Luke's Diner--Sunday

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After being told by the authorities never to return to the island of Santorini on pain of imprisonment, Vala remembered that she had handwavily obtained a job at Luke's Diner, and that Sundays were her day to work.

Specials:

Dead-eyed Zeppelin*
Bloodhound in the Hay with Frog Sticks**

She should really probably spend less time on the internet.

[ooc: *: poached eggs with sausage; **: hot dog with sauerkraut and french fries]

The Beach: Sunday afternoon [5-18-08]

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It was such a nice day that Lana decided to take a blanket to the beach and get some sun. She'd thought about heading to Selkie Cove, but decided she felt more like sand than rocks today.

She stretched out on her stomach, book in hand, thermos of iced tea beside her, and settled in for a nice afternoon in the sun.


[Open like a beach is!]

The causeway and beyond, Sunday afternoon

[fates_jaye]

Jaye's portal got in later than expected, shockingly. Which meant she got to the causeway late in the afternoon, but at least she had all her baggage and body parts, so that could have gone worse.

And while not overly sentimental (or sentimental at all, really), as she was walking through town on the way to her place, it was pretty nice to be back. Even if she was expecting something weird to jump out at her any second.


[Open, should you wanna catch her!]

The York Gallery; Sunday [ 05/17 ]

[perfectmissyork.livejournal.com]

Charlotte opened the gallery that afternoon in an extremely good although still somewhat bewildered sort of mood. Her mind was definitely a buzz of a distraction of the rather bouncy variety, as evidenced in how frequently she would reorganize the tables for the Sunday tea luncheon set-ups. She had discovered at least thirty different ways to set that table and was probably well on her way to a hundred before the gallery closed that night.

Either way, it was a very good day to top off what was a very bizarre, although certainly good, weekend.

Caritas, May 18

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Cheerful, windblown, and a little bit tanned from a day of beachgoing on Santorini, Anders made his way back to Fandom just in time to open Caritas.

And got an olive to the head as soon as he got there.

"Aw. You're really gonna miss me when I'm gone, aren't you, Tino?" he asked, and ducked the subsequent olive. "I'm gonna take that as a yes."

Atlas Gym, Sunday afternoon

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Logan was in the manager's office just in case anyone wanted to stop in and chat. Because he was so very friendly and talkative.

[OOC: Manager's office is open for chatting, rest of the gym is open for normal gym activities.]