Pick Your Poison, Friday

[intraspective]

Ino came into her shop with a bounce in her step today. She always did love showing off her plants and some of them really deserved admiration.

She stopped and blinked at just… how… clean her shop was.

Wow.

Wow, Sparkle had outdone himself.

So she was also going to send him a text as she opened up the place and waited for Hernando to come by.

Pick Your Poison is Open!

The Park, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan had been in the park early enough today to catch Atton, which meant, A) That he'd been in the park long enough through the day to be thankful he'd worn the loose clothing and ventilated boots that Kaidan had made him buy on Monday, and B) That he was feeling at least a little self-conscious about swinging a sword around today. So, by the time any of his Friday usuals arrived, he'd be parked under that tree in the shade again, meditating.

Stance was at home for a change, mostly because Kanan had brought the remote along as well, just in case. For the most part, he was just kind of rolling with whatever came, this afternoon. Apparently one of his usual sparring partners had turned into some kind of fish, after all. Fandom would be Fandom.

[OOC: Open!]

The Park, Friday Morning

[suitably_heroic]

The medic had freed Atton from his kolto bath again on Thursday morning. Another full day of observation, and he was good to go, with a bunch of patches in his pocket and an abdomen that still hurt if he bent the wrong way.

And then Mical had put him on the Ebon Hawk and sent him back to Fandom. (The Hawk was to make a point: stay there, don't come back. Otherwise Mical would've just kicked him through a portal.)

He wasn't planning to stay there. Not for long. Not with Mira out there, dealing with this problem that Atton was beginning to suspect was bigger than they'd anticipated.

He didn't bother to go back to the apartment - he didn't want to run the risk of running into Sparkle just yet - but stumbled down the stairs and walked down to the park.

That alone was probably more exercise than he should've given himself. He winced at the sound of his own breath as he sank down on a bench.

Space.

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Groovy Tunes, Friday

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante'd talked a big game about techno punk to Kathy the other week. This week, he was scrambling to make sure he could keep his end of the bluff going. That meant Spotify playlists. A lot of Spotify playlists.

The dulcet tones of really loud bass and twitching techno beats could be heard from well outside of the store.

Inside, Dante was just bobbing his head right along.

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