The Gig, Sunday

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Firekeeper and Blind Seer were making sure to say their goodbyes to the horses, just in case they were not here next week.

Firekeeper wondered how they'd do without others to properly talk to- of course, they had each other, and they were intelligent enough to make their feelings known even to those who couldn't speak the language of the Beasts. She'd have to tell Dani to make sure to keep them updated on the gossip around the island.

[ooc: open! though i will be slow once afternoon hits.]

The Perk- Sunday afternoon

[solo_sword]

Jaina was really trying to keep this visit low-key, because basically, she didn't really want everyone worrying about her. There were of course those who knew what she was heading into and would know to worry anyway, but for the most part, she wanted to see people just in case it was her last time to do so. So she sent out the usual message just saying she was here and leaving tonight, and headed to the Perk.

Her drink got completely ignored once she'd found a table, though. She was busier trying not to count down the hours until the portal that would take her back to her galaxy, and running through what she wanted to say to the Council for the hundredth time, and internally cursing the fact that her datapad was now telling her that time back home and in Fandom had synced up again, because why couldn't that have happened sooner.


[If you think you got the message, you did. Open!]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Sunday

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At least one person - probably two by now - knew of Coulton's placement in the timestream at this point. They were people he could trust with a secret, of course, but it was still unsettling to have his cover blown even a little this early. Coulson was handling it the way you'd expect, though; by doing his job. He was here to answer all of your questions about guns you couldn't buy and meditation he wasn't really an expert on.

[OOC: Around until 2:30ish Central.]

Goodvalor's Little Bivoli, Sunday

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Zayne had been through a lot since the last time he set foot in Goodvalor's. He was glad to see that it hadn't burned down and that there weren't weird black and white dog kids and the droids weren't exploding or anything.

Really, it was nice to be back to something simple, something normal, something....

Today's Special:
L'lahsh-Marinated Nutrient Globule

Something that sounded completely unappetizing. It was good to be back.

[OOC: Again, only around for a couple hours. But open as a post and open to SP!

No OCD due to lazy.]

Demon Marcus, Sunday, All Day

[myownface]

Sparkle was taking a walk on the wild side again for his Demon Marcus shift this weekend, decked out in his rattiest jeans and a tank top that looked like it hadn't been washed in weeks.

Because it most likely hadn't been.

He figured, since the cheap crap was somewhere near the back of the store, he could just make up some excuse about how he was trying to appeal to a wider range of potential customers who came in. After all, if you were here for the fancy shit, you saw that on all the displays on your way into the building in the first place.

... Okay, that, and Sparkle really wasn't in any mood to do his laundry. So what? If they wanted him to clean his clothing more often, they wouldn't make everyone sleep in tents.

[Open and flying without OCD today!]

McCoppin Scrap, Sunday, All Day

[drinks_coffeezilla]

To say that Dean had been maybe holding his breath a little as he approached the junkyard today was probably a pretty fair assessment. Last week had been the garbage candy, the week before had seen the disappearance of every tire in the yard, and the week before that had seen an abundance of them.

He let that breath go when he stepped through the gate to see everything just the way it should be, art projects and junk alike all in their proper places.

Just wait a few minutes, until he discovers that Fandom has replaced his espresso with decaf.

"Noooo!"

Ah, there we go.

McCoppin Scrap is open, and dragging ass today.

[And OCD free!]