Stark Industries- Sunday

[thatwaslucky]

Rey did not want the fish. She was not comfortable having the fish. She was not comfortable doing something to the fish because she didn't want to incur its wrath but also she didn't want to leave it in her room where she couldn't keep an eye on it.

Rey did not trust this fish as far as she could throw it, and that was a weird metric because this thing had at least some point flown.

So now it was sitting by the door, facing away from her, and there was a hastily-written sign outside reading:

FREE FISH. PLEASE TAKE THIS FISH.


[Open!]

The C.I.C. - Sunday

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan was manning the shop, with the persistent help of the raven. The radio broadcast that morning made him smirk a little. Wondertwin powers, activate, form of: confusing names.

He had some form of console gaming system on the counter, mostly taken apart. There was a hum from a small air compressor as he used an empty airbrush gun to blast the dust and grime out of it. It was pretty gross inside. A small paintbrush was also being used to de-gunkify the interior. He muttered as he worked on it.

Description of the shop is here.

[OOC: Open and available.]

Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan walked into the diner and paused at the silence in the place. On the specials board, there was only one word written. Half-written, actually.

The specials board read, "Panc."

And then there was a squiggle that led down toward the floor from the end of that C. Underneath, the busboy was taking a nap.

Kanan peered into the kitchen. The cook was snoozing on a bag of flour. The dishwasher, having no dishes to wash, had joined in.

Kanan was almost going to hate walking through the kitchen smashing two frying pan bottoms together.

Almost.

Luke's is open, honest!

[OOC: ... I needed a nap. Open now!]