Luke's, Monday

[vdistinctive]

Eliot was here on a Saturday.

The kitchen staff were all huddled together, staring at him suspiciously and taking bets as to what strange thing was about to happen.

"That's ridiculous," Eliot said. "I don't -- I'm not only here on a weekend when weird shit's going down."

"Usually it's 'cause the kids are here," the dishwasher said.

"Or the dead have risen," the busboy offered.

"Or when the aliens attack!" said the cook.

Eliot frowned, thinking, then shook his head. "Okay, but --"

"Remember the one where the Ghost of Christmas Present made everyone empathic?" said the busboy.

"That was a good one," the cook agreed. "I liked he one where he was about ten and climbed up on the awning to try to read."

"Definitely better than when he's sixty and all nostalgic," the dishwasher said.

"What about the time he got possessed by a serial killer and one of the customers had to magically throw him into the wall so she could escape?" the busboy asked.

The other two frowned at him.

"Was that a Saturday?"

"I don't even know, that was about a million years ago."

"Yeah, man, we're not talking about ancient history."

"Right," said Eliot. "Well. At least the new guy will get a feel for what working here will really be like."

Poor Miguel.

Today's specials
Sweet potato and brussel sprout hash with poached egg and thyme hollandaise
Brown butter pear crepes
Pumpkin cheesecake muffins

Luke's was open and OCD free, as the mun used all her brain on the text apparently.

The Park; Saturday Afternoon [09/23].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

There was a shark man in the pond today, one in which the ducks and the fish were (perhaps wisely) giving a wide berth. But Sidon didn't seem to mind or notice, we was just happy to float around a bit, do a few quick sprints from one side of the pond to the other, trying to beat his personal best records, and just enjoying the fresh water. He wished it were a little bigger, as he missed the freedom and depth that that ocean gave him, but fresh water was just so much nicer!

And being contained in the lovely park on a nice day, perhaps the chances of someone joining him and abating his loneliness a bit might be nice. It was really starting to become clear to him, especially since he spent very little time in the door with being uncomfortable stuck inside walls, how much he missed having other Zora around. The humans and various other species had been great and interesting so far, but his heart was aching a little for Hyrule. Chasing ducks when they landed or trying to match the flow of the fish as they swum about helped a bit, though.


[[ i don't know what kind of day I'll have ahead of me at work, but the shark man was feeling a little neglected. Open park is most certainly open!]]

Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden was beginning to think that working in a flower shop was one of the better things about this island, which, considering working with plants had never been her goal in life, said a lot about her opinion of Fandom.

She wasn't in a mood for either arranging flowers or carving gourds, but there was also a surprising amount of apples to deal with. To save herself from boredom, or even falling asleep, she arranged the apples neatly in flower pots and put them on display. Considering how confusing and frustrating this place was, a flower shop selling apples seemed almost normal.

[open!]