The Park, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Another week, another beautiful Friday, another day where Kanan was in the park with swords and dog. Until people arrived, he had his training remote, the one that Jaina had given to him, out and turned on, and he was working his way up the settings, adjusting the difficulty enough to push him as he fell back into the swing of his lightsaber form while maintaining minimum damage from the bolts themselves.

Not that he couldn't handle a few good burns, but he didn't want a stray blaster bolt hurting anything from a wandering duck to a sparring partner. The more dangerous settings were for elsewhere, places that were less likely to have random passers-by than a park on a sunny Friday at the end of a summer term.

The remote fired off another volley of shots, and Kanan caught them on his blade, most of them going wide, but a few actually heading back toward the little floating ball. Which was yet another reason for him to keep the output down low; he ruined more training remotes that way...

Stance barked and took off after a butterfly. Kanan just smiled and continued training. Overall, it wasn't a bad way to wrap up the work week.

[OOC: Open!]

The Beach; Early Friday Evening [06/22].

[white_oleander]

Aloy had gone and mentioned fire and the ocean, and so now Astrid couldn't help thinking that there was still a much better place to hide that damn fish than the far back of Tip's closet. She'd spent a good portion of the day preparing, finding something that would make a good funeral pyre, plenty of sticks and kindling and kerosene.

So much kerosene. She didn't want to leave it to chance that this thing didn't get a good fire going. Which was going to be great for the environment as well as their peace of mind, really...

She had asked the team to meet her there at the beach as it started to get dark, so they could best enjoy the light of the fire, and she set up the little boat with the fish on it at the edge of the water. She had a box of matches in one hand and a long stick in the other, so she could nudge the flaming fish out into the water safely as they sent it on its way in true Viking fashion.

At least, true to the stories Astrid had grown up with. She looked up from the fish to her teammates. "Would anyone like to say a word?" she asked, feeling like it would be an appropriate time for some sort of send-off speech, but she herself couldn't think of anything much.


[[Astrid's here with her teammates, of course, but open beach is open, for anyone else wanting to pay their respects or do other beachly things]]

Luke's, Friday morning

[whoisalicewhite]

Today was doughnut day, at least if Parker had anything to say about it. The kitchen staff were inclined to think she didn't.

"That was three weeks ago!" someone protested.

"She is throwing off the schedule," one of the cooks hissed.

"Time. To Make. The. Doughnuts," Parker informed them.

SPECIALS
Home-made Glazed Doughnut Recipe
Old-Fashioned Cake Doughnuts
Doughnut Bacon Cheeseburger

Luke's was open.

[ooc: and OCD-free.]

Groovy Tunes, Friday

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante had one of Breq's songs stuck in his head all day.

It was driving him nuts. No matter how much he dug through Spotify on his phone, he couldn't find it.

So he was spending his shift at work digging through what few albums they still sold, hoping to find something that looked like it - and humming quietly to himself. Stupid songs. Stupid Breq.

[[ open! ]]

Stark Industries, Friday

[midichlorianfail]

Anyone who didn't want their electronics covered in glitter were advised to visit the store before Theron had class today, because there were drifts of it being tracked in afterwards.

At least the murder-Roomba seemed happy, zipping all over the floor and only occasionally going for Theron's ankles.

[Open!]