Stark Industries, Monday

[endsthegame]

It had been a pretty normal weekend, all things considered, and Ender was going to count his blessings - you had to appreciate every weekend that didn't involve unexpected guests, changes to your physiology or mucking around with your brain chemistry. Not that he ever lingered on it long: too much work to do, too many emails coming in from the head of Shakespeare Colony (who was being quite kind about passing on info from his xenobiologer) and from the people he was speaking to in Ben's universe.

The situation didn't seem to be getting much better there, to put it mildly.

Within an hour of setting up his laptop, he was already sending out feelers to new potential contacts; he was starting to wonder how Peter and Valentine had kept this up for so long. But it kept him busy, so there was that.

Busy. He wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, but sometimes it was better than being stuck in his own head.

Especially lately.

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Cafe Luke's, Monday

[gastronomistic]

One of Vincent's distributors had dropped off four giant sheet cakes reading "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" in icing across the top. He was on the phone with them now.

"When have I ever ordered any premade food from you? . . . Because it's not my birthday! . . . Yes, I'm sure! . . . Look, are they at least organic? . . . I'm pretty open minded, but even I'm not sure about 'key lime cake'. . . . Well are there any side effects? . . . I'm calling from Fandom, ma'am, it's a perfectly legitimate question. . . ."

This might take awhile.

Today's specials
Four flavors of birthday cake!
Devil's food
Vanilla cream
Apple spice
Key Lime
As far as we know, they don't have side effects!

Luke's was open.

Devil's Nest [Monday evening]

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Jack pranced into the bar with a huge grin on his face. It was his favorite day of the year: International Talk Like a Pirate Day.

He moved behind the bar and started assembling some grog, as was only fitting for such an important night.

The sign on the bar read: Think ye can outdrink a real pirate? First glass o' grog on the house!

The next glass would be double the price because, um, pirate.

The Devil's Nest was open! And festive!