The Parking Lot, Sunday Morning

[rebelseekspizza]

Usually, Dante didn't do being up this early. Especially not on a Sunday, when 'early' was anything before noon. Today - this weekend - was different. He was restless, couldn't sleep, needed to get out.

So he got out.

It'd been too long since he last gave the bike some love, anyway. Washing it with water might be a bad idea, but cleaning off grime and water and flecks of ice with a cloth? He could do that. "Maybe you and me should head out on a ride soon, huh," he said quietly. To the bike.

Sometimes being alone was nice.

[[ open! ]]

Groovy Tunes, Sunday

[that_oldsaying]

After talking to Dante, Alluka eventually made it into work.

Kathy being around, despite Alluka's urge to cling, was no reason to not come in. Alluka was getting better at that sort of thing these days. Remembering when she had things to do. She'd just have to see if she could see Kathy again before she left.

Once there, she got the shop open properly…

And then spent some time fixing her hair. She loved AirTrek and going fast around the island but unless she had her hair back in braids or something it invariably became a tangled mess. Which was not very fun at all.

"Do you think someone out there has magic that keeps hair from getting tangled?" she asked her bunny.

Her bunny wasn't sure, but thought probably. There was an awful lot of 'out there' to cover. Someone likely could do that.

"Maybe the store will have something," Alluka mused. "Want to go shopping after work?"

Groovy Tunes is Open!

Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan had been contemplating blowing off work today. After all, if 'having your dead Master come to visit for a couple of days' wasn't a valid reason to not come in to work, he really didn't know what was. But Master Billaba had insisted, pointing out that in taking this job, he'd made a commitment to be here. And also because she wanted to see what he did with himself these days.

So, there was an extra person at Luke's today, sitting back and looking mostly amused while Kanan navigated the diner, and occasionally raising an eyebrow at the busboy as he speculated about what sort of relationship the two of them might have had.

Welcome to Luke's!
Two Eat for the Price of One, Today!

If by the end of the day the busboy was starting to wonder who kept throwing wadded-up napkins at the back of his head when there was never anybody behind him who possibly could, well, nobody was going to admit to that, okay?

[OOC: Open!]

The Perk, Late Sunday Morning

[wefindintheashes]

Well, Goodnight would be remiss as to not treat his companion to breakfast before he... left again. Which was something creeping up that Goody would very much care to pretend wasn't happening.

They were both outside, sitting close to avoid the mild chill in the air and sharing both a cigarette and some drink that was far too sweet and complicated for it's own good.

But it was going to be drunk by one of them because it had been paid for, damn it.

[Open, of course!]

Fast Eddie's Bowling Alley, Sunday afternoon

[sharp_as_knives]

They were at the bowling alley. They were at the bowling alley entirely because Hannibal's guest and his husband loved trolling him

Hannibal was still not wearing those ugly shoes. Or eating the pile of grease they called food.

Hannibal was mostly sitting and looking long-suffering, since that seemed to be what he was here for.


[Open post! Come and bowl or whatever!]

Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle had listened to the radio this morning. He'd listened to the radio and he'd spent a good twenty minutes either laughing or crying, he wasn't completely certain which it was, but whichever it was, he'd been left grinning and aching and exhausted when he was done, so he'd basically just let autopilot take over and he'd made his way to work.

So... now he was at work. And there was a new shipment of scarves in, the big fluffy warm kind that was perfect for way-too-cold weather, and if he was going to take all day just unpacking those and tagging them for sale, well, so what?

God, his head hurt. His head hurt and this island was... what this island was. So good on it for that, he supposed.

{OOC: Open, sans the OCD, because lazy.]

The Park, Sunday Afternoon

[smilestopscars]

Ezra did not enjoy the way he'd felt compelled to come back to Fandom. It was generally not a good thing when he felt a compulsion to do anything that wasn't his carefully cultivated selection of pastimes. So, even if he didn't really feel the pull anymore since he'd shown up on the island, he was wary.

He'd also spent last night in the preserve. In fox form, naturally. It was a comfort thing, though one he wouldn't admit to because it wasn't in his nature to admit that sort of thing. Besides, he'd also stalked some teal deer, and that had been purely for funsies, so obviously there was nothing deeper to talk about when it came to spending time in the woods.

But he was in the park now, just strolling through, with a takeaway cup of something warm and obscenely unhealthy in hand. He was feeling completely normal, thanks. Just wary.

(There were some pine needles in his hair at the back of his head, which he was yet to notice. But sure, really, he was operating at a clean 100% right now. Sure.)

[ooc: Open park/post! *flops around*]

The Stone In The Woods, Sunday Night

[endsthegame]

A weekend could pass in the blink of an eye, couldn't it?

The stone waited patiently until the sun sunk beneath the horizon. Only then did it resume its song, a call as clear as birdsong, but audible only to a few.

It was time to return.

[[ your catch-all say-goodbye post ]]

Devil's Nest, Sunday Night

[texted3times]

There was a sign on the door:

Apparently some of you aren't used to seeing dead people
Drinks 20 percent off if it freaked you out
Drinks 40 percent more if you whine to me about it

This was Eric trying to be sympathetic. He was...rusty at it.

[OOC: Holy crap, Eric exists!]