Cafe Fina [Monday Afternoon]

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Hatter hadn't slept very well last night. He wasn't sure whether to blame it on the cold or an uncomfortable mattress or just his own inability to shut his mind down. Nevertheless, he was tired and was actually dozing in his chair right now while the staff puttered around, getting things ready.

TODAY'S SPECIALS
Raspberry Balsamico Herbal Tea
Caramel Chai Rooibos Tea
Fruta Bomba Green Tea

Cafe Fina was open and Hatter was in though his hat was pulled low to hide his dozing.

Luke's, Monday

[vdistinctive]

"Because, man, it's disgusting." Eliot had maybe been avoiding the diner -- and Fandom in general -- for the last week or so to dodge precisely this conversation. "And don't give me that bull about 'the melding of two cultures' again. There are things in this world that should not meld!"

This conversation being an argument about spaghetti tacos.

"What if we made it with Cincinnati style chili?" the cook asked. Eliot stared at him suspiciously.

". . . Okay, maybe."

Today's specials
Cincinnati chili tacos
Sweet potato fries
Malted milkshakes

"Yeah, no, that's still disgusting."

Luke's was open.

Devil's Nest, Monday, 11/17

[bitten_notshy]

It was a rainy gray day, which always made Jack slightly homesick for England. It was perverse,that he missed the bad weather, but Jack had learned to accept it.

The feeling inspired him to research tea-based cocktails. Earl Grey, gin and lavender didn't sound half-bad ...

[OOC: Open club, no OCD!]

The Beach, Monday Evening

[suitably_heroic]

You'd think a weekend spent rooting through ancient Jedi artifacts and giving rides to Twi'lek ex-Jedi would've been enough to knock him out for a couple of days, or at least an evening, but no. Atton was restless, kept feeling restless, and no amount of pacing around his apartment was fixing it.

So instead he took his pacing outside. Again. He wasn't actually sure why, considering all of his experiences with the outside had been terrible lately. Just the space, he guessed, having some room to move - stuff he didn't quite have on Dantooine, even if it was bigger.

Too many eyes watching who knew exactly who he was and what he was doing there. It was enough to throw any guy off, let alone someone with as much crap spooking through his head as Atton did.

So, yeah, he made it to the beach. Eventually. He wasn't gonna stand there and stare, though. He was just... walking. The whole length of it till the end, then back again. That helped. A little.

Stupid restlessness.

[[ open and a little method. ]]