Groovy Tunes, Sunday

[furnaceface]

Jono had an interesting Parents' Weekend going on, thus far. No visitors, no reason to hold office hours, since he hadn't actually taught anything in a while... Hannibal had a black eye that he intended to relentlessly tease him about (while secretly being a little proud of the kid who had given it to him, Jono figured it was a black eye that had been long coming), and The Smiths had a 5-LP boxed set reissue of The Queen Is Dead coming out that Jono was desperately trying to figure out preorders for.

Not for the shop, mind. For himself.

So, that was going to be his day, today. Beating his face against the internet and trying to make swag come out. When he was done with that he could get back to organizing events or something.

[OOC: Open!]

Parent's Weekend Brunch, Sunday

[omgnochecksyet]

Hopefully everyone's Parents Weekend had been going well, but if not... well, it was Sunday, and thus time for the last official Parents Weekend event: Brunch! If things had been going well, well, it was still almost over, but hopefully brunch would be a positive note to go out on.

The weather was sunny but not too hot, aka perfect brunch weather. The tables were well stocked with goodies for all sorts of beings. Yes, even those whose diets consisted of things that others might not consider "food". Fandom was nothing if not inclusive.

Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle still hated this weekend, for the record. He'd gotten some much needed catharsis on Friday, but that didn't change the whole...

You know.

The whole this weekend thing.

But hey, the upside about hating these weekends, at least, was that Sparkle was willing to take the plunge and do anything it took in order to get this crap off his mind. Which meant that most of his day at work was going to be spent quietly freaking out about coming in, saying 'fuck it,' and signing up for an evening class in costume design in Baltimore, rather than sitting around resenting this whole parents weekend event bullshit.

So, there was that?

[OOC: Open!]

Syndulla Scrap, Sunday

[futurespacemom]

Hera didn't usually open the place herself on Sunday, but Eliot's guest had been interested in finding metal, and she seemed like a nice person, so here Hera was.

Trying to convince Chopper that nothing strange was going on.

"No sharks, no gourds, no anything weird, Chop, I promise. Unless one of the strangers stops by, it's just the same as always."

Syndulla Scrap was open, and the droid was suspicious.

Not that that was new.


[Open post! No OCD.]

Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

"I'm not going to ask."

Kanan came in to work to see a giant monster head fashioned out of pancakes, mounted on the wall above the freezer. It was definitely made with a lot of care and attention to detail, at least?

Kanan was squinting at it instead of wiping down the counters, so sue him.

"Pretty sure I saw that guy in the freezer, once. Ate out of my hand and everything."

The dishwasher proceeded to look very uncomfortable.

Today's Specials
Pancake Art!
It might or might not resemble something, but it's definitely art.

[OOC: Open!]

The Preserve, Sunday Morning

[not_of_the_nora]

Getting Rost to go to the school or the hotel was a fool's errand - Aloy had known that from moment one. In fact, expecting him to look anyone but her in the eye was likely to be a problem. Probably? None of these people were Nora.

She'd never seen Rost around people who weren't Nora before.

And so for two nights in a row, Aloy'd gone back to camping out in the preserve, by the fire.

"There must be a way to clear this barrier of yours," Rost said. "Some machine we can kill, something the Goddess demands of us..."

"Well, she hasn't told me anything yet--"

"Aloy!"

Him and his bloody devout-mindedness. Aloy rolled her eyes. "I haven't figured anything out yet," she amended. "But we'll get out of here. With time."

"This place makes the hair on the back of my neck rise."

"At least we're agreed on something."

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Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

It'd been two days. Atton hadn't sensed anybody he knew on the island.

He still stepped through the doorway with infinite suspicion. "You there," he yelled at the zombies. "Seen anyone blond, pretentious and really up his own ass come through here this weekend?"

The zombie blinked at him.

"Ugh," Atton said, and turned to Tino. "How about you?"

Tino said nothing. He just poured himself another shot.

"Fine, you're all useless, whatever."

WELCOME TO CARITAS
Drinks half off if you can prove
your relatives are traumatizing

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