Demon Marcus, Monday

[that_oldsaying]

Mr. Bubbles had decided to accompany her, which was probably for the best, since he was one of her calmer, more comforting toys, and Alluka had a terrible headache today.

She did what she was supposed to, to open the store, and then she curled up at the counter and moped and hoped she felt better soon. It seemed like a terrible waste of fun to not feel up to playing with all of the clothes.

Mr. Bubbles put up with being hugged rather too tightly and she loved him a lot for that too.

Demon Marcus is Open.

Various rooftops around town, Monday afternoon

[soniaroadsqueen]

The influx of newbies, along with the slightly cooling temperatures now that August was at an end, really seemed to have boosted Ringo's energy. Sunday she'd went for a really aggressive ride in the warehouse district, and today she was practically itching for another long day of AirTrek.

So the rooftops of Fandom were filled with the high-pitched whine of AirTrek motors, and the whooping laughter of a teenaged girl flinging herself from rooftop to rooftop in a series of insane twists and flips. Her hair, in its usual pigtails, flew behind her like a pair of streamers in the wind.

Every so often she'd drop to street level, skip down some steps or slid up a rail, and then leap back up to the rooftops.

What a beautiful day.

[ooc: Open if anyone wants to catch her either on the ground or on the rooftops.]

The Arms Hotel, Monday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Mary had been sad to miss the picnic on Monday, but her player had worked a double shift she had gone into cleaning mode over the weekend. Once she got started, she didn't stop until she had cleaned ALL the things. And the hotel was full of things that needed to be cleaned. But now she was relaxing behind the front desk, which was currently covered with stacks of freshly-cleaned and folded towels and sheets. All the surfaces in the lobby were gleaming, the light fixtures were sparkling, and even Gunther's chef's jacket and toque were a bright white as he came out of the kitchen with a fresh pot of coffee. All was right in Mary's world today... until Gunther spilled the coffee. With a sigh, Mary got to work cleaning up the spilled coffee.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Specials:
Citrus Salad with Fennel Vinaigrette
Mushroom Crepes With Poblano Chile Sauce
Fruity Berry Tarts With Vanilla Cashew Cream

[Hotel info since it's been a while. Rooms still available if any newbies haven't finalized living arrangements.]

The Perk, Monday Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

Class was over with, and with it, the week or so of hiding out in the apartment that Atton'd been doing. It'd been nice, for as long as it lasted, but getting out of the house that morning had felt better than he'd anticipated.

So instead of heading home after class, he took a detour past the Perk. He ordered something caramelly and sweet at the counter - once again swearing the barista to secrecy about the drink's contents - and then set up shop at the edge, waiting for his drink to be finished.

"So how much longer until you guys hit the Pumpkin Spice again?"

Sigh.

[[ open! ]]

Luke's, Monday

[vdistinctive]

So. Not only had Eliot seen an entire rickshaw full of rowdy, boozy squirrels joyriding through town to the causeway yesterday, there also wasn't any radio broadcast this morning. He tried checking the website the archived that broadcasts in podcast version, but there were no updates there, either. The diner staff had all sorts of conspiracy theories cooked up.

"I heard there's a new teacher with a dog's head," the dishwasher said. "And he chased them off."

"Well, I heard they've gone on strike," said the busboy. "They're demanding higher quality booze."

"It's the slow death of the traditional news media," one of the servers declared.

"You're all wrong," the cook said firmly. "They've gone on a semester long road trip vacation across America." He gestured to the gathered gossiping staff with a greasy spatula. "To hunt for aliens!"

"There are literally already plenty of aliens on this island." Eliot snatched the spatula from the cook with a glare. "And whatever the squirrels are up to ain't none of our business. Now. We gonna actually work today, or are we going to gossip?"

The staff all stood and stared at him plaintively. Eliot rubbed his forehead.

"What?"

". . . Without the squirrels, this is the only way to spread the island news," said the busboy.

"Back," Eliot said. "To. Work."

Today's specials
Parmesan buffalo burgers with balsamic ketchup
Curly fries
Banana splits
First one's on us. New students get one meal free!

Luke's was open.