Groovy Tunes, Saturday

[furnaceface]

Since Jono wasn't actually teaching this semester, he only felt a little bad about opting to open the music shop today rather than head off to the picnic to scope out the fresh meat. After all, odds were good he'd be at the front of a classroom on the island again come summertime, once he'd rested up some from putting in a semester pulling double teaching duty between the island and the Jean Grey School, for Logan. Still, he figured Hannibal would fill him in if there were any students that he should really know about, figuring that he would at least recognize any of his own students from Westchester. That would have to do, for now.

Anyway, this morning had seen somebody come in and pawn off a big cardboard box of old vinyl, and it was easy enough to get his mind off of possible welcome picnic shenanigans by sorting through the selection and checking the records over for scratches and other damage before pricing them and putting them out for sale.

... After picking through the selection to snatch up what he wanted for his own personal collection first, of course.

[OOC: Open!]

The Atlas Gym, Saturday Afternoon

[future_sandworm]

What use would it be to give someone a knife without teaching him to use it? And Sparkle had asked, after all. Besides, Leto expected it would be a lot of fun, which made it even better.

He had arranged to meet Sparkle at the Atlas gym and had arrived a bit early, practicing some moves by himself to warm up, trying out the selection of knives he had brought for himself. He should do this more often, really, although less for training than to clear his mind. For a while now he had been training Hania, but as Duncan was now himself and had accepted the position of Swordmaster to the Atreides again, he would leave that to him. They would probably enjoy it, no doubt.

This place brought back memories of the Fandom Fight Club. As Leto stopped to pick up another knife, he smiled to himself, thinking back to that while balancing the blade in his hand.

[Leto is here for Sparkle, but the gym is open of course]

Caritas, Saturday Evening

[newroutines]

Mike had been by the picnic for just long enough to have swiped some food. Which he was now snacking on behind the bar while reviewing stock. And wondering whether this was going to be a busy shift, or if he could have a beer or something.

He'd spent Christmas with Jackson and then New Year's largely on his own. He felt like he'd earned some stuff.

But for now, he was content with his school-provided snacks.

[ooc: Open, no ocd!]