Luke's, Monday

[arsenicmauls]

Gert did not want to know why she stepped into work today and came face to face with an inflatable tub full of chocolate pudding just behind the counter, but the kitchen staff told her anyway: it was a rockin' (they said "rockin'") method for keeping cool, and did she want to take her shoes off and stick her feet in?

"I'll pass," Gert said, very, very, judgmentally. "Thanks."

TODAY'S SPECIALS
Frozen yogurt
Anything with whipped cream
Jello

the park ; monday morning

[necroslacker]

Sam didn't have a reason to be on the island other than wanting to take a break from Seattle. Nothing terrible had happened to him (which was a good thing) but it felt like he was waiting for something terrible to happen. That was how he tended to live, from one bad event to another. Brid hadn't wanted him to go but he'd eventually convinced her by telling her he'd call and text her as much as he could.

She was still worried he was going to disappear again. He wasn't. Though, he was still carrying around a lot of baggage from the time he did, he wasn't planning on doing that again. There were other things moving around now and he had to be present and accounted for in order to make sure nothing went pear shaped.

This was just a break. It was a respite to sit on a park bench on a cloudy day and drink some water. He didn't think he'd stay long but he hadn't been back in awhile. He was texting idly back and forth with Brid and even occasionally laughing at some of the things she was saying. Things had gotten easier with her lately too.

It was nice. Right now, he was okay.

[Open place in town, open post. I just missed him.]

Caritas, Monday evening

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

So the trip back home to Canada had been... something else. Kenzi was glad to be a country away from people who tried to make you fight Terminators with tongues, and growly guys with police attitude. For a lot of reasons.

SPECIALS
Full Moon
Dark Side of the Moon
Bad Moon Risin'

If your'e not out howling at the moon, tonight would be a good night to get your drink on.

Devil's Nest, Monday, 7/22

[bitten_notshy]

In honor of having hands again, Jack was trying to teach himself to juggle with the club's stock of lemons.

It wasn't going especially well, and the main seating area was littered with citrus fruit. Tiny and the DJ had given up pretending not to laugh.

[OOC: Open club, no OCD!]

Stark Industries [after 1st period]

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

After a productive class of standing on his head, Cade made his way into work with his two new Earth vices: a giant cup of coffee and a new pack of cigarettes.

He now had an excuse to take lots of breaks from the work he barely did anyway!

Live the dream, Cade.

Fandom Post Office, July 23 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

Luckily her cat was resourceful enough to figure out how to get to where Éponine kept the food, and the sink in the bathroom had a constantly leaky faucet anyway. Regardless. Alouette was not pleased about being abandoned for a week (the mess of cat food and shredded paper sack were an unmistakable indication), and so clearly the only way to make it up to her was for Éponine to bring her along to work.

Three shredded magazine covers and a half-chewed up letter packet later, Éponine was beginning to suspect that it was going to take a long time to convince Alouette to forgive her.

At least the process of trying to figure out an appropriate bribe for a kitten was demanding enough to distract her from what would otherwise be a fairly self-critical mood . . . even if Alouette wasn't very inclined to answer Éponine's questions. That was normal, at least.