wonkas; saturday

[flickofthewrist]

At this point, Flick was just passing time until his tenure on the island was up. It was getting closer and closer each day. He found that he wasn't all that worried about it anymore. There were fears and uncertainties but weren't there always? He'd deal with them.

He came in and opened the place up, stocking candy before grabbing a chocolate bar for breakfast. He sold a few sour candies to a rickshaw driver and let one of the baristas stand around and flirt with him for awhile.

Productive day so far.

[Open!]

The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani was looking a little worse for wear today. She was covered in scrapes and scratches, and she was limping on a bandaged ankle. What was even more telling was that Bold, the most dignified horse in her stable, kept his head down and refused to look Dani in the eye as she limped towards his stall.

"Really, you don't have to be so embarrassed. It's not the first time I've been thrown by a startled horse, and it probably won't be the last time," said Dani as she opened the stall door and led a subdued Bold to the paddock. "And everyone gets jumpy when a gremlin suddenly pops up out of nowhere. Throw in the teal deer and I can't blame you for getting spooked. But running all the way back to the barn and leaving me to find my way back on a sprained ankle? That's something I'm never going to let you forget. Enjoy the paddock, because it's going to be a while before we go riding again."

Groovy Tunes en route to Hannibal's Place, Saturday Morning

[furnaceface]

Jono's brow furrowed a little bit as he tried again to put the key into the keyhole so that he could open up the Groovy Tunes for the day. It wasn't like this wasn't something he had done a thousand times before, but today he was just having difficulties, apparently. He'd fumble, or he'd miss entirely, as though his hands had no business being there at all.

Which, apparently, they didn't. At least, not after the whump sound and the clattering of keys on cobblestones that, a few moments later, saw a tiny orange venomous snake peering out, disgruntled, from under the heap of leather that was left on the ground where Jono had been standing a moment before.

Being a snake, he couldn't exactly vocalize how cranky he was at the thought of leaving his clothing in a pile in front of his shop, really. His jacket was still back at Hannibal's today because it was still so bloody hot, but those were some quality leather trousers. And his shoes! Hell, his wallet was in that pocket, and his keys... were right there, on the ground.

His keys, at least, he could do something about.

And that was how the tiny orange snake wound up attempting to haul a keyring up Unicorn, along Loon, and then down Griffin Way, looking more and more irritated every time he came to a staircase. And how Groovy Tunes didn't get opened at all today, though there was plenty of black leather (complete with a wallet, several guitar picks, shoes, socks, and one pair of the world's most boring grey boxer briefs) sitting on the ground just outside the front door.

Days like today, Jonothon hated this place.

[OOC: Gonna be an AFK sort of weekend, but I figured I might as well have fun with it! Open for gawking at the teeny-weeny venomous snake or modding the clothing pile or stealing Jono's wallet or whatever, I guess?]

The Beach, Saturday Morning

[rhymeswithtable.livejournal.com]

It was not a bad day to be Mabel. She had been taking Waddles out for a walk along the beach today to look for shiny sea glass when she had blinked, sneezed, and suddenly realized that she was less girl-shaped and more magpie shaped than usual. Waddles had looked at her strangely, but only for a moment, before deciding that Mabel was Mabel no matter what shape she was and continuing on his way.

And really, it wasn't like Mabel was going to let a little thing like being a bird stop her from collecting every sparkly thing she could find! Why, if anything, this meant she had a much better eye for it! Waddles could carry that old coffee cup Mabel just found in his mouth - hold this, Waddles - and then Mabel could fill it up with all the shinies!

By the end of the morning, there was a fantastic collection growing in that cup, consisting of several pieces of sea glass, a broken seashell, three shiny pennies, a bottlecap, a tiny pink pebble, two stick-on fake fingernails with glittery nail polish on them, and a puffy sticker in the shape of a dachshund sitting in a hot dog bun with the back completely encrusted in sand.

So... pretty much the same stuff Mabel would have picked up even if she wasn't bird-shaped.

This was the best day ever.

[OOC: There. Now I can vanish for a while. Open beach! Feel free to stare at the bird and her pig as they go about their business!]

Caritas, Saturday Evening

[newroutines]

Mike's good mood had not dimmed any over the week. Not even a little bit. So there was a happy guy behind the bar at Caritas tonight.

Also one that was a little more sour.

Cheer up, Tino.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
Money Shot
Run For Your Money
The Business

... Yes, maybe Mike had something on his mind this week. Yes.

[ooc: Open, no OCD!]