A small town in the Pacific Northwest to Luke's Diner, Fandom, Very, very early Saturday morning

[gastronomistic]

The town of Eureka slept the sleep of the reasonably certain that nothing would attempt to destroy the world until at least daybreak. They snuggled up in their beds, dreaming dreams of amazing inventions and Nobel Prizes and world peace.

( Yeah, 'cause that'll last )

When the interdimensional dust cleared, neither Cafe Diem nor Luke's Diner remained. Or, rather, they both remained. The sign out front warped back and forth between the two names before settling uneasily on "Cafe Luke's".

Upstairs in the loft, Vincent, proprietor and master chef of Cafe Diem, slept on oblivious.

You learned to sleep through a lot, in Eureka.

[ooc: and Vincent has arrived! Establishy. He'll make his entrance proper come morning. . . .]

The Park, Saturday Afternoon

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Fed up with sharing a hotel room with his father (and his habits such as walking around without pants and reciting the chemical formula for root beer at godawful hours), Peter had gone on the internet to try and get distraction. To his surprise, he found that he could access the Portalocity site for the first time in years. Fringe division be damned, he quickly booked a one-day round trip visit back to his old high school, just to see how it would look so many years later.

Boy, was he in for a surprise.

He didn't go straight up to the school campus, no. First he stopped in the park, to feed the ducks. He crouched at the edge of the water, throwing little bits of bread.

"Well, at least this place is the same," he said, mostly to himself.

[ooc: Open! He hasn't contacted a soul, given he doesn't expect anyone to still be around that he knew. Also note: He looks visibly older, as he is now 29]

The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani brought extra sugar cubes with her today. There was one each for Bold, Kally, Duke and Smudge, but two for Clyde. He deserved it after how he deal with those awful spiders from last week. It didn't take her long to get the horses saddled and ready to go so they could work off those treats.

The Gig was open!

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Saturday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary really didn't want to be working today. Her mind just didn't want to focus on anything, so she was grateful when Danny called from Las Vegas. However, he had more than just the usual round-up of gossip. He was really worried about Mike since no one had heard from in a while.

Well, that certainly gave Mary something to focus on. When she finished talking to Danny, she started calling all of the contacts she had left in Las Vegas. There had to be someone who knew had talked recently to Mike...

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Specials
Farmstand Gazpacho
Skanakopita

Luke's D-- wait, what? Oh, Cafe Luke's, Saturday Late Morning

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Now that everything in her apartment had been neatly packed up into meticulously sorted, labeled boxes (except for those three boxes of miscellaneous stuff that were going to cause her angst, as anything that defied her obsessive-compulsive tendencies was wont to do) and hand-written, overly flowery goodbye notes had been left at the post office for all her employees, Lacey stopped by the diner to wrap up a few last things and found it --

Well.

The sign out front was already different, even. Talk about your quick turnover.

At least she could still get in, and she pushed the door open and called out, "Hello?"

[OOC: For the new proprietor first, but if anyone wants to bug Lacey before she goes, go for it -- SP may be a thing, since I'll be out at a show this evening.]

Cabot & Associates, Saturday

[exspeedydotcom]

Roy could have been out exploring Atlantis, before it sank and was eventually ruled by Aquaman. But he had responsibilities and such, so instead, he was doing research at a law office and composing a mocking e-mail to Garth.

Cabot & Associates? Open.

The Devil's Nest, Saturday Evening, 6/25

[nookiepowered]

From the muttering that Bo was hearing from the end of the bar where Tiny leaned and poked at his phone, she gathered that tonight was going to be one of those nights where she'd probably have to keep half an eye on the customers herself. The bouncer was going to be too busy bitching at Tino -- either out loud or via text -- to be the first on the floor if a fight broke out.

Fine with Bo; physically spiffy but mentally twitchy from worrying about the sources of all that spiff, she almost looked forward to some kind of scuffle. Busting some heads would distract her.

Of course, by the third time she heard him yell Sixty points for QAT?? How is that even a WORD? at no one in particular, Bo was wondering if she should start with Tiny's. "Can't you two just shoot birds at pigs like normal people?"

[OOC: Open!]