The Gig, Sunday

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

The horses were fed, watered, and groomed... and ready for the most important part of the day: catching up on local gossip. Firekeeper indulged them as she usually did, lounging on a hay bale as she did so.

[ooc: uninspired post is uninspired as I will be afk alllll day today.]

Cafe Fina, Sunday

[puppy_fair]

Zack was in a good mood today at work!

Or, rather, he was smiling a good deal, which wasn't necessarily the same thing with Zack, but it wasn't as though the dishes could tell the difference. Either way, they were going to continue feeding him cookies and directing him off to corners to do mindless busy work. He terrorized fewer customers that way.

Today's Specials:
Ravioli with Asparagus and Gorgonzola Cream

Being made to fold inanimate cloth napkins in the corner, however, wasn't going to stop him from pointing out that the gorgonzola smelled kind of like dirty socks.

Cafe Fina was open.

[And the OCD ran away with the spoon.]

The Rocky Bits, Sunday, Late-afternoon

[puppy_fair]

After Zack's shift, the puppy headed down to the rocky bits, where he proceeded to get his run-and-jump on like a... Well, like a crazy kid in a lot of purple clothing who could do leaping backflips from a standstill. Feel free to use your imagination on that front.

He had things to think about that he'd been mostly running from for weeks, and his headspace was always at its best while he was keeping active. Just doing squats wasn't going to cut it. He needed to run. It gave him something to focus on while he tried to sift his way through the feathers drifting through his mind, and the monsters sitting in the corners, waiting to reach out and grab him.

... Something to focus on. That didn't necessarily mean that he was paying the most careful attention to where he was going.

[Tacked up with somebody in mind, but the Rocky Bits are totally open, as Rocky Bits are! And now I am done getting my spammy on.]

Fight Club, Atlas Gym, Sunday Night

[tyler_gone]

There were no mass-delusions this week, or fake baby-daddies, or any of that nonsense, and so Fight Club was in session.

"Hello everyone," Ghanima said, flicking her Santa hat out of her eyes. "If you've forgotten the rules with all the time off you've had, they're on the door. Previous mental trauma will not be accepted as an excuse if you screw up today."

Tyler had pinned his Santa hat down under a stocking cap. It looked silly, but it kept the white pompom from flopping into his eyes. "It's been a while," he agreed. "Which is definitely not an excuse. We'll see some good matches today. I can feel it."

Ghanima gave him a sideways glance. "If you're the island's version of sparring Santa, I may decide to give up on my sanity entirely."

"I'm not fat enough," he told her. "But I can give you a match, little girl. Go with him, your brother should go with him, those two ... and you pick the last three."

The look she gave him promised dire retribution for the 'little girl' comment. "You two," she said instead, picking two out of the crowd. "You, and the person right there. And you and you."

"Looks good," Tyler said, apparently entirely satisfied even if there was retribution to come. "Let's go."

[OOC: Preplayed with atreideslioness.]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center [all day]

[nojesusfreak.livejournal.com]

Biff, humming the Neil Diamond version of "The Chanukah Song", and wearing a Santa hat that wouldn't come off, wandered around the store pretending to dust.

Ah, the holiday rush! Wouldn't a weapon make a great gift? Too bad Biff won't sell one to you.

Freelance Police HQ, Sunday

[survivesplague.livejournal.com]

Kyle didn't wear hats and he had no concept of Santa Claus, so this thing on his head perturbed him.

The fact that he couldn't seem to damage it with his lightsaber didn't help with the perturbation.

[OOC: No OCD in honor of the word 'perturbation.']

The Park, Sunday Evening

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

With some very much not medieval winter clothing, Merlin was rather enjoying the cool weather. Now that he wasn't going to freeze without all the layers he owned on.

Because no one wanted a wizard-cicle.

It might have helped that he was being dragged by Brynn through the park for her exercise. Why on earth he thought walking a dog that weighed about as much as him was a good idea was best left to the ages.

[[Open like a park]]

Caritas | Sunday

[fabulous-secret.livejournal.com]

After last week, Adora had rather expected Tino to be as embarrassed as she was about the whole incident.

Unfortunately, he'd heard about what she'd said about his performance and was trying to get a second chance. "For the fourth time, I'm sure you were just tired that day! I know everyone's not built the same, my friend, I promise you it wasn't a complaint." Sure it wasn't.

Caritas was open!