Atlas Gym, Sunday Morning

[snipsnspecks]

Between one thing and another, Ahsoka hadn't really gotten round to putting the new lightsabers she'd built through their paces, or even taking a decent look at them...and she had enough self-awareness to realise she was bordering on actively putting it off, and she had to change that.

Besides after that fire drill, she needed the stress relief before she decided to mess with Anakin's hair goop.

So today (in the same grand tradition that be best way down from a height when you couldn't see the bottom was to jump) she'd gotten up early, retrieved her sabers, clipped them to her belt (deliberately, this time) and strode into the gym (with enough determination for one staff member to yell at another 'get out the sign') to practice.

Not that she'd actually lit them yet. Instead turning the hilts over in her hands to find the balance. The shoto was easy enough, being, you know, short, but the other, she wasn't sure she'd seen a hilt as long (longer) as her forearm before, at least not for a single blade.

...and she was still stalling. The design was unfamiliar, but they felt right, whichever hand they were in, however she was holding them. Sighing and flipping them into a regular grip, she braced herself and thumbed the switches.

With a familiar hum, another thing Ahsoka hadn't realised how much she'd missed, a pair of brilliant, pure white blades leapt into being. She stared at them, brow-markings slightly furrowed. "Huh."

[Open gym, open post.]

Covent Garden Flowers, Monday

[2_old_for_this]

Peter had been trying to take things more slowly, assimilating and extrapolating on the magic he'd already rediscovered; as a result, he was more centered and calm, almost cheerful.

At least except for trying to figure out this one flower supplier's web site. Just when he thought he was getting the hang of the internet, they came out with this monstrosity. All he wanted to do was order some flowers!

Oh, well.

The flower shop was open, Peter was in, and he'd love either help or a distraction!


[Open post! No OCD.]

Luke's, Monday

[vdistinctive]

The kitchen staff stood as a united front behind the lunch counter, arms folded over their chests.

"We want the day off," the dishwasher said. "In appreciation of our labors."

"For Labor Day." Eliot nodded slowly. "Alright, that's fair. You guys work all year -- sometimes even work hard -- you deserve a holiday. Most folks've lost sight of what this day was created to celebrate. Sure."

The kitchen staff exchanged glances. This was not a response they were prepared for. "Th-thank you," the busboy said.

"You're welcome. What're you plannin' to do, then? Union barbecue? See some parades?"

"We're going shopping," the cook said. "Everyone is having a sale today."

Eliot smirked and shook his head. "Yeah. Get back to work."

Today's specials
Sweet cola ribs
Green bean and potato salad
Orange meringue pie

Luke's was open and ocd free.