Groovy Tunes, Sunday

[furnaceface]

Jono was feeling pretty okay today. Laid back. The stereo seemed to be behaving itself today... so far... and it was exactly the sort of lazy Sunday that meant that Jono really felt no shame just leaning back in his chair by the counter and putting his feet up.

What? It wasn't like he served food off the bloody thing. People could handle a little 'bikers boot' in the general vicinity of where they paid for their music.

[OOC: Open! OCD-free!]

Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

If anybody could hear gleeful cackling coming from inside the Demon Marcus today, perhaps it would be helpful to know that there was nothing to worry about? Sparkle's orders for affordable winter gear had arrived, and after setting up the mannequins in an arrangement in the front window that showed that not obscenely expensive could be trendy, too, he was having a little fashion show with the rest of the stock, trying on this coat with that scarf, swapping out the occasional winter hat, and just generally having a grand old time playing dress-up while he stocked the racks and shelves.

This jacket and that pair of gloves and those boots and that toque...

He was Canadian. Winter gear was his jam.

But, you know, he'd help you with other kinds of clothing if you needed anything today and didn't mind getting an assist from a punk-looking kid in a bright yellow scarf.

[OOC: Open, OCD-free today!]

Caritas - Sunday

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Inigo arrived early, which was probably just as well.

He didn't want to know what was all over the floor.

He just...didn't.

With a deep sigh, he began to sweep. After another minute, he changed out the broom for a mop.

Really didn't want to know.





[ooc: Feeling reckless, so no OCD.]