Luke's, Monday

[vdistinctive]

Eliot had a complicated relationship with Memorial Day. Especially when it started with both Vance and Shelley calling to wish him a happy one. With Shelley Eliot had long since learned to just tune him out when he got all "God bless America I'm married to my country" on him, but Vance always tried to turn things into a recruitment drive. As much fun as he and Vance had disrupting Pakistan's nuclear weapons program a few years ago, there was no way Eliot could handle working for the guy full time again.

Besides, he already had a job. Several, in fact.

So Luke's was not decorated in red, white, and blue bunting, today (though you could still see some tufts of the stuff still taped to the walls). Nor were the specials particularly festive (well, other than being picnic/cookout staples, anyway). There were a few fliers posted about veterans' assistance funds, but otherwise, it was a normal day at Luke's.

"Happy Mem--"

"You shut your goddamn mouth, Cookie!"

See? Totally normal.

Today's specials
Top-your-own grass-fed all beef patty burger
Season-your-own kettle cooked potato chips
Build-your-own sundae

Luke's was open.

The Park, Monday Late Morning

[suitably_heroic]

In previous years, Atton had let this whole 'Memorial Day' holiday pass him by; he'd been focused on his cover, and on keeping the past firmly under wraps, not trotting it out so he could stare at his own navel over somebody else's holiday.

This year was different, and not just because he'd woken up in a cold sweat this morning as the Mandalorian Wars poured back into his brain. The first thing to come up on the television that morning had been Memorial Day-related, which had further worsened his already maudlin mood, and by the time his class was over, he was in a thoroughly melancholy headspace.

He went for a stroll around town, but the aimless of it got to him. Eventually, he settled down on a bench in the park with a pack of pazaak cards-- largely as a visual aide, because he could play in his head just fine-- and a sandwich. He looked up only occasionally, to glare at whatever duck or flamingo had the balls to come in close.

His thoughts kept wandering back to the past, in spite of his better efforts. Probably best just to sit here and soak in it for a while, get it out of his system.

[[ open! ]]

The beach- Monday afternoon

[throughaphase]

Kitty had nothing to do today. She'd given herself the day off. So after radio, she'd gone home to get her stuff, and then camped herself out on the beach in her bathing suit to lay out for a while with a book to read and some great weather to enjoy.

Seriously, today was great.

[Open!]

Devil's Nest, Monday, 05/25

[bitten_notshy]

There were workmen in the club today to replace the dance floor. Or at least, that was what they were being paid to do; from the noise level and the way Jack kept finding construction tools in odd places, he wasn't sure what they would have accomplished by the time they finished. He stayed at the bar for most of his shift,the better to keep an eye on the workmen.

[Open post, open nightclub! I have memorial day plans later so mod the club for speedy service.]

Caritas, Monday evening

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Canada's Remembrance Day was in November, but hey, if someone wanted to get their remembrance drink on, Kenzi wasn't going to stop them.

SPECIALS
Cold Beer
Warm Cider
Bitter Whiskey

[ooc: open & ocd-free]