Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden had found a note on her communication device saying that she had a job to go to. Why she would have a job she had no idea, but it sounded a bit exciting, so she found Covent Garden Flowers and opened it.

This whole thing was exciting, actually. She was trying to come up with the right way to tell her friends about it when she got home, because they would expect it to sound a lot more horrifying than it actually was. She would definitely have to leave out the pretty people she had met here.

Anyway, she had relatives who enjoyed gardening, so she knew how to water plants. When that was done she made tea, using the method Caleb had taught her, then sat down behind the counter.

[Open!]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Saturday

[raspberryturk]

Really, scoring this job had been way easier for Reno than he had anticipated, what with finding one of his former Rookies running the joint when he'd come in looking for employment outside of the school.

Sure, he'd promised Liam that he was going to be hard at work researching why he wasn't aging, but come on. He'd been around the block on this crazy island before. Sure, he was maybe a little concerned that it had been a fair bit more than a couple of days now, but he didn't technically have an issue unless this went on for over a week, and if that was the case, it was probably... shit, he didn't know. Some kind of evil wizard or a temporal anomaly or maybe something had tripped a cog in the island's machinery.

So, Reno was not gonna sweat it until then. Instead, he was going to come in to his actual place of employment, grin shamelessly as he stepped behind the counter, and then contemplate the merchandize.

Oh, he was so going to mail something inappropriate to Tseng.

Both Tsengs. However many Tsengs throughout the multiverse he could afford to torment.

Gods, he loved Fandom.

[OOC: Open!]

The Perk, Saturday morning

[sharp_man]

Hannibal was having a very interesting time in this place. So many people, so much things to look at!

So, he'd gotten out art supplies. He'd be heading to the beach later, but for now - coffee, and perhaps a pastry, and then he would sit and sketch for a bit.

It seemed like a good lazy day to spend.


[Open post!]

The Beach, Saturday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

So... last night's attempt to come and meditate on the beach had sort of backfired. A lot. And this morning, Caleb had thought he'd try again, only to be kidnapped by squirrels to read gossip about people on the radio, which felt, well, invasive was a good word for it, maybe. Or creepy. Maybe just creepy.

This afternoon, he was trying again. No dog, no real plan, just a Padawan with the hood of his cloak pulled up, staking out a spot on the beach far enough from the waves that he could commit a few hours to just sitting, and being, and reaching out and connecting to the world around him. It was strange and new and it left him feeling uneasy in a million small ways he couldn't put a finger on, and he felt like he was well overdue for taking some time to sit in silence and sort out whether the bulk of his troubles were from the strange situation he was in now, the lingering traumas from before he'd found himself here, or something else, something bigger that perhaps he wasn't yet meant to fully comprehend.

And if he found himself getting frustrated with that, maybe he'd just sit around and levitate rocks for a bit before thinking about heading back to the apartment.

Yeah, this afternoon was going to mostly be spent levitating rocks.

[OOC: Open! I have to get in all the Caleb I can before I swap him in for that other guy who refers to him in the third person.]

The C.I.C. - Weekend edition.

[spectre_alenko]

Feeling rebellious after successfully ditching half a week at the new school, Kaidan did what all teenage rebels do - he threw a rager.

For a definition of 'rager' that equaled 'bought a bunch of sodas, threw them in a cooler, set up a bunch of snacks in the big game room, and hoped people would come by'.

The raven had once again flown in like it owned the place, yelled at him for a few minutes, and took up its customary place on the front desk.

Kaidan had taken up position in the large game room, sprawled on the couch. Since nobody else was there yet, he fired up the Sims 3 and began working on some interpersonal relationships in his town.

Yes, the teenage boy was making couples 'WooHoo' until exhaustion.

Description of CIC here.

[ooc: Open, no OCD. If you've been invited, come on in. If you haven't been invited, come on in. Bored awkward teenager onboard.]

Caritas, Saturday Evening

[newroutines]

Mike was his regular, adult self. But he had been listening to the radio (and also walking around town, where there were way more teenagers out and about than usual, even for an island that revolved around a high school), so he knew what was going on.

So for a while at the beginning of his shift, he'd considered making a sign that reminded everyone that they served minors at this joint.

But then he'd decided against it. 'Cause he was a responsible adult, or something. So he was just making sure the bar was stocked with all those little paper umbrellas and shit like that. Wasn't that what teens liked? He could always claim he was too old to remember.

[ooc: Open, no OCD.]