Parents' Weekend Brunch, Sunday Morning to Afternoon, The Park

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The sky was clear and the temperature was nice, and the park was once again filled with tables and, hopefully, parents. After all, there was so much brunch food waiting for them, it would be a shame to let it go to waste. There was also a table exclusively for mimosas. Thanks, Frank. Also on that table were cards reading "If You Know How To Banish the Astral Projection of an Elder Demon Clown, See Frank Doyle." It was probably a joke or something. Don't worry about it, just sit back, sip your mimosas, and do what the big glittery banner said.

HEY PARENTS: HAVE SOME FOOD!

Magic Box, Sunday, 10/04

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Anders hadn't gotten any visitors this year, surprise or otherwise, and he was trying to convince himself it was a good thing. Better Karl safe in the Tower than jumping through portals to Maker knew where and possibly dragging a dozen Templars along behind, right?

Right.

The fact he hadn't even heard from Karl in some months was ... well,it was what it was, and it wasn't as though worrying would make a letter appear. He set his jaw firmly and unpacked some fresh shipments of herbs.It was nice to have something useful to do.

[OOC: Open shop, open post.]

Demon Marcus, Sunday

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Sparkle had nobody here this weekend. Of course he didn't. Who the hell would show up? Raine? Sure as hell not Lewis, and that was fine. That was better than fine. Fuck Lewis sideways with a rake anyway.

So, that meant he had nobody to impress, today, right?

Good.

He was going to spend his shift doing super productive things. Like... file his nails. And contemplate which scarf went best with which polish. Scarf season, right? Awesome, right? Ooh, that one had glitter in it.

[OOC: Just coming out of the other end of a pounding headache, so slow and dumb, but here. Hii.]