Turtle & Canary, Sunday

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Dolf was starting to get used to Nana's constant intrusion into his life. At least the panda was slightly less likely to get near him while there was a giant dog napping in the aisle, though it meant Dolf had to make up for it in cleaning hair off of stuff.

Still, he wasn't going to complain. If he wanted to do that, then there were a lot of different things he could complain about that were worth a lot more-- his list was starting to get pretty long, to say the least.

But today he was going to focus on small favors, like keeping the panda at bay, and finding out that they actually had some fair trade coffee coming in. Stocking the aisles with it made him smile just a little bit, even if Nana spent most of that time drooling on his leg.

Today's Squishy Flavors: Fudge, Prose, Grape Judas.

Atlas Gym, Sunday Afternoon

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After recovering from his... little expedition out into the snow yesterday and going for a nice, horrifically brisk run this morning, Tony was ready to learn how to fight!

Because who wouldn't want the honor of saying Captain America taught them out to punch people? Not that he was thinking about that at the moment, of course. That would mean thinking about rubbing it in other people's faces. Which wouldn't happen at this age.

But, you know, soon enough.

So, Tony sat on one of the mats, texting Rhodey constantly as he waited for Mr. Rogers to show up.

[[For screwyoumarvel, but open like a gym tends to be!]]

Caritas, Sunday, 7/24

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Newly registered for classes for the fall semester, Jack devoted any time he didn't spend serving customers to reviewing his Greek and Latin in preparation for his first university-level seminar in classical languages. He hadn't used them much in the last few years; he was convinced he was rusty.

For a part-time bartender, Jack was kind of an enormous nerd. At least he had the grace to sip a beer as he read.