The Gig, Sunday

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Firekeeper did not have a mother to speak of, even if she had been able to contact anyone in her own world. Firekeeper did not even know there was some sort of festival associated with the day- even after four years in Fandom, her understanding of how the passage of time was marked was still rudimentary at best. Look, she remembered to come in to work once a week (well, excepting when there was some sort of festival at the school, granted), what more did you want?

She, Blind Seer, and the horses could all be found outside today, enjoying the warm if not precisely sunny weather.

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

[drinks_coffeezilla]

So, the place was starting to look more and more like the kind of scrapyard that Dean could be proud to call his own. It was full of, predictably, garbage of a multitude of sorts, but at least now it was mostly sorted out all neat and tidy, glass from plastic, metal from wood, and all sorts of crap that actually qualified as garbage well out of the way, where he'd arrange for it to be properly disposed of. Small island. Huge heaps of junk in the middle of town, not far from the school? Not the sort of eyesore that people generally wanted just sitting about.

Which was why, also predictably, Dean was contenting himself to go through the lot, picking up a sheet of tin here, a piece of glass there, planning out his next sculpture. Better people complain about his art than his junk, right?

It made sense to Dean, anyhow.

The scrapyard was open, the Help Wanted sign was still hanging on the front gate, and don't worry, Dean hadn't touched any spaceships since buying the place.

[Open for all your junk art/scrap/spaceship parking lot needs!]

The Devil's Nest- Sunday

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Susan wasn't even aware that it was Mother's Day here, or that this place even had such a holiday. Which was probably a good thing, as there might be some sadness over the fact that there was no point in celebrating it anymore anyway. As far as she was concerned, it was just another Sunday.

...with this DJ playing a lot of things like "You Light Up My Life" because someone was apparently a mama's boy.

The Devil's Nest was open.