JGOB- Sunday afternoon

[solo_sword]

Day two of being here and Jaina had dragged Anakin out today to get some training in. The way she figured, if she were able to beat him, she'd have a reasonable chance of beating Jacen. As it stood, she decided she had a lot of work left to do, even if she really didn't want to have to go on to destination #2 in order to do it.

Afterwards they headed for food or coffee or both- Jaina was sticking to coffee- and a chance to actually talk. "It'd be really nice to have more time here," she decided.


[For the granddad, but can be open for your own needs!]

Demon Marcus, Sunday, All Day

[myownface]

Okay, so here was the deal. Sparkle had never been camping in his life. Or, at least, he'd never been legitimately camping, with people all sitting around a campfire and singing songs and making s'mores and all of that crap. Squatting in whatever shelter he could find for himself between homes didn't really count, and it wasn't like Sparkle even knew how to properly set up a tent.

He'd let the girls he was stuck with worry about how to set it up, and if it wasn't ready to be lived in by the time he made it to the campground after his Demon Marcus shift, then maybe he'd offer a hand. If he felt like it. Or maybe he'd do more important things, like scope out unlocked doors in Fandom's more residential areas to see if he could sneak in and steal some shoelaces and a spoon or some stamps or something, just for kicks.

In the meantime, maybe he would check out the shoes they had in stock today, to see if there was anything that was better suited for wearing around the woods than the pretty high-heels that he'd put out on display that morning. Maybe something black, and appropriately stompy. Bonus points for extra buckles or maybe some spikes in the toe.

[Demon Marcus is open! And flying OCD-free today, what the heck.]

The Gig, Sunday

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Calves? Still there. Still angry. Whether their anger had something to do with the fact that they were still there or there was some other reason, Firekeeper couldn't tell. For all their complaining, the calves were being remarkably secretive about the reason for the complaints.

Firekeeper and Blind Seer had decided to just let them sulk it out, and so were studiously ignoring them as they traded gossip with the horses.

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Sunday

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

Today's meditation special as recommended by Coulson? Angry Birds Space. During breaks from watching out to make sure nobody came in and tried anything, Coulson was trying to get through the Danger Zone levels right now. Frankly, if you could keep your calm through some of those levels, you could keep your calm through anything.

... Okay, he probably proved that he could keep his calm through anything back on the Helicarrier. But this was a close second.

In any event, Coulson was here to help you not buy guns or play games on your phone. Whichever was your preference.

McCoppin Scrap, Sunday, All Day

[drinks_coffeezilla]

The Alot of Tires had moved along, and had left Dean with just enough scrap rubber left over to be able to make the tire sculpture that he'd been planning to make last weekend.

Naturally, this meant that Dean was mildly concerned that, out of nowhere, somebody was for some reason going to decide that they needed to come in to pick up a spare tire. And if there weren't any in the yard with the exception of the handful that Dean was mutilating in order to make a giant rubber-composite bear-yak-pug, how was that going to reflect on the scrapyard itself?

On the island that didn't have roads for cars.

... Yeah.

Dean was going to spend his day pondering how to work around this by making use of the other materials in the yard. And he was going to do this pondering over a cup of coffee or five.

[Open Scrapyard for all your Scrapyard needs! Sans OCD because I'm lazy today.]

The Devil's Nest- Sunday

[inaskinnyway.livejournal.com]

It would not be incorrect to say that Susan was not especially pleased with the tents. She could deal with a roommate. Her last school had forced many more roommates on her than just the one, actually. But now they expected her to sleep in a tent outdoors with three other people and not kill anyone and Susan wasn't quite sure that was possible.

Therefore she was very happy to be able to be at work tonight. In fact, she got there early and was planning on staying late. It was really only too bad she worked only one night a week.

The Devil's Nest was open.