Luke's Diner, Thursday

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison looked at Luke's and the dilapidated apartment above it, sighed, and let himself inside. It was a wreck there; broken wood and shattered glass, a few remaining pools of water and many water-damaged items, the booths and stools all tossed around and left wherever they'd fallen. The shark that had slammed into the diner had been one of the ones tossed into the hurricane, but the weird, briney smell remained.

Still, like his nana always said, ain't nothing ever got done by just looking at it.

Getting out a bunch of cleaning supplies from the closet that was only half-covered by a fallen beam, Hardison took the broom and started sweeping up the broken glass. Then he'd mop up the remaining water, maybe turn the remaining chairs rightside up...see how much was left to fix once the dirt was scrubbed away.

A few hours later, the staff arrived with a bunch of sandwich fixings, cool water, and Gatorade to help everyone keep their strength and electrolytes up.

Today's Special
We look like we're open to you? C'mon now.

Demon Marcus, Thursday

[boneyard_girl]

Oh. Oh no.

Sparkle had said it was bad, but somehow, Ada hadn't quite been expecting this. So much for all her storm preparation attempts, but to be fair, she didn't think standard hurricanes included flying sharks. Probably.

Oh well. She set her lunch box on what was left of the counter and got to work. Get things off the floor, to start; one rack for things easily salvaged, one for things that could be mended and maybe sold at a discount, and some very, very big trash bins for everything else.

Demon Marcus was... not exactly open? But the mermaid was at work, and if you needed socks or whatever, Ada'd probably just give them to you.

The Park; Thursday Afternoon [08/10].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer was trying to be good and prove that she could manage to go at least a few days without a phone while Peridot was in the process of pimping hers out with some sweet holograph technology, and her poor hands felt like they were going to twitch themselves right off of her hands. She contemplated a few things she could try to do to get her mind off all the idle fidgeting she did on her phone, but not a lot of them were cutting it. She didn't have the attention span to do any reading right now, TV bored the crap out of her, and she wasn't her mom so she was trying to avoid any day drinking. So she found herself a soccer ball and headed out over to the park, because it was either that or huffing some enamel.

Two trees made a good goal marker, and she set to kicking the ball around, chasing after it, trying to improve some of her footwork, and challenge herself with some hard angles and shots. So far it was pretty effective; nothing like a good sweat and a workout to get her mind off things, and, of course, she wouldn't be against anyone who might want to join her or distract her for a little while.



[[so today is day 8 out of 8 days working in a row, and they're having me train someone who is going for the same promotion as I am. They are having me train my competition, wtf??? So today is going to be some strange bizarro world hell. I might be kind of spotty, but I will need little bursts of sanity where I can get them. Post is so totally open.]]

Pick Your Poison, Thursday

[crimson_sister]

 Pick Your Poison had been spared. Lucille had been a little concerned before she got there, and was relieved when she arrived. She spent the day rearranging the shelves to look more aesthetically pleasing, while humming a soothing - although some would say creepy - lullaby. Hopefully her boss wouldn't mind.

[Open!]