Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Sunday

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It was a quiet morning in the shop. That meant one thing: meditation time. Helping Coulson meditate today? Lots and lots of Mythbusters on his phone.

What? Some people found unnecessary explosions relaxing, especially when they weren't happening in his direct vicinity. It was either that or count ammunition to make sure they weren't getting ripped off, and it wasn't a day for counting. Or, you know, accidentally triggering an unnecessary explosion.

Coulson had seen some of the guns in the place, after all. He assumed that half of the ammunition was highly, HIGHLY explosive.

Goodvalor's Little Bivoli, Sunday

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The human staff at Goodvalor's had been light for a while, so Zayne figured it was time to at least put up a sign and see if he could pull in anyone who wanted to make some easy money letting droids do most of the work.

Of course, every time he turned around, one of those droids changed the sign. It was going to be a long day as Zayne figured out who the troublemaker was and figured out how to turn off whatever bit of smartass code had worked its way into their system.

Today's Special:
Soylent Green
HELP Tasty Humans WANTED

Seriously, the sign was just coming down for now. There was no special.

[OOC: Also no OCD.]

The Beach, Sunday Evening

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Out of all the things one might have guessed would bring something resembling peace between Alex and Loki, "a photoshoot of a Corgi" was probably not on the list. But when the Corgi was Thor, and the photoshoot involved dramatic moonlit shots on the beach, with the wind whipping his wee Corgi cape? That was kind of a different story.

"We should take some shots where he totally just conquered you in battle. You know. Yet again."

((For a teacup god and his Corgi, but open beach is open.))