Magic Box, Monday.

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Surreal actually had two classes this semester she really really liked, and one that was just fine. For once, she was happy with all Sadi's choices.

She was going to spend this shift drawing out a detailed diagram for Professor Lannister's class - and for her own review - showing how different Courts, Territories, and towns worked with the Blood system, and then what she knew of the Landen systems on another parchment.

If someone came in, well, the witch was around. But she was finally putting all those art classes to good use.

[OOC: Open shop & OCD-freeeee!]

Stark Industries, Monday

[endsthegame]

"But he's terribly noisy," Jane argued.

"Then turn off the big microphone," Ender said for the umpteenth time. "No one's said you have to listen in on all the background noise, too."

"Or he could be polite and be less noisy," Jane retorted.

Ender sighed, poking at his Bluetooth. "You try fixing a droid without making a sound when you don't even know there's a nosy AI listening in on you."

"That's not my fault."

"You're the one who doesn't want him knowing you exist," Ender pointed out. "...Come to think of it, Jane. You do switch off the general microphone at night, right?"

"I'm not answering that because you're being rude."

Ender sighed. He rubbed his brow, patted his Bluetooth again to make sure the squirrels would see nothing but him talking to someone on the phone, and said, "I'm not talking to you until you get out of this mood."

[[ open! ETA: details about amelia in the conversation with Ben are NFB ]]

the boardwalk ; monday afternoon

[necroslacker]

Sam hadn't had a good weekend in a long while. It felt like it'd been months when it really had been just a few weeks. He didn't know what he'd done wrong and who he'd wronged to get stuck with such miserable weekends but he had.

And he was tired. It wasn't so much from lack of sleep (which was something he had been experiencing) but from being through an emotional wringer every time he turned around. He'd been trying, he knew he had, and yet...

It was warm today which meant Sam had donned sunglasses and a hat to cover his face and prevent any sunburn. He'd taken to skateboarding up and down the boardwalk for long periods of time, hopping over little cracks in the sidewalk and twisting and turning in a poor attempt to look talented.

Right now, he was sitting on a bench with the board under his feet and his eyes on the ocean in the distance. It was almost calming.

[Open place in town so open, of course]

Cafe Luke's, Monday

[gastronomistic]

Vincent was practically dancing through the cafe, today, as he cleared off tables and saw too customers, offering up free samples here and there just to see the looks on people's faces when they got to try what he'd been cooking up.

He'd just gotten a new wood stove in, after all, and there were all sorts of recipes, new and old, to try out. It was all in the quality of wood being burned, he'd decided. It really changed the tone of the smoky flavors.

Today's specials
Whole wheat vegan pizza with artichoke and roasted red peppers
Cedar-plank wild salmon
Sweet potato pie

Luke's was open.

Caritas, Monday

[shagthis.livejournal.com]

While Jake wouldn't quite call it brooding, Mother's Day had always managed to get him down just a bit. So he was drowning his sorrows the day after in the tried and true Doyle way: drinking.

He'd probably serve you a drink too, if you wanted. Probably.

Groovy Tunes - Monday after Classes

[knight-fatali.livejournal.com]

Seifer was slowly sorting through paperwork, and doing that stock thing he liked to do. Which meant he was making stacks out of the CD cases. One pile being carefully stacked on the counter to be put away, the other was more cases carelessly tossed into a cardboard box.

Said box would be drug out back and set on fire soon. He had plenty of paperwork for kindling purposes.

And that HELP WANTED sign was still on the door.