Luke's Diner, Saturday

[what_the_shock]

"You actually did it."

The cook looked smug and handed Miguel a platter of marinated pork.

"Okay, I'll make it. But you have to take down that pancake...thing." He suspected it was supposed to replace the head he'd made them take down last week, but it looked a bit worse for wear.

The busboy sulked.

Miguel sighed. "Take it down or...preserve it somehow, plastinize it, I don't know. You know food goes bad otherwise, right?"

He'd pick his battles; Luke's was open.


Today's Specials
cochinita pibil
corn pudding
deep-fried banana fritters

Outside the Portalocity Office, Saturday afternoon

[heroic_jawline]

Everyone packed and ready for a week in beautiful, snowy because we say so Austria?

Come on down, campers! It's time to gather with your classmatess, your teachers, and your huge bags full of clothing and brag of your skiing prowess, whether or not you actually have any!

[OOC: Ye olde traditional gathering post is up! The first post of Fall Break with go up in fh_trips in a few hours!]

The rocky bits, Saturday morning (before the trip leaves)

[wouldbenagus]

Of course, Quark had gotten sucked through a hole in subspace trying to leave Deep Space Nine. Of course he did. The first time he tried setting out on his own after his own idiot brother became Nagus, and he got sucked through a hole in subspace and had to land on some backwater, primitive class-M planet, full of backwater, primitive beings.

Well. At least he could probably sell them something while he waited for someone more advanced to pick up his distress beacon.

Anyone with an eye on the skies and the rocky bits would see his little orange shuttle come in for a slightly bumpy landing on a slightly flatter place amongst the rocks, and a short, lumpy headed alien wearing a brightly colored suit come out, swearing up a storm, and kick the fins.

Stupid subspace.

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