Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle was met with an odd sight when he made his way into Demon Marcus on Sunday morning. Quails. Here and there, throughout the store, there were teeny tiny quails making themselves at home in folded garments, up on shelves. One was perched on the cash register, feathers fluffed in contentment, having herself a nap.

Sparkle blinked. And then he shrugged and settled in behind the counter to watch them run around and peck at the floor and all sorts of other quaily things.

Damn, they were cute. Knowing this place, they'd probably be gone by the time he came back next week, but for the time being? D'aww.

[OOC: I'M EXCITED OKAY. Open, though I'm going to be gone for a couple of hours in pursuit of birbs most fowl.]

Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

"... What?"

The staff at Luke's was looking strangely at Kanan, today. No, they wouldn't tell him why. They just were. Every now and again one would lean over and whisper into the ear of another, casting glances at Kanan as they did so that were meant to be subtle. Or not subtle at all in that way that looked like they were trying to be subtle. Kanan wasn't completely certain.

He was, however, starting to feel paranoid.

Today's Specials:
Cumin-Scented Beef Kebabs
Corn on the Cob with Mint Feta Butter
Lemon Ice Cream Sandwiches with Blueberry Swirl


"What??"

[OOC: OCD-free today! But open!]

The Onsen, Sunday Afternoon

[soniaroadsqueen]

After Ringo's sparring match with Dante on Friday, Ringo had spent most of Saturday resting, which meant she was feeling a lot better by Sunday. But that wasn't the same thing as feeling a hundred percent. It had been, well, a long time since she'd fully mounted the Thorn Road, and her body had forgotten the joint pain that it left her with.

So clearly today was a day for soaking in hot water. Her arms and legs criss-crossed with the faint, but angry red lines of partially-healed slashes from the Thorn Regalia. She also had a couple of pretty lurid looking bruises from the couple of blows Dante had landed. Even holding back, he could hit pretty hard.

She'd hurt herself worse (considerable worse) just doing AT rides around town, as at her usual speeds falls could be nasty, but this was the first time in, well, years that Ringo had ended up looking like this after a duel or spar or whatever. She was trying not to dwell on her frustration and just focus on immersing herself in hot water and leaning her head back, closing her eyes, and trying to let the tension wash out of her.

[ooc: Open!]