Fixer-Uppers, Monday

[endsthegame]

Ender didn't want to care about politics back home - he really desperately didn't. And to a point, he'd succeeded in that; the only part of it he cared about now was how those politics hurt his friends. Knowing Carn and Dink were safe had taken a bit of the load off, but the rest of them were still fighting.

So there he was, on Monday morning back in the shop, picking through Martel essays and trying to place the writing style. It seemed familiar, anyway.

"I can probably trace the source," Jane offered. Ender combed a hand through his hair, wondering whether he really cared.

And said yes.

Five minutes later, he was sighing, and getting up to make some orange juice out of the oranges that had popped up earlier that day.

[[ open! ]]

Luke's Diner, March 28 (Monday)

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

There was a miniature potted tree on the counter this morning when Lacey came in, bright and cheerful in its shiny foil-wrapped planter with tiny colorful fruits hanging from its branches, and it got an excited little "Awwww!" out of her when she spotted it.

Upon closer examination, though, she realized that the fruit dangling from the tree's miniature limbs was, in fact, miniature peppermint candy.

"All right. I know this is Fandom, but come on now," she announced to the as-yet empty diner.

The diner didn't (mercifully) have a comment in response. Neither did the tree.

Today's Specials
Salmon and Asparagus Frittata
Grilled Chicken Salad
Espresso Cheesecake

NOW HIRING - See Manager for Details

Luke's is open, and it refuses to dignify its proprietor's protestations pertaining to plausibility with a response.

[OOC: The OCD is hiding in embarrassment at my apparent compulsive need to be alliterative, but the diner is open.]

The Arms Hotel, Monday, 3/28

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn got to work a little late and looking harried, robobaby Susannah firmly in her arms.

Of course it was a day when there was some construction going on in the hotel. After Quinn's third attempt to get the workmen to quiet down and quit hammering already, she gave up and decided to live with the baby's wailing. "Life is hard," she told the droid as she bounced it in her arms. "You have to learn to deal."

Strangely, Susannah was not soothed by this.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's specials: Steel Cut Oatmeal
Aunt Betty's Banana Pudding

Caritas, Monday

[shagthis.livejournal.com]

Jake was still in a bit of a mood regarding the stupid Jared Boyle book (crying disorder? Really, Steele?) and so he was doing his best to drown his sorrows in rum.

Rum, and paper airplanes that he was attempting to launch at Tino's head.

The Magic Box, Monday

[stylin-wizard.livejournal.com]

Alex opened the shop on time even after a trip to J,GOB. Armed with coffee and pastries, she settled behind the counter for the moment.

She'd get to cleaning and re-organizing the shop in a minute.

[OCD free.]

A Quiet Stretch of the Beach, Monday Afternoon

[weetuskenraider]

You'd think it looked a lot like Tahiri was just taking every opportunity to practice with her (still relatively) new lightsaber. She'd tell you she had a lot of catchup to do in terms of training with and getting used to it after months of going without, and that was true, but it was also true that there was a certain shiny-new-toy factor at play.

The beach was always a good spot for it, too; for various reasons, she'd come to feel awfully connected with shorelines in a symbolic sense as well as a sentimental one. That she got to get in all that catchup training while enjoying the feel of cool sand beneath her bare feet and the sound of the waves lapping at the shore was only a bonus.

Every now and then, between drills, her thoughts drifted toward future plans, and the inevitable speculation that came with them. There were beaches on Zonama Sekot, she knew, and that was something, at least. That was a vague comfort, and it was easy enough to dispel the more unsettling thoughts by losing herself in the rhythm of her movements and the thrum of her lightsaber's blade again.

[OOC: Open beach is open, indeed.]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Karla was unexpectedly a mother again, thanks to class this morning. But there was only one, and Dolf seemed both competent and...almost excited about being a father? So it wasn't as bad as the last time this had happened to her.

Which was a very good thing, considering the plan she'd concocted for the week. It wasn't a new plan, but being a kitty unexpectedly for a week had put a crimp in her timing.

So Karla was making notes and forming plans in a notebook today and very few of them were about unexpected android babies.

Devil's Nest [Monday, March 28, 2011]

[capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com]

"Radio, radio romance--" Jack sang as he wiped down the gleaming bar.

It wasn't what the DJ was playing--he'd declared it 80s and 90s throwback night and was cycling through the greatest hits of New Kids on the Block--but it was at least the right era.

The Devil's Nest is open! Peg your jeans and come on in.