The Park, Sunday Morning

[shapethecentury]

This morning, Bucky had woken up feeling off, somehow. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, and in another way he felt like maybe he shouldn't even try to. Seemed like bad news. If he ignored it, it might go away.

Sure. That was smart.

It was still pretty early, in particular for a Sunday, but he was taking a walk. Just a long walk across town, trying to get his head back on straight. He wasn't sure it was helping – Fandom wasn't exactly Brooklyn, now was it? But he was doing his best. And he was making his way across the park.

Until he stopped. "Well I'll be damned."

Flamingos. He wasn't sure why he was so surprised, and he knew even less about why it made him crack a damn smile. But he definitely knew that he now wished he'd had something on him to feed them with. Figured he was going to be standing here watching them for a while.

(open! whether you want to talk to Buck or just do other park things)

Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan had managed to leave the dog behind in the apartment today for his shift at Luke's by sneaking out while the puppy was sleeping, and had made do with coffee from the Perk again this morning because Obi-Wan had made him more than a little paranoid about what the contents of the caf Hondo sold him might actually be. So, with those two things in mind, he'd more or less broken even on the morning in general.

Except for how half the staff were now giving him a hard time for not bringing the puppy along.

"Oh, come on, guys. We serve food here!"

Today's Specials:
Reuben Dog
Salted Dark Chocolate Almond Bark
Puppy Cupcakes
And free dog treats to all doggy visitors today!

Kanan just sighed and shook his head as he got to work, but he was fairly certain the staff was giving him dirty looks whenever his back was turned.

[OOC: Open!]

Magic Box, Sunday, 08/07

[not_every_mage]

When he let himself into the shop, Anders was greeted by a familiar rumble of a purr and a black-and-white tuxedo cat twining around his ankles.

Familiar, that is, except for the fact he'd had to leave his beloved Lachlan behind at Circle Tower. He looked at the cat, confused. All of its markings were identical to Lachlan's, down to a tiny notch in one ear he'd acquired on some midnight escape from the dorms.

"You aren't supposed to be here," Anders observed.

If cats could shrug, Lachlan would have shrugged. He twined around Anders's legs a few more times and presented his chin for a good scratch -- which Anders crouched down to provide. Maybe Lachlan had found his way home against all odds. Maybe this was just a look-alike. Either way, he had some catnip under the counter and no one to give it to.

{OOC: Open shop, post!]

Stark Industries- Sunday

[thatwaslucky]

Rey had spent most of her day trying to get rainbow dust out of people's devices. Which meant that by now, she herself was covered in it.

Don't acknowledge it, and you got to live.

[Open!]

Community Center Class: International Cuisine, Monday evening

[sharp_as_knives]

"Good evening." Hannibal was meeting them on this side of the portal again, and gave the introduction before they stepped through. "Tonight we will be visiting Italy. Italian cuisine is rather eclectic, and a bit of a misnomer - different areas of the country have quite different cuisines, due to their varying climates and influences. We will be going to Milan, the capital of the Lombardy region in the north, to a restaurant called Nabucco. It serves mostly traditional Milanese foods, with a bit of experimenting as well - I understand their ricotta-stuffed pumpkin flowers are not to be missed.

"The predominant language is Italian, and if you need help, feel free to ask me, but due to a constant influx of tourists, many people may speak some English as well."

He waved them through onto an early evening street, where the restaurant had tables both inside and out.

"Please, enjoy."