McCoppin Scrap (And Spacecraft Parking?), Sunday, All Day

[drinks_coffeezilla]

And that was that. After a week of hauling scrap, sorting bits and pieces of junk into piles of all-out garbage, and spare parts that he could sell for a reasonable price to anyone with a knack for mechanics, Dean had actually more or less managed to organize the junk yard. Sure, there was still plenty that was heaped up at odd angles, and he wasn't quite sure how to treat what he was kind of thinking of as his own alien landing pad (the crazies back in Rockwell would get a kick out of this), but he felt like the job was done enough for a scrapyard. And that would have to do.

He made himself a cup of coffee, pulled on his overalls and dragged out his welding equipment, and then started working on a piece of sculpture that he'd started earlier in the week. It was spring going into summer. He was feeling inspired.

There was even a sign up on the front gate, advertising that they were now hiring. Hiring for what, he had no idea. But hey, there was still a lot of scrap that needed to be hauled around. Maybe he could put some kid to work until there was a bit more order to this place.

[And McCoppin scrap is open for business! I will fling up an infopost on this place sooner or later, I swear.]

The Beach, Early Sunday afternoon

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After all the excitement yesterday with meeting newbies, and people who had been around that she just hadn't met yet, Rapunzel was looking forward to some quiet time on the beach. Away from where all the newbies were settling into the dorms, too. That was a bonus.

She'd probably do some baking later on in the day, and be properly welcoming, but for the moment, she was looking forward to the wind and the waves and the sun on her face.

And meeting a friend! That was fun, too!

[Expecting one, but totally open, too.]

Turtle & Canary; Sunday [ 05/06 ].

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After getting everything settled in her new apartment and crashing at the picnic to surprise a few people, Valentine was ready to come into the store today and see what kind of state things were left in. It really didn't surprise her to find out that most of the dirty work from getting things organized from a few owners ago had been taken care of by Samus...documents scanned and uploaded into the computer system, the ordering process greatly streamlined...and were those LED lights underneath the SquishyBot?

This was going to be even easier than she suspected. All the really had to do today was go through the schedules and see where the gaps needed to be filled in, and figure out the feeding schedules for all the animals.

Today's Squishy flavors: Nostalgia, Throwback, Grape Judas

Turtle & Canary is open!

Stark Industries; Sunday [ 05/06 ].

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Butters was doing a pretty good job of doing his usual Sunday cleaning at the shop today, especially since he heard from a little squirrel that he had a new boss and he wanted to impress the new boss if he happened to come in.

By the time lunch rolled around, he felt he really deserved to take the break he did when he settled at the counter and pulled out his PB&J sammich and started cutting his apple into little nibble-sized slices.

With singing. Of course.

"Lu lu lu, I've got some apples
Lu lu lu, you've got some too..."

Really, it was just another day for him at the shop, nothing special or different or nothing, and that was a-okay.

Stark Industries is open!

Caritas, Sunday Evening

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New students and teachers had arrived on the island, so what better time than tonight to be at the bar? Okay, so maybe not. People really ought to be getting ready to start school, but the possibility was there.

Guy was just glad that he didn't need to be doing any of that this summer. Being a bartender slash superhero was way easier than teaching that lot.

Drink Special
The Black Widow

The Devil's Nest- Sunday

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Not being a particularly social person, Susan had had no problem missing the picnic yesterday. Though she supposed she would have to actually go out and meet people, or what have you, sooner or later.

Opening the club on the island counted, in her mind.

At least there had probably not been time to figure out that Caritas didn't card, so she probably wouldn't have to explain that to anyone if they came to the door. Next week, however...

The Devil's Nest was open.