Turtle & Canary, Sunday

[swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com]

Dolf... was not sweeping or doing anything physically taxing today. He already had a Saint Bernard lying on his feet, unwilling to move, and he was feeling a bit depressed around the edges. It wasn't for any identifiable reason this time, though he had many; autumn just made him somber to a fault.

And so he would be spending today sitting behind the counter, staring drearily out the window while a Saint Bernard drooled on his shoes.

Apu was not impressed.

Today's Squishy flavors: Cola, Blue Raspberry, Grape Judas.

Mystery Sign Theater 3000, Sunday

[chosehumanity]

It was still awfully quiet without Kate or Jack around. Mitchell was starting to think he might have to start inviting Bo over every week just to keep him from staring at the walls, brooding about the past couple of months. (Not that he wasn't going to do that anyway, but...)

He helped the crew set up the sign in the morning, then padded in by himself, hands in his pockets. He'd probably check in to see the movie in a short bit, but right now his thoughts were his main focus. Fuck, he hated remembering.

NOW SHOWING:
THE AIDE
STILL HIRING

Goodvalor's Little Bivoli, Sunday

[cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com]

Zayne was going to enjoy a break once this string of busy days was over. He wasn't sure what he would do besides avoid any kind of paperwork that came his way, but it would start with meditation. And then reflection that paperwork isn't as bad as somebody shooting you.

And anyway, it's not like today even had to be that busy, unless somebody had questions about the menu or wondered about the still present "HELP WANTED" sign in the window. He had droids that were ready to do the actual hard jobs.

So after some reflection, he was nice and relatively relaxed over by the host stand while Gigi occasionally muttered about the tragedy of not being able to express herself in whatever language she chose. (Yes, Zayne had taken care of the Esperanto thing.)

Today's Special:
Crepes Malreaux
with an Acid-Beet Side Salad

Caritas | Sunday Evening

[wehateyouplzdie.livejournal.com]

Wallace was late to work but he didn't much care. Toddlers and Tiaras trumped sitting around at a bar and that was saying something considering how much Wallace liked to drink. He had made it to work eventually, that's what counted.

[I am on like day two of a horrible headache so mod Tino for speediness please]