Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle was just kicking his feet as he sat behind the counter at Demon Marcus today. He had a YouTube playlist going, playing some random user's best of the Tragically Hip selections, feeling alone and kind of apart from the rest of the world today. He hadn't learned about the farewell concert until it was too late, and that was exactly the sort of thing that he would have been right in the thick of last night, getting lost in some crowd at a bar or sneaking into the CNE or the Distillery District or...

Look, it was just that there was nothing quite like finding out you spent another night alone as a fugitive in self-imposed exile in America while an entire country came together to say goodbye to a national icon back home that...

He huffed out a sigh and rested his head on the counter. He'd been feeling off ever since being grabbed on Coruscant, and things were too damn quiet with Atton away no matter what had gone on, and so help him, for a guy who had never really had a place he could call home, he'd been feeling what he could only describe as homesick lately. He'd always been one sort of alone or another, but this was different. It was a kind of bone-deep tired alone that made it hard to breathe whenever he acknowledged it.

Maybe that's why he'd been spending so much time trying to do anything but exactly that.

If anybody came into the shop today and Sparkle wasn't at the counter at the time, he was just in the back room. Doing inventory or placing orders or trying to find stuff to restock or... something.

It takes all your power
To prove that you don't care...

[OOC: OCD free, and open post is open.]

Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan was ignoring the staff today at Luke's. It seemed like the sanest way to get through the day, given their penchant for... well...

'Existing' was an unfair choice of words in a sentence like that, wasn't it? It wasn't that he hated his coworkers. It was just that they could be exhausting in new and exciting ways, and this morning had started with a teasing and mostly harmless statement from the busboy about Kanan's intergalactic vernacular that Kanan was choosing to hold a grudge about.

The ignoring only lasted about an hour, and then the busboy, kind of timidly, slid a cup of what looked like strong black coffee in Kanan's direction as a peace offering. Kanan glowered at it, and then at the busboy, and then grudgingly reached to take the cup.

Today's Specials:
Chicken Surprise
Feta Surprise
Rhubarb Surprise Pie

"Wait, where the frack did you get your hands on caf?"

The busboy shrugged.

"My father's brother's nephew's cousin's former roommate knows a guy."

And then he wandered off again, leaving Kanan blinking after him.

[OOC: Eh, OCD-free here today too. I'm feeling lazy today.]

Covent Garden Flowers, Sunday

[2_old_for_this]

Another night, another session of dragging himself through memories of Hell to dredge up more of his magic.

Peter was at the flower shop today, determinedly arranging flowers as a way of not thinking too hard about it anymore. If occasionally he had to stop, breathe deeply, and let the magic flow out and in again, at least he was learning to control it better.

And he was getting some...interestingly shaped flowers out of it, too.


[Open post! No OCD.]