Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle still wasn't over being turned into a kid the other weekend. It seemed like such a little thing, and he hadn't come to any harm or anything, but he hated - hated - being vulnerable like that, and having those vulnerabilities bared to the whole damn world.

So today he was working on winter displays. Bright and colourful ones. He was making it a personal challenge, trying to see how many colours of the rainbow he could work into each mannequin's wardrobe while still having them look good, and he was finding that he was having good luck with purples and oranges together, and hot pinks with lime greens. Because if you were going to be going outside in the wintertime, you better be good and blinding, apparently. The roads were going to be slick! Nobody wants to be hit by a skidding rickshaw!

These arguments worked better in places with actual traffic, maybe. Ah well.

[OOC: Open, OCD-free!]

Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan was reasonably certain that he'd missed some kind of holiday a few days back. Again. He seemed to have a knack for that sort of thing. This week he came in to the staff putting away pieces of paper with their hands traced onto them, decorated to look like some kind of fat bird and colored crudely with crayons.

And poultry. So much poultry.

He'd quickly been informed that the poultry in question wasn't chicken, and was, in fact, turkey. Which was traditional. And that this marked the beginning of a proud tradition of eating nothing but turkey for roughly the next month.

Today's Specials:
Anything, so long as there's turkey in it.

"What a weird karking holiday."

Luke's was open. Kanan was perplexed. Water was still wet.

[OOC: Open, and OCD free here, too!]