Luke's, Friday

[whoisalicewhite]

If given a choice, all of Parker's menu specials would be chocolate. Or cereal. Although she appreciated anything Eliot put together, of course.

SPECIALS
Cheerios!
Passionfruit citrus salad with coconut meringues
Brownies


"Why is there a mounted monster head over the freezer?"

The staff was studiously not commenting on that.

The Arms Hotel, Friday

[redhairgoldheart]

Mary might have worked through the night with the rest of the housekeeping staff to search for any rooms that still had shark damage (or worse yet, remaining pieces of shark). The hotel wasn't completely 100% recovered, but she hoped they had enough room to accommodate everyone staying for the weekend, as long as they didn't want any of the cheap rooms.

Once she had changed out of her sweats and returned to the lobby, however, she discovered that it was a mistake to have left Gunther alone. "I don't care if everyone else is putting pumpkin spice in everything. No one is going to eat a pumpkin spice burger!" said Mary, wrinkling her nose in distaste as she took in the plate the chef had brought her. "And there's no way you're going to leave that at the front desk with me." Looks like she was going to be ordering take-out from another local restaurant.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Special
Pumpkin Spice Guntherburger!

[Room assignments. There are still plenty of rooms left, including suites.]

Syndulla Scrap, Friday

[futurespacemom]

The gourds had been cleaned up, the place didn't smell of shark anymore, no-one had dropped off more than the usual amount of scrap, and Chopper was actually in a good mood.

Somehow, Hera didn't trust it.

She was just going to spend some time giving the Ghost a thorough cleaning and tune-up.


[Junkyard is open!]

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

The Troopers were in fine form today, and that wasn't even sarcasm. Nobody was slacking off, everyone's armor was polished, the coffee machine was somehow making coffee somewhat less terrible than usual... definitely showing off for Parent's Weekend.

Even today's caller was really more exasperating than genuinely annoying. "I don't think I'm the right target audience for this," he managed finally. "Have you tried the diner?"

Parents' Weekend Meet & Greet, Friday afternoon, The Park

[justice_undone]

The sun was out, brightening the day, and in the a tend was set up, with a banner on it that read:

Welcome to Parents' Weekend 2017

Inside was a buffet table, offering a wide variety of food, a grill for those who wanted barbecue, and plenty of tables and chairs. And shadowy corners, for those who preferred that.

There were no warning signs up for glitter.

Groovy Tunes, Friday

[rebelseekspizza]

Kat hadn't told him she was coming, so Dante spent most of his shift blissfully ignorant of her presence on the island. Instead, he rearranged what few CDs and other physical items they had left, trying not to think about Parents Weekend.

Or parents. Or siblings.

It wasn't enough to quiet him this time. He wound up lugging several guitars back towards the stage for tuning. And retuning.

And then retuning them in drop B.

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