Turtle & Canary; Saturday [01/20].

[special_rabbit]

"Apu?"

Amaya knew better to expect too many quiet days at the shop, but this place never really failed to throw her off.

"Are those penguins in the frozen food aisle?"

He took a moment to look. "Yes, Miss Amaya, it appears so."

"What are they doing there?"

"Well, Miss Amaya," he said, "it seems as though they are shopping."

"Since when have we had penguins here?"

But Apu just sadly shook his head, tsking in disapproval. "And it is because of people like you, Miss Amaya," he said reproachfully, "that Penguin Awareness Day is so important."

Today's Squishy Flavors
Krazy Krill
Kid Cuisine
Red

BUSINESS FOR SALE - Contact Current Owner
Amaya Blackstone - 555-AMYA

Help Wanted

Turtle & Canary is open!

Luke's Diner, Saturday

[what_the_shock]

It was a pretty nice day out, and Miguel was feeling good. Apparently so was the rest of the staff - which somehow translated into a ton of fat and sugar. And the busboy was singing.

...Oh, what the hell, why not? The guy had a good voice, and even if the food wasn't all to Miguel's taste, surely someone would like it.

Today's Specials
Bacon cheeseburger
Build-your-own milkshake
Chocolate soda
Truffle fries

Free peppermint cotton candy with every purchase!

Luke's was open!

The Beach, Saturday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

It was kind of crazy just how much the weather could vary from day to day around here. Yesterday it was freezing, and today it was warm enough that Kanan didn't bother with the long coat he sometimes wore in order to stave off the chill. Which he was possibly going to regret anyway, since on a day as nice as today, he'd decided to make his way to the beach, to listen to the rolling of the waves and to be alone with his own thoughts for a while.

He was out there sitting on the sand for all of twenty minutes before he amended his plan to 'listening to the rolling of the waves and a small bonfire built in a pit in the sand,' but the effect was still the same. Just a quiet afternoon, alternating between meditating, appreciating the scenery, and occasionally holding out a hand and watching grains of sand dance around in the air, suspended over his outstretched palm.

Damn it, he really was starting to actually like this place.

[OOC: Open post! I'm bored and here all day. Come distract me so I don't watch the Rebels mid-season trailer another 400 times, screaming.]

Quark's, Saturday

[wouldbenagus]

"What on -- who ordered all this tulaberry wine?" Quark placed one hand on top of the first of ten vats sitting in the middle of his lounge. "And why aren't they in the storage room?!" He picked up a note on top of the vat, scanning it with a scowl. "The first of 100,000 --' that order was placed years ago! We hadn't even gone to war yet! Signed, the Grand Nagus. Rom! That idiot! What am I supposed to do with 100,000 vats of tulaberry wine on primitive Earth?!"

He let out a long, frustrated sigh and contacted the computer on his shuttle pod to teleport nine of the ten vats away. "Maybe I can convince the hu-mans it's a delicacy. Tayla! Go replicate some fancy bottles! We've got some selling to do."

Welcome to Quark's!
Food! Drinks! Games! Holosuites!
Drink of the day: tulaberry wine
Taste sensation of the Gamma Quadrant!
Get it quick while supplies last!

Quark's was open.

Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden thought her flower arrangements were getting better, and making them was strangely calming. For a while she enjoyed a fantasy where she had retired from the military and found a nice home planetside, perhaps with rooms on the station too, and a garden full of flowers for making arrangements. Children perhaps, a lover, some relatives and clients.

She knew it would never happen but for a while she could hold back thinking about reality.

The arrangements consisted mostly of green leaves with the occasional pink flower. Seivarden looked at them with some pride.

[Open]

Caritas, Saturday Evening

[newroutines]

There was a plastic fish on the bar at Caritas today.

Mike did not know why.

Tino did not appear to know why.

The zombie band... were apparently intent on covering Bowie tonight, and didn't care about the mysterious plastic fish, where it was, or where it had come from.

Just your regular night at Caritas, folks.

[ooc: Open, no ocd for I am still tired.]