Mystery Sign Theater, Sunday

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell's mood was still excellent today, thanks for asking; he was actually surveying the editing of the sign himself early that morning, a coffee in hand and his sunglasses set firmly over his eyes. He chatted a bit with the workers before heading in - encouraged one of them to replace half the letters with purple ones, in fact - and making himself comfortable in the theater.

Hey, the advantage of managing one meant you got to watch a lot of movies.

Today's Showing:
Real Gritty

If anything had gone wrong in Fandom lately, well, he just wasn't aware of it.

Turtle & Canary, Sunday

[swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com]

It was Dolf's first day at work! Well, technically, his second, after Shunsui had scarpered last week and left him in control of the counter for the time being.

So. Work. Exciting, sort of. Dolf had been poking through the stock a little that morning, trying to find food he recognised from home, and coming up with awfully little beyond one, abandoned pack of speculaas on one of the shelves. And it didn't even say 'speculaas'; it was called 'Dutch windmill cookies'.

He felt a little offended.

Which lasted all of five minutes, because Apu had just walked back into the store from the back, which meant Dolf's trajectory changed suddenly in his direction. "Apu!" he called. "Have you looked into those labour unions we talked about?"

Apu beamed at him.

Shunsui was going to hate Dolf.

Today's Squishy flavours: Speculaas, Orange, Blue.

Turtle & Canary is open!

Fixer-Uppers, Sunday

[raspberryturk]

After the radio broadcast, Reno made his way to the shop, a bottle of rum (that he actually wasn't going to touch again until after his shift!) tucked under one arm.

In a rare fit of self-preservation, he picked up something small and more or less simple-looking to take apart and put back together to keep himself occupied, and relegated himself to working with objects without moving parts, at least until he sobered up some more.

And that was why Reno was sitting on top of the front counter, staring up at the sign again, with a screwdriver in one hand, and a half-disassembled alarm clock in the other.

It was the lens flare, he was pretty certain. The damn thing was going to haunt him in the night.

[Open, and OCD-freeee!]

The Gig, Sunday

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

There was a new horse in the stables when Firekeeper and Blind Seer came to work today. A new horse who hadn't quite believed that a pair of wolves worked at this establishment, and so had reacted rather nervously when they'd waltzed into the stable as usual.

With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, Firekeeper motioned to Blind Seer and the two of them relocated to the paddock. It was cold, but not raining, at least. They'd give the new horse today to adjust, and if it wasn't ready to accept them as not the enemy by next week? Well. Tough.

A Quiet Part of the Beach, Sunday at Dusk

[weetuskenraider]

Everything was done. The casing and components had been assembled for months now, and several days' solitary meditation had imbued the new crystal with the Force; after that, it had been a simple matter of some minor adjustments and some fine-tuning.

And Tahiri had a lightsaber again.

She hadn't turned it on yet; the salle seemed too enclosed and sterile for its first use, and so despite the cold, despite the boots she'd had to put on out of necessity if she wanted to keep her toes in this weather, Tahiri took the newly assembled weapon and headed out to the beach; the place where the ocean met the land, and where if she looked out over the water it seemed like it met the sky, where if she turned to look behind her she could see much of the island -- it seemed like the most appropriate locale for her first trial of the weapon that symbolized so much of her healing process over these last several years.

She stood, both feet planted easily in the sand, closing her eyes and breathing in the sharp, cold tang of the air, reaching out to tap into the Force. Only when she felt in tune with it did she reach down and unhook the lightsaber's hilt from her belt, hold it out in front of her, and thumb the power stud.

It hummed to life with the familiar snap-hiss noise, and Tahiri opened her eyes to see the area around her illuminated in . . . golden light. She supposed she might have expected that, from a citrine crystal, but she wasn't sure what color the blade would have been after her Force meditations had infused it with energy.

Her first lightsaber's blade had been blue, as had her second, though the second had been a paler shade that had always reminded her of Anakin Solo's eyes. This one . . . if it was connected to anything at all, it was connected to her memories of Fandom, of the friends she'd made here and how they'd helped her put herself back together.

That was just fine. She could live with that.

More importantly, the lightsaber really felt like it was hers, in a way she couldn't articulate. Smiling slightly to herself, and closing her eyes again, Tahiri let herself fall into the rhythm of slash and parry, feint and dodge, as both the Jedi Knight and the warrior she'd become. It felt seamless, and right, and really . . . it was good.

[OOC: I have been trying to write this for three days, grr. Open if you want!]

'Dite's Decadent Delights, Sunday Afternoon

[divinesurfchick.livejournal.com]

It had been a very quiet Sunday at the store.

For some reason the whole Island felt quiet, and 'Dite didn't like it. She'd put on some cheery music and lit the store as brightly as she could. Even Hercules was wearing bells, but he was looking sullen because she'd permanently locked the window he'd been using to roam at night, so he was no help.

Still, oppressive gloom or not, 'Dite was insisting that things be happy. To that end she'd created a display of books that she knew Karla and Raven liked to read and marked it as "Employee Recommendations!" with another sign that said they were all 15% off, and 25% off if you were a new student or just new to the island, period.

Hercules had an appointment to see a vet on the mainland on Wednesday. He was looking sullen and had torn open a box of rather racy calendars. 'Dite simply smiled at him and patted his head. Nothing was going to make her mad today.

Unless that horrible old woman came back in. "I'll get positively Warrior Princess on her butt."

As she waited for customers she perused a catalog, looking for new books. Decadent Delights is open!

(OOC: Open, but waiting for two, and after they arrive, the store will close.)

Caritas | Sunday

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

Awards season had begun and Tino was was manning the bar while John sat by the television with a beer and wondered why the football had ended.

Weird how that worked.

All Around The Island | Early Morning | Monday | January 17

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

It seemed today that winter had taken a break. When everyone woke up and climbed out of bed, they might feel a little warmer than when they'd gone to sleep. The winter weather that had been prevalent for so many months had given away to warmth. Glorious, glorious warmth. There were patchy clouds in the sky but the sun was shining and as it rose higher and higher in the sky, the weather grew even warmer.

The last of the snow melted, the waters around the island warmed, the ground heated up and, for today, it was summer! Enjoy the weather, Fandomites.

[NFB, NFI but OOC is fine! Just getting the warm weather event going so feel free to enjoy it! The luau will be posted tomorrow!]