Stark Industries, Monday

[endsthegame]

Taking a day off to see the unicorns this weekend had been a nice break, though Ender had never really moved past his own worries. There was simply too much to think about - too much to anticipate on, too much to plan for. Too many deaths to be remembered, for Kaeleer brought back memories of Agio, and left him mulling how much more blood would be spilled because of his failures.

He couldn't afford to fail Ben now.

Not for the first time since the summer, he found himself irrationally angry that the IF had kept him here, rather than sending him off much earlier. Sure, it would have meant the colony ship itself would have traveled much slower, but it would mean Ender would finally get the retirement he craved.

Nevermind.

He had to slog through a whole crop of blueberries in the morning just to get to his counter, but he barely paid attention to them. Missing even a day meant missing a lot of correspondence, and he still hadn't caught up yet.

[[ open! ]]

Goodvalor's Little Bivoli- Monday

[annieadderall.livejournal.com]

Annie had brought a couple copies of the newspaper in to work today and left them out so people could just so happen to read them. What, she was proud of her article.

The droids didn't care so much.

SPECIALS
Ahrisa


[OCD free today!]

Magic Box, Monday

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Surreal was perplexed.

She kept poking at some of the crystals that someone had arranged on the displays and shelves with her finger, a small frown on her face as she nudged each one with Craft to see if any of them resonated at all.

None of them did.

"Well, you're no use," she huffed, flouncing back to her counter. She could fence a Jewel for a decent amount, but not these.

Cafe Luke's, Monday

[gastronomistic]

The kitchen staff seemed to have spent the whole weekend arguing over rocket ships -- right up until Vincent, wandering through, commented on the ideal fuel composition used to win a race around the moon.

Then they spent the day staring at Vincent, wondering if he was a spy.

Today's specials
Ground Control to Major Tomato Basil Marinara
Space Oddifries
Freeze-dried astronaut ice cream sandwiches

Luke's was open.

The Perk, Monday afternoon

[zoocitizen]

She'd been here all of two weeks, and Zinzi already felt like she had her own regular spot. She hadn't bothered with the paper, today (she could get more up-to-date news online, with the advantage of not having to clean newsprint off of sloth fur), just sat back with her coffee and a cigarette, watching people go by.

Sloth sat on the table, clinging to his now-somewhat-less-creepy doll. Zinzi looked at him and sighed.

"I have got to get you a teddy bear."

[ooc: The Perk, it is open.]

Caritas, Monday

[shagthis.livejournal.com]

Today was apparently a fresh-duct-tape day for the zombies. Jake, however, was keeping his hands clean of the whole mess.

Literally. The last thing he wanted was zombie-goo all over his hands. Ew.

So, yeah, Tino was stuck taping up the zombies while Jake pretended to be busy... building a tower out of highball glasses.