Luke's Diner, Thursday

[geniuswithasmartphone]

The kitchen staff was in a snit when Hardison came in. Something about meatballs and the Isle of Ikea and some long-standing feud that Hardison was only hearing about for the first time. He tried explaining to them that he didn't need to hear about it at all, but the cook and the dishwasher cornered him in the kitchen for about twenty minutes making sure he knew exactly how much better Luke's meatballs were, until he promised to take home a plate or five and have his TA try them out.

He managed to make his escape when the staff was hunched over what looked like blueprints, muttering something about Operation Ikea.

Yeah, he definitely didn't want to know. He was just going to hang out in a booth and play some video games while he had lunch. Which was meatballs. Obviously.

Today's Specials
All meatballs, all the time!
Meatball Sub With Caramelized Onions
Spicy Mini-Meatball Grilled Cheese
Albondigas Stew
Pork Meatball Bánh Mì
Kimchi Tofu Meatball Stew
Chicken Parmesan Meatballs
Quinoa Meatball Sliders
Scallion Meatballs with Soy-Ginger Glaze
Mozarella-Stuffed Buffalo Chicken Meatballs
and yes,
Swedish Meatballs
BETTER THAN IKEA'S!!

Okay, so even though he was ignoring everything the staff was up to, this meatball sampler platter was dead on.

The Boards, Thursday

[furnaceface]

Ah... that holiday was coming up, and Jono realized, perhaps a little belatedly, that perhaps it would be an excellent opportunity to do... something... with the Boards.

What, he wasn't quite sure. It was far too short notice to really organize some sort of dinner theatre, and he was still fairly certain that organizing a band on the island would be... fun. In that sort of way that suggested that he could think of a handful of talented musicians already, but their willingness to actually rehearse and perform was... not so great, necessarily. Which meant that today, mostly he was going to just thump his forehead against the desk in his office, trying to come up with options.

Valentine's concert?

Valentine's... improv night?

Valentine's burn the building down in a fit? No, he couldn't do that, he had tenants upstairs now. Bloody hell.

Valentine's schmalentine's.

[OOC: Open Boards! Jono... might need some brainstorming assistance on this one. Or just someone to save his poor forehead from bruising.]

Demon Marcus, Thursday

[boneyard_girl]

Since there was a holiday coming up, Ada was going to change out the display. Pajamas. Cute pajamas, warm pajamas, silky pajamas, suggestive pajamas... along with slippers, robes, and shawls.

Stay warm and sleep in style!
Buy two get one 50% off

Work accomplished, Ada got comfy behind the counter and started texting Dante pictures and video of her flying star cookies, including her various attempts to eat them out of mid-air. That's what he got for skipping class.

Demon Marcus was open, and Ada was around for all your style needs.

Post Office, Thursday

[intotheout]

Someone was apparently trying to ship something lumpy that hissed. The packing manifest listed "400 cats in a moose costume".

Tip decided it was above her pay grade and was sticking to manning the front desk for her shift today.

[Open!]

The Perk, Thursday afternoon

[livingartifact]

Jenkins' first week in Fandom was going rather well, he felt. His conversations with the townspeople so far had ranged from only-mildly-irritating to actually-rather-interesting, and he'd gotten in an entire day of lab work yesterday without any interruptions whatsoever. He might even find his way eventually to liking it here.

And now the staff at this darling little coffee place had managed to talk him out of his usual jasmine tea and into something called a London fog.

"I tell you, I had my doubts," he said to the baristas, all of whom were crowding around as he took his first sip. "But this tastes nothing at all like that blasted pea-soup the actual city was plagued with." He took a second sip. The barista who'd prepared the tea latte clasped her hands together at her chest. "It is simply delightful."

The baristas all cheered and clapped the girl on the back. Jenkins smirked faintly into his tea.

"Don't any of the rest of you have jobs?" he asked.

The baristas scattered.

[open coffee shop! Now I wish I had earl grey tea.]