Fixer-Uppers, Sunday

[raspberryturk]

Reno, between his last shift and this week, had managed to cobble together the beginnings of guts for something that looked kind of like it wanted to be a quad in three-wheeled form. Not because Reno had run out of wheels, so much. More because, well, he was from Gaia. In Gaia, three wheels were just the way to be.

And so, there he was, his sleeves up to his elbows and grease up to his sleeves, delving into it some more. He'd never personally worked on a vehicle that ran on something other than mako, the Al Bhed airship and Rikku's ethanol-powered WRO vehicles notwithstanding, so today was a lesson in figuring out how in the world this 'internal combustion' shit worked.

And if the drop cloth that he'd set out managed, by some miracle, to run from under the bike guts all the way over to the Fixer-Uppers sign, where he'd managed to staple-gun it over that distracting lens-flare...

He'd take it down again at the end of his shift. Probably.

[Open!]

The Gig, Sunday

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Today, the horses had all donned leis courtesy of Firekeeper. Slightly rumpled, due to being stuffed in her suitcase, and silk souvenir ones instead of authentic fresh-flower ones, for... well, basically that same reason. But so long as the horses didn't try to eat them- which, so far, none of them had expressed any interest in doing, because they weren't stupid, thank you- Firekeeper didn't see the problem.

What was a problem was how dreadfully cold it seemed here after a week in tropical weather. So she and Blind Seer were sprawled out on a haybale in the barn today, keeping warm.

Turtle & Canary, Sunday

[swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com]

It was so weird to be back on Fandom again after a week in the sun. The places where Dolf had gotten sunburnt still hurt, and his skin itched in the places where the pain had finally faded. Still, he was a man of no small work ethic, so he was going to come into work anyway.

Sun be damned.

And lo, so Sunday found him standing behind the counter with his phone, browsing the internet for football scores whenever everything was quiet. "Drie - één*?" he sighed. "Now Bayern starts losing games? Van Gaal!"

If he thought switching into English to voice his complaints would somehow garner Apu's sympathy, he was sadly, and horribly, wrong.

Today's squishy flavours: Football, Cola, Red.

* three - one?!

Caritas | Sunday

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

For his spring break, John had spent a good deal of time in Nevada, hanging out with his geeks and realizing that while Atlantis was lost to him, his family wasn't. Especially when they'd gotten some news at dinner that had led to a random sort of mission that may or may not lead to John getting to go back to Atlantis. There were just a few paperwork issues to overcome first.

You know, like when O'Neill had technically fired him. Details.

But for tonight, John was back in Fandom, hanging in Caritas with Tino, who should have been more thrilled about it.

Groovy Tunes; Sunday [ 02/27 ].

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

While it was nice to be back on Fandom Island, Ariel knew she was going to miss Hawaii. She was confident, though, that she could always return if she ever wanted to. Still, she wanted nothing more than to keep remembering the sun and the sand and...the music! That was why she was playing the collection of island music she'd gotten on the trip over the speakers in the store today...

...and working on her hula dancing. She was really getting the hang of it, too! It was definitely a favorite, she decided. All those hips and arms...she could teach to her friends back home!

She could try teaching it to anyone, for that matter.

Pele have mercy on anyone who chose to step through the doors today.

Groovy Tunes is open!