Demon Marcus, Monday

[that_oldsaying]

The last few days had been really confusing, so yesterday she'd hid in her and Mabel's room (which was not much different from most other days, to be entirely fair) and spent it showing her old toys her new room and promising that she'd find her bunny, somewhere, so they knew she hadn't gotten rid of it.

(Her toys always got upset when one of the family disappeared.)

Today she wandered into work, because she was pretty sure she was supposed to, and playing dress up was better than worrying more about her toys--

And found all her missing toys cuddled up on the counter.

Alluka squealed and bounced over to them.

"There you all are!" she said, scooping all of them up in a hug and kissing their faces. "You left the park! How did you do that? Are you okay?"

They all assured her that they were okay and wanted to know if she was.

She blinked at them. "Why, why wouldn't I be okay?"

They agreed with her, so all was well.

Alluka pulled out one of her toys from home, this one a doll with far too many arms and three eyes. "Now," she said, "I got to bring a lot of friends from home, so when we go home tonight, you're going to meet a whole bunch of new friends. But for now, everyone, please meet Missy!"

Demon Marcus is Open!

Junk Yard, Monday Afternoon

[boneyard_girl]

It was warm-ish out, or warm-er, and Ada had the itch under her skin to get outside and away from the walls that closed everything in, and, to be honest, she'd been jumpy ever since she'd heard about that girl getting snatched right off the island from the radio.

It tore at scabs too new, too uncomfortable, and those were dark currents in her mind that Ada didn't want to drown in.

But Tali had mentioned a scrap yard ages ago, and so here Ada was, climbing around on things with a tote-bag filled with tools over her shoulder and looking for anything interesting. Because, well, carnie. And she'd probably feel better once she had some grease under her nails.

[OOC: Open! Come play with the scavenger!]

Luke's, Monday

[vdistinctive]

Eliot had always been in incredible shape. His job required it, and frankly he enjoyed the exercise. One of the ways he stayed that way was by taking care of his body, from icing his fists after fights to his regular appointments with a massage therapist on the mainland.

So when, this morning on a routine run around the island, his right knee twinged in a way it never had before -- even after that time it'd been broken by Malaysian crime lord with a crowbar -- he felt rather justified in being pissed. Especially after calling his doctor about it and getting "what do you expect? You're getting old" as a response.

"Do you smell -- camphor?" the cook asked as they got the diner ready for what in Fandom passed as the lunch rush.

"I was going to say menthol," the busboy said.

Okay. So maybe Eliot coating his entire knee in Tiger Balm was a little bit excessive.

Today's specials
Marrakech lamb with tahini squash gratin
Whole roasted cauliflower with red wine, shallots and wheatberries
Challah grapefruit french toast

Luke's was open. And aromatic.

Fandom Post Office, Monday

[hexentotchen.livejournal.com]

Hanna was listening to her playlist while sorting mail today; late Easter packages and cards were being put into the rushing part of the system.

Songlist: SPRING.

Caritas, Monday night

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi's Easter had been spent in a chocolate frenzy, so she was kind of still on a roll with the drinks.

SPECIALS
Blind Russian
Milky Way Martini
Naughty Angel

Caritas was open.

The Park, Monday Afternoon

[crimson_sister]

After class, Lucille had gone for a long walk, roaming the streets of the town for a while before ending up in the park. She stopped at the pond, where the ducks and the flamingos were enjoying the spring weather, the latter eyeing her suspiciously while some for the former approached her cautiously, expecting to be fed.

"Silly creatures," Lucille said quietly to herself. "Trusting me to feed them." She tilted her head, smiling coldly at the birds. "Should I feed you poisoned breadcrumbs, perhaps? Or lure you close enough to grab one of you and take you home to make a fine dinner. Don't worry, I will do neither, but I also don't care enough whether you live or die to feed you." She addressed the ducks with a soft, gentle voice, but even in Fandom she didn't expect the birds to understand. Eventually they realized that she would not offer them anything tasty, and wandered back to the pond. Lucille stayed for a while, watching them swim back and forth in the pond, unaware of dangers.

[Very open park, obviously, and very welcome to interrupt Lucille.]