Luke's Diner, August 9 (Monday)

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Lacey'd gone over the diner with the frenetic cleaning energy of someone who was trying to pretend she hadn't spent the last three days cowering in a corner with a cast-iron frying pan, and needed the reassurance that her business was really intact.

Now, after opening for the day, she was still cleaning ALL THE THINGS every surface and restraightening everything regardless of whether it'd been crooked in the first place or not. It wasn't necessary, but it made her feel better.

Today's Specials
Grilled Tri-Tip Sandwich
Rosemary-Lemon Grilled Turkey Cutlets
Dulce de Leche Cheesecake Bars

Luke's is open. And shiny. But most importantly, intact.

[OOC: Also OCD-free. OMG.]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center [8/9]

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Price looked a little worse for wear today. He'd finally gotten stitches to close the wound over his eyebrow last night, and the swelling was down a bit, but he still looked like he'd taken a pipe to the head.

Not that he minded, really. It was a badge of honor, almost. He was grateful that they'd all made it out alive and intact.

And he really had to look out for the Drake boy. He was too handy with that staff for your average student.

But for now, Price was on duty at Wellspring. And trying not to fall asleep in his chair.

[ooc: The OCD got eaten by a Yao Guai. Open post!]

T&C, Monday, 8/9

[living_endless]

Didi wasn't sure she needed to go to work today; she wasn't even certain the store would be there.

But it was, and she went about her morning tasks with the fervor of a girl who needed a distraction. When she was done, she sat on the stoop outside the shop, arms wrapped around her legs.

It still felt good to breathe clean air.

[OOC: OCD went out for a newspaper and never came back.]

Community Center Garden | Monday | August 9

[just-add-starch.livejournal.com]

After last week, Fraser was sure that no student or adult needed to be exerting themselves. They needed to rest and recover. That was why he'd had the NPC Landscaping grew bring out several tables, umbrellas, and some food and drinks out to the garden.

"We're not going to work today," he said, smiling gently at them. "We're going to rest. If you're here, please feel free to take a seat and relax in the shade. Have some food and a drink and recover. It's been a very trying, very long few days and we all deserve a chance to recharge. Enjoy the garden and the completely whole island."

With that, he nodded and took a seat at one of the tables himself.

Streets of town- Monday morning

[solo_sword]

It had been five years for Jaina since she left Fandom, but once she'd landed her newly-repaired StealthX in the junkyard and headed out into town, it at least didn't feel like it changed much. The general feeling she got through the Force was the kind that tended to happen after there'd been a crisis, which, she thought, was pretty much what she was used to. Keeping that in mind, she found she still remembered the way towards MHA, figuring that her first order of business should be arranging a place to live. Her apartment had probably been cleaned out and rerented, or otherwise she owed a lot of back rent. And then, it'd be seeing who was still around town, finding out what she'd missed, and hoping no one was too angry with her for ditching out on them accidentally.

She only took her phone out while she was walking to see if it was still working out here. Which it was.

It was also showing the date, a good five years before she thought it was.

And then there was Jaina stopping in her tracks, and yelling at her phone, or maybe time itself, "ARE YOU KRIFFING KIDDING ME?"


[I'm home today, so open if anyone should like to run into her!]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Karla was exhausted, but dragged herself to work anyway. It was nice to have a work to go back to. And even nicer to see Hercules there, mewling at her ankles, apparently no worse the wear for his weekend wherever.

After a few minutes of mandatory kitten cuddling, Karla made sure that the store was ready to be opened (and that there was nothing creepy lurking in any of the back rooms), then parked herself behind the counter and tried not to fall asleep. She'd spent all of last night talking to Warren, babbling really, filling the silence with words and songs from her childhood to keep the memories of whatever at bay. That, compounded with a weekend of battling nasties, made for a very sleepy Karla.

Surely 'Dite wouldn't mind her taking just a little nap, right?

[I'm taking the nephew to 6 Flags today! Mod the shop as needed, though feel free to ping Karla if you're okay with massive SP.]

The Magic Box, Monday

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Alex hadn't gotten much sleep last night but she made it to work regardless. She was armed with coffee and a cinnamon roll (the one she'd been craving before she got sucked into the wasteland). And she was glad to have a workplace to return to.

Settling in behind the counter, Alex pulled a magazine out of her bag and attempted to distract herself with thoughts of shopping and celebrity gossip.

The Magic Box is open.

Book Haven, Monday

[notmyownage]

Should she be at work? Admittedly probably not, given how much she'd been limping by the time she got there, but Claudia was there, anyway, an ice pack on her knee and a stack of tools within easy reach as she reveled in how pleasantly not damp the book store was.

Personal assistance in the stacks might be tricky, but Book Haven was open, either way.

Pixie Dust, Monday

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Makita wasn't sad to be back, not really, but it was odd.

She did not miss whatever witchcraft had caused her to come so close to losing it in that vault, but the city itself...it felt like home in a way that Fandom never did. The island was too clean, too placid, too cheerful for her tastes, and Makita had enjoyed getting to flex her skills.

Pixie Dust was open, with a new sign in the window:

Monsters shred your shirt? Got gunk that won't come out of those pants?
15% off your purchase if you burn the ruined stuff in our back room.



[The OCD runs freeeeeeeeeeeeeeee]

The Gig, Monday

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani had taken shelter in the barn over the weekend. While she and the horses had survived without much damage, she still hadn't been able to find any replacement clothes and found herself sleeping in the hayloft under an old horse blanket. It was not the way she wanted to spend her weekend, especially when Saturday had been her birthday.

She hadn't listened to last night's radio, so she didn't know that the crisis was over. The doors to the barn were tightly shut but not locked, and since she didn't expect visitors, she was going through her chores while still wearing the same bikini from Friday.

The Gig was open!

Trooper Station; Monday [ 08/09 ].

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Angua was trying not to breathe. Every time she did, she couldn't help but notice the residual evidence of the void that had taken the station, because it was simply a matter of fact that the colours you couldn't smell were always worse than the ones you could. And while nothing substantial seemed missing (the coffee, thank the gods, was perfect fine), there was still a certain...voidness, that she wondered if anyone else could pick up or if it was just her clever nose.

Of course, that voidness was forgotten every single time she heard the all too familiar whump of Ralph dropping a folder of paperwork in her inbox. Every time he did it, she met it with an arched eyebrow and a cool look. He could only shrug, and Angua was left wondering why the paperwork couldn't have just stayed disappeared...

[[ open station is open, of course! ]]

Caritas; Monday Evening

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Chuck was glad to be at work after the last few days of being...he didn't know the term for it, but he was literally doing nothing. It had kind of sucked, and had made him behind on a lot of work. It had also made him miss out on boring errand-y stuff like getting new contacts, so he was forced to wear his glasses to work today. The whole thing made him feel kind of awkward, and like he was in middle school again. Luckily Dan would be the only person here that knew of just how bad his awkward stage was back then.