Groovy Tunes, Sunday

[furnaceface]

Apparently the stereo was in a Weakerthans mood today. Which wasn't so bad, really. Jono didn't mind their music or anything.

But the absolute worst time to listen to the Weakerthans was when one just happened to be in a Weakerthans mood oneself, and Jono had started the day on a faint note of melancholy that came from nowhere really in particular, and then just sort of seemed to find reasons to settle in more the more the stereo played those damn songs.

By the end of the entire Virtute the Cat saga, he'd taken his lunch break to go home and get Joni, because he needed to just kind of sit with a cat on his lap for the rest of the bloody day.

Dammit, stereo.

[OOC: ... The guy at the second-hand record store was surprised that I'd actually gone in LOOKING for the Weakerthans album that I picked up yesterday. Warning, the link above leads to the saddest damn cat songs that are actually about depression EVER.]

Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle's head was kind of everywhere these days. Because of course, of course he'd decided to teach this semester, which was crazy-person bullshit on top of running a business and taking classes on the mainland himself. And he had projects he needed to be working on today, because of course he did. So he was at work today, staring at a sheet of paper, a pencil in hand, trying to will inspiration to hit because if he didn't have several potential designs for a 'Big Bad Wolf' costume by Wednesday, what the hell was he going to get graded on?

It was entirely possible that he spent most of his day just dicking around on the internet, googling wolves.

But it was the internet, and that was leading down some pretty frightening rabbit holes.

"Oh my god, furries."

New plan. He was going to try to sell Big Bad Wolf symbolically, without actually making the costume look anything remotely like a literal wolf at all.

[OOC: Open! I am somehow awake. And by 'somehow,' I mean I set my alarm for six this morning so I could stuff painkillers into a cat.]

Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

"What the hell have you done to that pancake?"

The cook nudged the plate toward Kanan encouragingly.

"It's a pancake," Kanan noted, not reaching for the plate. "It should have... I don't know... a berry compote and some whipped cream on it."

The cook rolled his eyes and nudged the plate again.

"Not... cheese and gravy? Who the hell is going to eat pancakes with cheese and gravy?"

There was a long pause, and then the cook simply gestured into the kitchen, where everybody was taking a break to sit and do exactly that.

"... I don't understand you people."

Today's Specials:
Pancake Poutine
BeaverTails
Screech, Free If You're Willing to Kiss the Cod

"What the hell is that fish doing thawing on the counter!?"

Luke's was open, and apparently the cook was doubling down on yesterday's bullshit today.

[OOC: Open! I might vanish to nap at some point, though.]

Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

Atton'd been out for weeks helping Sia out. Coming back to the island? That felt downright weird.

Well, that and other, more complicated Sia-related things. He resolved to put those out of his mind as he opened up Caritas for his first shift in weeks. Hadn't had time to stop by the apartment yet, but he'd get there.

"Right," he told Tino as he walked in. "Where do we keep the whiskey again?"

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