The Magic Box, Tuesday

[always_someone]

Today when Norman came in to work, he was met with a shipment of Ouija boards. Yes, that party game, with the board and the little arrow that people slid around to spell out words. They were hokey, of course. Just cardboard toys that ran mostly on subconscious thoughts manifesting through ideomotor responses. But people still seemed to believe that there was some sort of power there all the same. He kind of grimaced at them, and then glanced around the shop, wondering if he could even in good conscience put these out on the shelves.

"Oh, do it," his ghostly regular said, his cat friend plodding into the store behind him. "Watching the living bring these into the graveyard on a dare just so that they can natter on to themselves is one of the few entertainments we get out there."

Norman shrugged, looked up the suggested price, and found a place on the shelves for them. Who was he to deny the dead their fun?

[OOC: Open!]

Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday

[puppy_fair]

There was a small gray parrot in the shelter today. Zack thought she was actually kind of charming, with the little white mask on her face, and the flashes of red in her tail, not to mention just how incredibly smart she was. Zack had started the day mostly just chatting at the bird, seeing what words she knew and was willing to echo back to him. And then he'd let her out of her cage for some playtime, which led to teaching her how to step up onto his hand on command.

By the end of the day, he was cradling the bird in one arm like a baby while she babbled up at him with a combination of kissy sounds and fragments of conversation that she had picked up throughout the day. He wasn't generally a bird person, but he had to admit, she was going to make some new bird owner very happy someday.

[OOC: ... I miss having birds that are not as dumb as rocks. Open!]

The Park; Tuesday Mid-Morning [05/29].

[white_oleander]

Since it didn't seem to make a whole lot of sense to skip a class to make a statement (sort of) for just one week, Astrid was ducking out of Zoology again this week, pondering if she should just go back again for the hell of it next week, and then not again for the rest of the session or what, but she figured she'd do whatever she felt like doing that morning. She did, however, decide to change up her location, figuring she'd spend the rest of the day wandering the village again, maybe drift over to the warehouses to try to spot the little pieces of art Sabine had left behind.

For now, though, it seemed sitting under a tree in the park seemed a good solution, where her attempts to get through more of the books on her reading list might be occasionally interrupted with some people- and/or duck-watching. Especially since today's reading choice was nice and light.

Ha.

She should probably get around to writing to her mother, too, especially since it had been a while now, but honestly, she was still trying to figure out exactly what to say about this place and how to say it. Perhaps a few envelopes stuffed with wordless sketches, and she could let Ingrid interpret them as she may.

[[ open park is open! Even if the curse of flightiness that has plagued me all this past week might strike again ]]

Atlas Health and Fitness Center: Tuesday

[spectre_alenko]

A week full of shocks and emotional gut-punches had left Kaidan's brain far too full for comfort. He threw a change of clothes, some deodorant, and a few other odds and ends in a backpack, grabbed a local map, and headed out at a jog to find the gym.

The gym did not disappoint. It held enough exercise equipment, including a full on boxing rig, to keep him blissfully endorphin high all day. It even had a pool and steam room to relax in after. Speaking with the desk clerk, Kaidan signed up for a membership and a locker.

The jog had warmed him up nicely, so after stashing his gear in a locker, he taped up his hands and headed straight for the heavy bag. The repetitive motions, having to concentrate on his form - left shoulder getting super sloppy from lack of practice; he'd have to work on that - kept his mind cheerfully occupied while his emotions sorted themselves out.

[ooc: Gym is open and mostly OCD-free. Feel free to interact with Kaidan or start your own Broodyman McHairproduct-free thread.]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

While Kitty had been home a couple weeks ago, she'd been caught up on all the post-Phoenix fallout, including Logan getting into detail about what Peter was up to. At the time she'd said she didn't care, buuuut.

Okay, yeah, sure, he'd tried to destroy the school and kill her husband. Those were also ridiculously un-Peter things that he'd done under the influence of something else, and she knew what he'd be going through after that. And maybe it was because she knew they'd be in each other's orbit eventually, or maybe it was because she was having a mutant daughter in less time than she was ready to think about and she'd lost a lot of people already that Lexi wouldn't get to know, but she was kiiiind of tempted to send him a text, just to check in.

And then she had to get something from the stock room and came back to the bar to spend twenty minutes figuring out where she'd put her phone only to find it in the ice bin, and decided maybe today was not the day.

[Open, no OCD!]

The park, Tuesday evening

[2_old_for_this]

Today was (more or less) Peter's birthday. He'd noticed it on the calendar and thought about it, then...mostly just thought about it some more.

He had no idea how old he was objectively, Hell not exactly having calendars, and then there was the whole Julian/Gregorian thing, so he might be a few days off on the date, too, but...happy birthday to him?

He didn't much have a reason to celebrate it, but now he was in a decent place and getting himself back on an even keel, it seemed sort of the thing to do.

So, he grabbed some beers and sodas left over from class, picked up a bunch of cupcakes from J,GOB, texted the people he knew, and came to sit in the park with its greenery. It seemed like a decent way to spend the day.



[OOC: If you might have gotten a text, you did! If you didn't, feel free to wander by!]

The Holo-Scene, Tuesday evening

[tigerundercover]

It was finally time. It'd taken weeks of preparations, but Raven's business was finally ready to be opened. The juice bar was stocked, the costumes were all freshly cleaned and pressed (or artistically smudged and rumpled, for those who wanted a grubby look), NPC employees had been hired, catering deals had been handwavily struck, everything looked pretty and cheerful and welcoming.

Time to open.

GRAND OPENING!
Come join us for a tropical luau! Free food and drinks, tonight only!

[open! Holosuites are fully moddable and first-come, first-serve, but multiple separate threads can happen in one as long as they're set for different time blocks! It rents by the hour. You can play laser tag if you want, cops and robbers, the-floor-is-actual-lava-(but-with-safeties-to-keep-you-from-actually-dying). . . . Or get some sexy fantasies going -- though if it goes NSFW it needs to go in your own journal instead of the comm. Otherwise, go nuts!]

Luke's, Tuesday

[battlewithstyle]

Mitsutada had strict ideas as to what constituted food, and was still somewhat horrified by what had been served the other day. So, he was going simple with today's specials.

Today's Specials
Yakitori
Squid Karaage
Onigiri

Sure, squid might not be most folks idea of simple, but this was Mitsutada 'I made a glorious meal from the leftovers of your terrible kitchen accident' Shokudaikiri.

Luke's was Open!