The beach- Tuesday morning

[solo_sword]

With Juliet coming to spend the summer on Hapes, Jaina was getting a little bit of time here. She was still crazy busy most of the time, and the boys were almost a year now and already into everything, but she'd learned that there were benefits to at least being talked into taking tiny breaks now and then. Like now. And the real benefit was getting to do stuff like train without anyone needing her for anything.

Look, she'd grown up, but it wasn't like she'd become a whole new person or anything.

Once she'd gotten settled, she headed for the beach. She had her comlink on her for when someone inevitably called, but at least for now it was just her, her lightsaber, and a juiced-up remote that she could put on the highest setting so that it shot almost too fast. And because she was Jaina, she kept her eyes closed as she batted away bolts, showing off for no one but herself, because she was really good at showing off.


[Of course she's going to be in town this week. Open!]

Fandom Post Office, June 5 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

When Éponine arrived at work with her coffee and her breakfast and started going about her daily duties, she was actually in a fairly cheerful mood, humming to herself and occasionally pausing to have a short conversation with the alot of junk mail that was currently taking up residence in the mailroom.

After she switched over the daily calendar in the lobby and realized what day it was, her entire demeanor changed: there was no more humming, and she seemed detached and distracted when dealing with customers, as if her attention was somewhere entirely outside of the building.

Her memories of the day, never all that coherent to begin with, were less immediate now; just because they felt a bit more distant and a bit less real, though, didn't mean they weren't going to come back to haunt her. Maybe, with her imagination to fill in the details, that made it a little bit worse. Ah, well. She'd make her way out to Serenity Cove later this evening and spend the night out there, like she always did on the night of June 5, with a bottle of alcohol. Somewhere away from narrow streets walled in by buildings.

[[Coming to you OCD-free but open with SP on this Barricade Day.]]

The Magic Box, Tuesday

[always_someone]

Norman's day was going pretty normally, so far. He'd come into work, had dusted all the shelves, had started to re-stock any crystals or herbs that seemed to be getting low, and then he'd settled in behind the counter to watch the shop today.

Only, there was a hat back there. A top hat, sitting upside-down on his chair.

He squinted at it for a moment, and then went to peer inside.

A rabbit peered back out at him.

"... Of course."

If anybody were to come into the Magic Box today, they'd see the normal assortment of stock items, Norman, and a little white bunny sitting contentedly on the counter munching on a handful of dandelion greens that Norman had wandered outside to collect while he tried to puzzle out what to do with it.

[OOC: Open!]

Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday

[puppy_fair]

Zack came in to the animal shelter today to the weirdly wheezy peep-a-cheep sounds of a bunch of baby finches, tucked away neatly behind a toy in the cage that nobody had thought to look behind while cleaning out spare seeds and watering and the like. The vet seemed faintly exasperated about the situation, muttering something about birds that reproduced like rabbits, but seemed unconcerned, otherwise. The parent birds seemed to be doing an okay job of handling the situation.

"But can I see?" Zack had asked.

The vet shrugged and waved toward the cage, telling him that, so long as he didn't disturb anything or stare for too long, he was welcome to have a peek.

And so, Zack did.

"... Ew."

Hey, nobody had said that baby finches were pretty.

[OOC: This Furnado post brought to you by Pork Chop, the tiny space alien who has been taking up residence in my finch cage since Friday in spite of my best efforts to scour the whole thing for eggs.]

The Holo-Scene, Tuesday

[tigerundercover]

Raven had been the proud owner of an open business now for a week. And spent most of it hanging out in one of the holosuites herself.

Was it possible to go under because you used your own services too much?

Whatever. If she was going to have a business go under, she'd rather do it in Fandom than anywhere else.

She had herself a giant chocolate-and-banana smoothie today as she manned the front desk, thinking she'd maybe practice her full-on shark shape in the tropical sim on her lunch break. Maybe a night-time thing. With lots of bioluminescent fish.

Mmmm, day-glo fish.

Special today: Underwater treasure hunt!
Man your own submarine! Fight a giant squid!
Adventure awaits!

[open!]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty hadn't gotten a lot of sleep last nigh, and what she had gotten wasn't great.

And then she had to work at night, and couldn't have coffee.

So she'd asked the zombies to step it up with the music but now she kind of wanted to kill them so that's what kind of night it was going to be.


[open, no OCD.]

Luke's, Tuesday

[battlewithstyle]

Mitsutada was still dealing with the kitchen staff being a little overly 'respectful'. They were definitely making fun of him. Too bad for them that he actually didn't mind and the cooking all seemed to go much smoother.

He did find that they kept making the specials board a little... punnier than he preferred.

Today's Egg-cellent Specials
Tamagoyaki
Omurice
Chawanmushi

"What if they're vegan?" Mitsutada mused as he looked at the board. The staff shrugged and then added.

Grilled Eggplant

Mitsutada shrugged and just went with it.

Luke's was open! and OCD-free

Covent Garden Flowers, Tuesday

[2_old_for_this]

Normally Peter would be in on Wednesday, but Wednesday looked to be...very Wednesday for a while. So, he was in a day earlier, looking at the notes his employees had left him, seeing what needed to be ordered, maybe laying in a few more herbs to make up for the lack of flowery things coming up.

Maybe grinning a little at the fact that apparently Kaidan thought he and Kanan were dating. Maybe he should get a silly gift for Hera? He had the feeling she'd get a kick out of it.

But meanwhile, the flower shop was open!

Boardwalk, Tuesday evening.

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan felt a little betrayed by the ground, which had so far not opened a pit under his feet and swallowed him.

So far. The night was still young. He had hope.

What an embarrassing social gaffe to make, and then it went out on the radio, which meant the possibility of bribing Kanan to skip mentioning it to Peter had just flown out the window.

The C.I.C. had been mostly dead, customers pleading fatigue and signing out early, so Kaidan had closed up and headed to the Boardwalk to check out the lighthouse and maybe grab some dinner. It was a place he had not bumped into either Kanan or Peter, so far, which added to its appeal.

The sun was starting to set, turning the water shadow dark while the sky churned between orange and pink. The port area began to come to life with colorful neon signs while the lighthouse beam swept through the fading daylight.

Strains of music came from one of the businesses:
Oh when the sun beats down and burns the tar up on the roof
And your shoes get so hot you wish your tired feet were fire proof
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah
On a blanket with my baby is where I'll be
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[OOC: No OCD, open! Feel free to harass Kaidan.]