Luke's, Monday

[arsenicmauls]

Today, the kitchen at Luke's was a mess of brownie batter.

One of the kitchen guys apparently had to make some kind of baked good for his daughter's charity bake sale at school tomorrow, and he was determined to make the best brownies ever. He had smears of what Gert desperately hoped were brownie mix under his eyes like what football players did with paint, and he appeared to mean business.

"Should I put brownies on the specials board today?" Gert asked dryly as she watched him intensely putter around the kitchen.

There was no reply but Eye of the Tiger playing from someone's cell phone.

TODAY'S SPECIALS
Mint white chocolate brownies
M&M/Skittles, Together At Last Brownies
Orange brownies

The Park, Monday Afternoon

[flickofthewrist]

It was a new day which meant another day Flick spent trying not to be around the damn bouncy castles. He never knew how much he liked privacy and doors until they were taken away. The bouncy castles were like sleeping in one huge sleeping bag where it was impossible to not end up on top of someone. Flick didn't like it but he figured he wasn't the only one.

He'd gone to class like a good little student and then ended up on a park bench in town. He'd slept on benches before so it was almost like coming home. Except this wasn't New York and he couldn't get up and go find Joi after he was done lazing about.

The semester was over and Flick thought that would earn him a call from his father but nothing had happened. Not a thing. In the time he'd been here, he figured Mandel had probably killed all of the Ghosts and that Gwendolyn was at his side, laughing.

And he was still here. He was still here, sitting on a park bench with a warm cup of coffee and plans to head to the mainland to snag a few items that'd help him get through the week. He'd given up on Jude, he'd given up on Joi and he knew he was pretty much on his own.

He took a sip of coffee and sighed.

[The post is open and so is the park]

Caritas, Monday evening

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi was glued to the season finale that werewolf show in the back room. But if you ring for T1-N0, she'll come out and help you.

And give you spoilers!

The Sidewalk Outside the Perk, Monday Evening

[genesishero]

It seemed, to Evan, like a good evening for walking, just wandering around the island with his dog, a book in hand, and appreciating the fresh air and the fact that nothing was falling out of it looking to kill people. And, as Evan walked down Unicorn Street, it seemed more and more like it could even be a good evening for sitting at one of the little tables outside of the Perk, sipping a coffee and reading while Ozzy napped at his feet.

It was good to see that the best laid plans sometimes did work out nicely, because ten minutes later he had himself a mocha frappuccino, and was a few pages in on one of the books he'd taken out from the library while Ozzy settled himself down on the cobblestones, content to rest for a while.

Not a bad way to spend a Monday evening.

[Open!]

Stark Industries [all day]

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

After his time in Ender's class, Cade retreated behind the counter of the shop to be grateful he wasn't in a karking bouncy castle where his roommate cuddled with that Whittemore kid and he couldn't steal anyone's stuff.

And be glad he hadn't gotten eaten on Saturday, but whatever.

Stark's was open and surly as usual. It was Monday.

Devil's Nest, Monday, 08/19

[bitten_notshy]

Jack wasn't in the bar today. His college financial aid for the fall had gotten tangled up, and he had to go to Baltimore to straighten things out.

In his absence, Tiny was playing loud speed metal and offering shots of whiskey. Because he was a badass like that.

[OOC: Flaked on posting this oops?]