Lukes, Monday

[vdistinctive]

Things were nice and peaceful at Luke's today. The staff were all wearing normal clothing and going about their jobs in a professional, courteous manner. The specials were prepped and ready to be prepared with minimal fuss, and nothing was attempting to escape the freezer. Eliot had plenty of time to sit down in the dining room, enjoy a cup of freshly brewed coffee with none of the fancy coffee shop accents people liked to fluff coffee up with these days, and get some over due paperwork done.

It was entirely nerve-wracking.

"Alright," he finally said, storming into the kitchen about an hour and a half into the day. "What the hell are you guys up to now?"

The kitchen staff blinked at him. Then the dishwasher and cook both groaned, while the busboy beamed. "90 minutes!" he said. "Pony up, suckers!"

The dishwasher grumbled something under his breath while he handed the busboy a wad of green. Not money, mind you. A wad of assorted green things. The cook glared at Eliot.

"You couldn't have held out another twenty minutes?"

Eliot rubbed his forehead. "You're all fired."

Today's Specials
Butternut squash burgers
Seasoned vegetable chips
Sweet potato pie

Luke's was open.

Pinkie Pie's Party Palace, Monday afternoon

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie tipped her bright yellow construction hardhat back on her head and wiped her sweaty forelock with her hoof. It'd been a long month and a half of forgetting to post party preparations and perfecting permits, but her party planning paradise was finally nearly ready. She pulled a conveniently placed cord and yanked away the enormous drop cloth covering the old party store to reveal her vision:

The entire facade was now shaped like an enormous pony, with brightly colored shingling to mimic the festive paper layering of a proper pinata. A fiber glass Pinkie statue balanced on its hind hooves greeted customers out front next to the door, arranged so it could be dressed up for any occasion, with room for advertising signage between her front hooves. Inside was a veritable mecca of party supplies: balloons and streamers and plastic cups, plates, and flatware in every possible color and pattern (and a few others besides), with an entire bakery decoration station with all the plastic bobbles and cake toppers you could possibly want. There was a full array of variously sized party cannons in the back -- with a sign informing customers of the age limit on sales of party firearms -- and a consultation office full of binders of even more spectacular party ideas for those who wanted Pinkie's direct expertise on the theme for their next big bash.

You could only glimpse these wonders through the locked front doors now, though, and only by peering around the large banner hung across them:

Pinkie Pie's Party Palace
GRAND OPENING GALA!
Friday, September 23rd
Food, drink, and entertainment for all ages!
Be there or BE A SQUARE

Pinkie was so excited! She could barely contain the urge to vibrate so hard she jackhammered down all her hard work! She settled instead for sproinging around her shop in a circle, singing a happy song to herself while she got started on the finishing touches.

This was going to be the best.

[open!]

Devil's Nest, Monday, 09/19

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was in his last year of law school now -- and between class, interning in a legal aide clinic for immigrants, and visiting Emma whenever he could, he was a bit short on time to spend on the island. He'd left the club in Tiny and the DJ's hands more often lately than he wanted to admit.

So when he realized the bar had been decorated with garlands of tiny toy vampires and werewolves, he had only himself to blame. He found a wastebasket and hurried to take them all down before Eric would have a chance to notice. Fun as it might be to watch Eric eat Tiny, it probably wouldn't be good for business.

[OOC: Open post, open bar. Jack lives!]