Pick Your Poison, Friday

[intraspective]

Ino was humming to herself today as she got the shop open. Sure, it was raining, but that just meant she could light candles in the windows and enjoy the coziness that brought with it. It wasn't actually cold, after all, so the rain wasn't an issue for her.

The candles made the air smell like vanilla and honeysuckle, and as she reviewed her plans for her next batch of lotions, that alone was enough to make her smile.

With a glance at both the clock, and then the floor, Ino wondered if she really ought to draw up that ad she and Sparkle had talked about. It'd give her something to do, she supposed, while waiting for Seivarden.

Pick Your Poison is Open!

An Abandoned Warehouse, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Between the heat and the rain, Kanan had finally, finally given in, this week. He'd sent a text around to all of his park usuals to let them know that today he was going to be doing some training indoors, in the shade, out of the rain. And then he'd gone on a hunt for an appropriate venue for that training, finding himself down by the warehouses.

... That would do. It only took him a few minutes to pry the boards free from a doorway that looked as though it hadn't been disturbed in some time, and another few minutes to look around to make sure the place was more or less structurally sound and the floor wasn't covered in rodent crap or rusty nails or anything.

So his morning was spent pushing crates and shelving around using the Force, even though he could have easily gone to borrow a hover-loader from Hera or something, and arranging them into some semblance of order so that people could move around fairly freely in the open space left behind in the middle of the room. He'd taken a break somewhere in all of that to go outside with his lightsaber and score a mark in the wet wood of the warehouse door - a swooping arc with the open end pointed upwards, a line down the middle - and then sent a photo of it and the directions to the warehouse to his usual Friday crew.

... He wasn't an artist. It looked a little bit like he'd tried to draw a bird foot and had given up partway. But a mark was a mark, and that one was at least distinctive enough that people would notice it if they were looking to find him.

And then he settled in to train with his lightsaber, enjoying the shade and the dry and the stacks of crates to leap around on while he waited to see if anyone would show.

[OOC: ... He was long overdue for an indoor training space. Open to the usual crew or anyone who might wander into a warehouse!]

The Perk, Friday Afternoon

[seveninchmotto]

It continued to be far too hot in New York. And Flick had made some pretty persuasive points about Isabelle not spending all her time in her office, so, here she was. Not in her office. And not even in New York.

She'd chosen Fandom because while Alicante would've been nice, Fandom had air conditioning, iced lattes, and wifi. And those were all things Isabelle thought she rightfully deserved after the last while. Also, browsing clothing store sites on her phone definitely counted as work. There was an official Institute function coming up! She needed something befitting of an acting leader.

So she was seated by the window, enjoying the chance to see some sunlight and not feel smothered by it.

[ooc: Open post/place!]

Groovy Tunes basement, Saturday mid-morning.

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan had sent a text that morning, reading: "Groovy Tunes conference rooms in the basement. The big one. Discussion point: Is it a good idea to start a group of people to train together for the purpose of active defense during an incursion? There used to be student reserves, this would be similar. I don't know all that many people. If you know someone who might want to be there, pass it on. Peter: pls leave your roommate at home."

He scrolled through his phone and clicked Iris, Jono, Kanan, Liam, Miguel, Mitsutada, Peter, Zack. He frowned at the list, sure he was forgetting at least one person.

He paced for a few minutes, then grabbed a chair, swung it around backwards, and plopped down on it where he could see the door.

[OOC: Open, OCD is up. If you'd be invited by one of the listed, or if you can think of a reason why you'd be nosy and follow them, go for it. Worst that would happen is Zack would nice you to death and ask you to leave.]