Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle might have been hard at work this morning putting out new shipments of cute swimsuits. Or he might have been lighting sparklers over the front desk and watching them with a little sulk on his face because he'd missed Canada Day. There were pictures of the fireworks over Parliament on the internet, and holy shit they lit it up to look like a freaking Cinderella castle, and he so would have made the trip to see for himself if he wasn't such an idiot and camping out on the island was kind of his life now.

So yeah. Sulky sparklers.

Right up until he heard the phrase 'next weekend's Pride Weekend' on the radio.

So, the rest of the day was spent with show tunes blaring over the computer speakers and Sparkle prancing around putting anything that had ever seen a rainbow on display in the front window. Sorry, mannequins. You were finally losing those rompers of yours. There were cute pride clothes to be put on display and nothing in the world was going to stop him from doing it.

And then, halfway through that, he'd had another brilliant thought, and was slapping a sign in the window:

Show Your Pride!
All Proceeds From Sales Of Our Pride Supplies
Will Go To The All Out Action Fund!

Because if anyone was going to profit off of Pride in his shop, it was going to be the people who needed it.

Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

The kitchen staff was murmuring amongst themselves today. Ever since Kanan came in for his shift, actually. After all, he had one of those neat-looking laser swords clipped to his belt, which all on its own more or less clarified just what had been going on with the toppling pancake stacks that occasionally happened.

"Pay up," said the dishwasher, once he was fairly certain Kanan was out of earshot.

"Dammit," the busboy muttered as he pulled a twenty from his pocket and forked it over. "Why couldn't it have been ghosts?"

Welcome To Luke's!
Today's Specials:
Herb-Stuffed Pork Tenderloin
Blueberry Cobbler
Sangria
Pancakes

Kanan just rolled his eyes and shook his head, running a bar-rag over the countertops. The kitchen staff, he could handle. But if Vader walked in to this place again, he was gone.

[OOC: Open!]

The Boards, Sunday Afternoon

[furnaceface]

Once again, Jono was here for rehearsal, though rehearsal this week actually had a prompt, it seemed.

//So, next weekend, Fandom Pride,// he announced as people arrived. //Looking for volunteers to play music at th'picnic on Sunday. And, ah, a set list. Anybody know any good Pride songs?//

Or songs that could be Pride songs? He was kind of side-eyeing 'True Colors,' but wasn't entirely certain that anybody in the band would be too enthused about playing that one anyway. Over the Rainbow? Born This Way? It's Raining Men?

God, this was not as easy as it looked.

[OOC: Open! Bah to the OCD this week. Bah. Tag in for rehearsal and make it messy if you want to.]

Around the streets of Fandom, Sunday

[sharp_man]

Hannibal had finally given in to the low-tech and tacky way Fandom had of advertising its events, and had made posters. They were tasteful and to the point. And dusted with glitter that had flaked off Jono's Pride posters, but he couldn't really help that; the stuff got everywhere. (He and Beethoven were both a bit annoyed at the stuff in their hair.)

Now he was putting them up around town. They read:

Independence Day party
The Park
Tuesday, 2pm to after dark
Food and Fireworks
(everyone invited)


[OOC: Open, if anyone wants to say hi as he's putting these up! Party will indeed be posted Tuesday.]

Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

Atton sauntered in late, glaring at Tino as if daring him to say something about it.

"This week," he announced, "is the most boring week."

The zombie band looked at him expectantly.

"... No, that's not me invoking a jinx," he said. "I like it boring. Let's stay boring for a while longer, all right?"

They shrugged and went back to playing big band... something.

[[ no ocd, open! ]]