldn't get away with any more destruction of property for the time being, but that wasn't going to stop him from trying to rid himself of some of the pink. "INFERNAL DOG!" he said, speaking to Liz. "EAT THE DECORATIONS OR YOU WILL BE MADE INTO A THE WORLD'S FIRST BARKING BLENDER!" Liz didn't do that. And Doom wasn't going to turn her into a blender. But it felt good to yell.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Black, Really Black, Red So Dark That It Looks Black But Is Actually Red

It seemed to be a good counterpoint to all the pink.

The Magic Box, Sunday

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Robin opened the store on time, and then set up a special Valentines day display for the incense and scented candles.