The Beach, Sunday Afternoon

[pulseof_life]

Planning out a day, or a series of days, was not something Yeul had to do frequently.

It wasn't distasteful so much as it was unusual, and while she supposed she could write out a plan or even a timetable, Yeul did not find herself particularly motivated to do so. She knew which places she thought might be interesting to others, and while some were dangerous, Caius would be there and they would be safe, so she saw no reason to have them avoid those areas.

A walk on the beach, she thought, was really much better than trying to write anything down when it all seemed like so much fuss and bother for just a couple of days home, even with visitors in tow.

Besides, it would be nice just to be home. Why fuss?

[Expecting one, but open if you don't mind SP since I'll be out all afternoon.]

J,GoB | Sunday Afternoon

[playsforkepesh]

Sam had been having an unbelievably busy couple of weeks, but the good news was that things seemed to be settling down. With the summer winding down and most customers' Labor Day travel plans already booked, Sam finally had managed to get more than six hours of sleep in a night. She genuinely couldn't remember the last time that had happened.

To celebrate (and to cope with the sudden exhaustion that came with having slept too much), she made her way out to the coffee shop around noon for a very large frappuccino that came in a cup the size of a mop bucket. "...Impressive," she told the barista sincerely.

After drinking this, she might honestly never sleep again, but it was sugary and tasty and she was fine with that.

The Devil's Nest- Sunday

[solo_sword]

Jaina hadn't been a kid living here in the 90's and early 2000's, so it was understandable that she was confused at why there was just so much N'Sync playing at the bar tonight, or why it seemed so important that it was playing.

Though it was kind of great when a little bit of Backstreet Boys got thrown in the mix by accident and Tiny went to have a Talk with the DJ.


[OCD free because I don't trust my attention span today to finish it!]

On the Roof of 63 Serendipity, Sunday afternoon/evening

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi had spent a good part of the afternoon wandering in and out of the empty storefronts along Godiva street, trying to figure out if (a) they were cheap enough for her and Bo, (b) or they could move in without anyone noticing.

Unfortunately, from the listings she was getting off her phone, the answers appeared to be no and no.

The abandoned warehouse district was starting to look good. Or possibly moving into the closet down the hall from Bo's office. Maybe she could get Fosse to be her maid service?

She kept sending Bo texts like, I hear there's a shack out in the woods that doesn't have a landlord? and Really, living next to the bait shop, not a plan.

[ooc: completely open, if also establishy.]