Luke's, Monday

[arsenicmauls]

Gert's birthday was coming up on Saturday, the same day as the picnic. Since sitting outside and getting eaten by mosquitos all day (and, possibly, seeing the newbies react to Jim in his boxers) didn't really sound like a thrilling birthday to her, she chose to begin Gertrude Yorkes' Birthday (Observed) today and maybe continue it over the course of the week as she saw fit. It wasn't like many people here were likely to know when her birthday was anyway.

Obviously, this had an effect on today's specials.

TODAY'S SPECIALS
Banana cake with cream cheese frosting
Cherry mini-pies
Ice cream cake

The Beach, Monday Afternoon to Evening

[myownface]

The fact that there weren't classes this week suited Sparkle just fine. It meant that he wouldn't have to be a little sneak skipping classes in order to stake a claim on the beach, where he was building a little bonfire right there on the sand because ha, like he could afford to rent a grill or something. Not on top of the bunch of burgers and hot dogs and the sneaky fake-ID beer that he'd purchased with his pay for working Saturday and Friday at Dite's, anyhow. Or the shitload of sparklers and glowsticks that he'd picked up from T&C, because no, he wasn't going to be affording real fireworks, either.

He did have a case of Canadian junk food, though. Lewis had been thoughtful enough to ask Sparkle if he should send a care package of some sort, and Sparkle had informed him that he was about to kill someone for a Caramilk bar. Maybe it was because Lewis actually cared, or maybe he just didn't want to see Sparkle get his ass deported for the sake of some chocolate, but he'd sent along more than just Caramilk. There were Coffee Crisps and proper Smarties and potato chips with real flavours, like dill pickle and ketchup. And Coke! Coke made with sugar! If anyone asked nicely and then proved themselves worthy, Sparkle might even be willing to share. Maybe.

And, topping it all off were the little speakers hooked up to the little mp3 player that Sparks had brought along, blaring a mix of Canadian music as loud as they possibly could. Which... wasn't too loud, but if you were to hang around close enough, you'd probably be able to hear. And appreciate that Sparkle was skipping over all of the Bieber. You're welcome.

Even if nobody happened to wander by and decide to stick around, Sparkle was in a pretty fine mood today. It wasn't a concert and fireworks in North York or anything, no. But his low-budget rainy-day Fandom Island Canada Day would do.

[Open beach is open!]

Devil's Nest, Monday, 7/01

[bitten_notshy]

The dance floor had been converted to a tiny ice rink today, complete with a hot chocolate dispenser and a bench for people to put on skates. "Canada Day," Tiny said, as if that explained everything.

Jack put on a sweater and decided he was grateful it wasn't moose this year.

Happy Canada Day!
Specials: Canadian beers, Maple Leaf Cocktail, Beaver Tail

Caritas- Monday

[fates_jaye]

It was Jaye's first day of not having to teach a class... and she had another job to go to anyway. Sigh, her life was hard.

She was here, but she wasn't happy about it. And there was a sign on the bar:

50% OFF FOR ANYONE WHO GETS THEIR OWN DRINK

Kitty would be thrilled about this, really.

Stark Industries [all day]

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

First real day of summer vacation and where was Cade?

Working.

Kark everything.

He was trying to figure out how to fill out his timesheet to explain why he'd missed last week. Finally he scrawled "cat" and figured Tony would know what he was talking about.

Stark's was open! And confused.

MCA Lobby, Monday evening

[cataclysmicluck.livejournal.com]

Since Zayne wasn't planning on staying in town long-term and had no expectations of getting a new manager for the building in a couple days, he had a new GG-series droid delivered. It wouldn't be able to do a super's job very well, but it could definitely handle the office work and call in for service when that was needed.

It was nice to know that there was NO WAY THIS COULD GO HILARIOUSLY WRONG. Nope. No way at all.

[OOC: Mostly establishy, but can be open if anyone feels like stopping in at this time.]