Groovy Tunes, Saturday

[furnaceface]

It had been one of those weeks. The sort that went on forever while at the same time rushing by in a blur, and between assassination attempts and actually having Warren's back on something for several days straight, Jono was welcoming his day at the Groovy Tunes with open arms. Paperwork? Wonderful stuff, wasn't it? It involved attempted murder in absolutely zero sense of the word, and that was something that he could get behind today.

The music was actually playing at an acceptable level and everything. Jonothon would have been down at the school grounds, but he had faith that Karla could go and stand awkwardly at the picnic without getting herself killed for one afternoon.

Probably.

[OOC: Open, OCD-free!]

The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[gunslingerpose]

There was something going on down at the school today? What, new students? Great. Nikolai never really had any reason to go down that way anyway, not unless there was something actively trying to kill everyone on the island and it was important to hit the books. But even so, days like today he was happy to have an excuse to steer clear. Sit at his desk. Make some calls back to L.A.. Try to smooth things over with his boss at the agency by explaining for the hundredth time that he could do most of his job over the phone anyway, he needed more time out here, yeah, yeah, there was a specialist he was seeing for that thing he picked up in Greece and everything.

He didn't like lying to the guy, but he was still working out a routine, figuring out how he was going to play the role of the Gorgon back home without anyone catching on to the whole 'Nick started wearing dark shades around the same time an optic-themed hero started crawling out of the woodwork.' That sort of thing.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Jellybean Soup
Wasabi Soda
Liver & Onion Ice Cream

Yeah, Nick was too busy on the phone today to pay any attention to what Gunther was doing with the menu today.

Sorry 'bout that.

[OOC: Open! Also OCD-Free!]

Luke's, Saturday

[vdistinctive]

"What the hell happened to you?" the cook asked, staring at Eliot as he checked over the stock in the walk-in cooler. "We haven't seen you in ages."

Eliot stared back. He had a bandage across the bridge of his nose and two of his fingers were taped together. "Military coup."

"There's been a military coup?!" asked the busboy. "Did England try to take us back under the matriarchy?!"

Eliot narrowed his eyes at him. ". . . Yes."

The busboy shrieked and rushed out. Eliot turned back to the cook. The cook shrugged.

"Maybe in his world, they did."

Today's specials
Bangers and mash
Mushy peas
Treacle pudding

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Most shifts available

Luke's was open.