Devil's Nest, Monday, 10/01

[bitten_notshy]

The last night of the moon was always a bit easier for Jack; the pull was fading, and he felt generally well enough to go to work. And he assumed Alcide and Scott were both home or well on their way, which would make things easier tonight.

He checked the inventory, then started sorting through the mail. Eric got a surprising number of political solicitations for someone who wasn't even technically alive. Jack considered the letters, but decided there was no reason to encourage donations to anyone until he had a firmer grasp on the politics of Eric's world.

As he worked, he heard Tiny come in to set up for his shift and start grumbling something about cucumbers and holy water. He decided it was better he didn't know.

Stark Industries [all day Monday]

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Uncle Bantha was heading back to...wherever Uncle Bantha disappeared to when he wasn't bothering Cade. Cade didn't care at all, as long as it wasn't near Fandom.

In celebration for a relative-free island (...kind of...), Cade was drinking a giant mocha and snacking on chocolate-covered espresso beans.

He'd regret this combination in a few hours.

Cafe Luke's, Monday

[lovemykilt]

After spending the weekend mostly handwavily hanging out with Jen and Tish -- with pretty much nothing strange happening at all, thanks a lot Fandom -- it was a little bit melancholy, getting up for work Monday morning without them around.

The kitchen staff did their best to make up for it by making fun of Priestly's clothes and putting stuff in his hair. Priestly just sighed, leaning against the counter.

"Thanks, guys," he said. "But it's just not the same."

"I hate you so much," said the cook.

Today's specials
Macaroni and cheese
Roasted beets
Sweet potato pie
Now hiring! Most shifts available!

Luke's was open.

Caritas, Monday

[shagthis.livejournal.com]

Just because Jake hadn't had any family (or whatever the hell Des was) visit this past weekend didn't mean he'd been exempt from being checked up on, as evidenced by the scowl on his face as he grumbled in to the phone on his way in to the bar.

"No, they haven't fired m- you put money on how long I'd last, didn't you?" Jake rolled his eyes. "Some father. I'm hanging up now."