Cafe Luke's | Friday | March 9

[therewaslife]

It was turning out to be a quiet day thus far. The kitchen staff was busily working on getting the specials prepared and Bod was out front, wiping down counters, putting out condiments and occasionally sending Kate little mundane texts just so she knew he was thinking about her.

TODAY'S SPECIALS
Beef Stroganoff
Moroccan Style Tilapia
Lasagna Rolls

Cafe Luke's was open!

Trooper Station- Friday

[also-audrey.livejournal.com]

When Audrey came in today, she found one of the troopers doing laps around the station. Aww, obviously Jake's spring break training had worked on someone.

Of course when he finally came back inside, the others decided to try and elect her to have the talk with him about maybe showering before he came back to work. Obviously someone had to do it, but no one wanted it to be them. She had no idea how this was her work life some days.


[Idk. Open la la la.]

Goodvalor's Little Bivoli, Friday

[godgavemecable.livejournal.com]

The topic du jour amongst the serving droids was the rumour that a pirate ship had been spotted along the Saskatchewan River. Toby thought about pointing out that the river was (mostly) frozen over at the moment, but then decided against it. Far be it from him to burst the bubble of gossipy droids. Even if he was curious as to where they would have even gotten their information

TODAY'S SPECIAL:
THIS POST IS BEING WRITTEN FROM THE BUS
WE'LL GET BACK TO YOU ON THAT

Magic Box, Friday

[abitlowkey]

As he had managed to dodge caring for a small, screaming mass yesterday, Loki was feeling rather proud of himself as he went to work today. As one should, really.

Work was a relative word it seemed, though. As he sat cross legged on the countertop, enthralled by the dashboard of his Tumblr account. It was filled with only the newest exploits of his brother and his little Avenger friends.

Look, he was Loki. A little odd behavior was only to be expected when it came to Thor.

[Ocd free!]

'Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday afternoon

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

There were a good chunk more games in the store today. Kenzi had set some up to play and was checking them out while hopefully waiting for Butters... ahem, Marjorine, to show up.

Also, the cock was wearing a pirate hat.

[OOC: As usual, links are NSFW.]

Stark Industries [after Leadership class]

[momslilassassin]

Ben made his way to his shift after Mr. Summers' class (and a trip to grab coffee. Don't pretend like that surprised you), set up his laptop, clicked onto the news feed from home, and began puttering around the shop as the newsbeing began catching its viewership up as to why watching the frigate Fireborn arrive in orbit around Coruscant was so important: because the Klatooinian terrorist/freedom fighter Grunel Ovin, was being transferred to the galactic center to face justice. The stargazing decks and lounges of the hotel closest to the ship were packed with the curious—some of them, to the delight of news directors, wearing or waving banners with slogans such as FREE GRUNEL or GA OUT OF HUTT AFFAIRS—as the frigate cruised past.

Ben listened with half an ear, at least until he heard the all-too-familiar sound of an explosion. Then he dropped what he'd been holding with a clatter and raced back to the desk.

The frigate, and the hundreds who'd been aboard her, was gone. "Stang," he gaped. The newsfeed showed the terrified, stampeding guests of the hotel as they raced away from the shattered viewport windows, before those images were shoved aside for the final message of Grunel Ovin. It was broadcast from an emergency beacon apparently launched from Fireborn moments before the explosion.

In the message, Grunel Ovin sat, proud and defiant, his green skin clashing with the gray prisoner jumpsuit his naval captors had given him, and gave the viewing audience a victorious smile. “By the time you listen to this recording, the frigate Fireborn will be destroyed and all aboard her, myself included, dead. I have done what I had to do in order to free my people. I have done this thing to make others understand they cannot own us.

“I allowed myself to be captured and taken aboard Fireborn so that I could accomplish the seemingly impossible, and you will never know how I have accomplished it. Understand, though, that every vessel of your navy is in danger. So long as you stand by while we are enslaved and oppressed, you can count on losing your defenders and loved ones by the hundreds and thousands.

“Let this serve as a challenge to all who think they can own sapient beings. You, too, will die at the hands of someone like me, and history will spit on your graves.

“My death also serves as a punishment for Chief Daala, who has always styled herself as an honorable warrior … yet has always behaved as a lackey, first of the Emperor and Grand Moff Tarkin, now of corporations that harvest profits from slaves outside the Alliance and then spend fortunes to buy Alliance laws that allow them to continue their crimes. Lick up their spittle, Chief Daala. I laugh at you from beyond your reach.”

Ben groaned. "Daala is going to flip out."

Stark Industries was open! Please distract Ben from his crappy, crappy galaxy.

Community Center, Friday Evening

[shagthis.livejournal.com]

When it came to Fandom, the typical alumni mixer type events tended to include a few key elements: food, drinks, and dancing.

Tonight? Not so much. Well, there was still the food and drinks, and probably nobody would actually stop you if you decided to go ahead and get jiggy with it, but the setup didn't exactly lend itself to dancing.

The setup in question? Well, the room was made to look as if a giant slumber party were taking place. There were ample blankets and pillows, and a big movie screen set up on one side of the room in order to play appropriately-themed movies.

[ooc: ocd up! post is open to all alumni, townies, teachers, and students]

Devil's Nest [Friday night]

[texted3times]

It's ladies' night, and the feeling's right...

Yes, it's ladies' night.

Oh, what a night.

It was also, apparently, a night for Kool and the Gang. Eric was thrilled, truly.

But it was half-price drinks for the ladies, so Tiny was wearing his best black wife-beater in the hopes of getting lucky. Eric was thrilled about that, too.

[OOC: The OCD is getting its groove on out on the dance floor. Open!]