The Perk, Sunday Morning

[wrongkindofsith]

The woman in the Perk wearing only a singlet and shorts had no memory, no name, and no money (but that was okay because the staff didn't remember if they were supposed to charge or not), and she'd woken up on a park bench this morning.

This had actually been a step up from yesterday morning, as she actually remembered going to sleep there, as opposed to waking up on an unfamiliar couch in an unfamiliar apartment with no memory of how you got there and discovering on closer inspection that the apartment belonged to some kind of deeply depraved (yet thankfully absent) person. There had been a catsuit hanging in the bathroom and a harness with two-...no she wasn't even going to think about those.

Needless to say, she'd made the fastest exit possible.

[ooc: open!]

Cafe Fina [Monday Afternoon]

[teashopconman.livejournal.com]

For the most part, the weekend hadn't been terrible. Sure, he'd completely forgotten who he was and where he was and what he was but he hadn't done anything that he regretted today.

Well, except for one or two things. He couldn't, for the life of him, locate his hat. He knew the him that was around during the past weekend hadn't really been fond of the hat and the jacket but he couldn't remember if he'd tossed them out or hidden them. So, he was stuck without a hat, without a jacket, and with well groomed hair that hadn't been artfully mussed yet.

The staff didn't know what to think when he came downstairs to the restaurant. He told them to have their fun, get their laughter out which they did. Quite loudly and with very much animation. Once they were done, Hatter took a seat and tried not to feel naked without his damn hat.

TODAY'S SPECIALS
Pumpkin Spice Brulee Oolong Tea
Chocolate Chai Black Tea
Coco Caramel Sea Salt Herbal Tea

Cafe Fina was open and the owner was looking...rather different. For him, at least. He kept trying to mess up his hair and it kept falling right back into place. He really needed to find his hat.

Luke's, Monday

[vdistinctive]

Eliot had been out of town on a job ("the Robert Louis Stevenson Job", as Hardison decided to call it) for the last few weeks, and had spent most of the morning catching up on the island radio. He was very, very glad, for both himself and the other residents of the island, that he hadn't been around the weekend. Lord only knew what kind of damage a guy like him could do when he didn't even know he could do it.

In the kitchen, the cook and the dishwasher were pretending they still didn't know who Eliot was. Eliot was in the middle of a brief (about two sentences, in fact) lecture on growing the hell up when the busboy came in, looked at Eliot, and said "Holy shit, you still work here?"

Right, then.

Today's specials
Pumpkin chili
End of summer corn salad
Old fashioned fudge
Now hiring!

Luke's was open.

Devil's Nest, Monday, 09/08

[bitten_notshy]

Jack had spent the weekend holed up in his room studying and had completely missed the insanity in what he was going to consider one of the island's rare blessings. But he listened to radio, all the same -- it was always funny when other people were miserable.

Meanwhile, Tiny had shaved half his head and dyed the other half pink. He mumbled something about an identity crisis when Jack raised an inquisitive eyebrow his way, and then jammed a ballcap down over his head and refused to say any more.

Jack chuckled to himself again and went back to polishing glasses.

[OOC: Open bar, no OCD!]

The Jail, Monday morning

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

SO EMBARRASSING. God, don't even talk to Kenzi.

"I want my lawyer. And a shrink!" And thank God she'd dumped the stolen card as soon as she'd gotten that hotel room for herself.

... "I can post bail! With my own money!"

The stormtroopers remembered how the coffee machine worked now. Yay for them.

Hmm. Sucking up couldn't hurt. So Kenzi sent Nick a pizza, with the note:
WELL-PLAYED, SIR. TELL THE GOAT NO HARD FEELINGS?

Then ordered one for herself to be delivered to jail past the stormtroopers, who were still ignoring her.

Caritas, Monday evening

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

COME, DRINK AWAY THE MEMORIES YOU JUST GOT BACK
Or possibly just soothe the existential ache

Kenzi was outta jail - thank everything and everyone who offered to post bail, you're awesome, and was behind the bar again.

Tino was not saying what he'd done that weekend. That made two of them.

The Perk, Monday Morning

[whenshewasnice]

Well, that had certainly been... a weekend on Fandom. Natalie wasn't sure what to make of it. Mostly it seemed to just be making her feel a little sad in the vaguest way. Homesick for something she couldn't get back to.

She'd already booked a portal back to Brazil, but was hanging around until then. She had a big cup of black coffee, a muffin, and a phone full of emails she should have gotten back to at least a day or two ago. So, business as usual. She could drown her feelings in her work and some caffeine.

[ooc: Open!]