The Perk - Friday

[spectre_alenko]

Coffee was necessary for life. Kaidan left Nate with the store and headed to the Perk, feeling only a little guilty that he wasn't going to the tea store. T42 had, he'd discovered, absolutely terrible coffee that no amount of flavor shots or sugar could fix.

Almost stumbling his way to the counter, he quietly ordered a giant frozen coffee confection. He chatted quietly with the baristas as he paid and tipped them. Collecting his ...beverage... he made his way to one of the comfy chairs and flopped into it.

It had certainly been a week. A very full week. He was looking forward to the peace and quiet of the weekend. Surely the universe loved him enough to let him have a nice, quiet weekend.

[OOC: Open, no OCD!]

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Liam was still kind of riding the emotional (not literal) high of Wednesday night as he made his way in to the Station. Not even Calvin’s report about the sighting of a raccoon who had somehow gotten hold of a drone could bring him down.

“Is it actively using the drone to harass anyone?” Liam asked pointedly.

“Well, no, but-“

“Then leave it be, for now,” Liam instructed. And that was that. The Trooper Station was open, and your obnoxiously cheerful sheriff was in.

[ooc: open, though with a SP a warning as i’m at work until late afternoon!]

That Abandoned Warehouse Kanan Basically Stole Last Week, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Well, the weather was up to its poodoo again, and so once again, Kanan had sent a message to anyone who might normally meet him in the park, telling them to look for the telltale lightsaber burn on the door of the warehouse he'd... kinda broken into last week.

It was easier this way than dealing with the mud, or the disgruntled ducks, or whatever other nonsense was going on out there. And it meant Kanan could really go to town, practicing Force-leaps from across the floor up onto the stacked crates.

... To the dulcet tones of the singing fish.

Damn that thing. He'd stuck it into a corner and turned it around to put it into a time-out.

It knew what it did.

[OOC: Open!]

Syndulla Scrap, Friday

[futurespacemom]

That fish was back. Kanan had taken it to the Earth's moon, and it had still somehow found its way back.

Hera was sympathetic, she really was. She also needed sleep. So she was staying in the Ghost until that thing was gone. She'd brought Stance, too; Chopper seemed to get along with him, and he deserved a break, too.

This morning, she was out in the scrapyard tossing a toy for him. Chopper was helping by grabbing it first and dangling it by him and getting chased around.

Hey, whatever kept the two of them busy and happy.

The junkyard was open!

Outside Fandom Clinic, Friday morning

[deaddadsclub]

You'd think, having seen more than one victim of them already, Cristina would know to be on the lookout for gremlins. But she was a big city girl, unused to the ways of small, magical, multiversal-nexus towns, and frankly, hiding in the bushes outside her work was cheating.

The gremlin bolted from the bushes, chomped down firmly on Cristina's ankle, then scurried gleefully off to go tell its friends what it had done. Cristina didn't get more than halfway through her shouted curse before the venom hit her brain (actual biochemistry bedamned). There was definitely no hope of her getting inside, where a kindly nurse might hide her in her locked office until it wore off.

"Oh, son of a --" Her whole expression changed from pain and annoyance to cheery wonder. "-- Biscuit! I seem to have dropped my wand!"

She picked up a handle stick and waved it in the air, bending side to side with her arms out like a ballet dancer. "Now, let's see, I'm sure there are plenty of cookie wishes to be granted here!"

The Fairy Cookieperson fluttered her eyelashes and her steps as she bounced from bush to bush, looking for cookie emergencies.

[open!]

Groovy Tunes, Friday

[rebelseekspizza]

For some inexplicable reason, all the radio wanted to play was songs from 2007. Dante'd been messing around with the controls since he got into work that morning, but nothing.

... it had taken some googling to figure out that the year was to blame, though.

In the end, Dante had given up on the whole thing. Now he was sitting behind the counter with his guitar, quietly plucking along to the bassline of 'Disturbia'.

Could be worse than Rihanna. Much worse.

[[ open! ]]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

[dubstepthanos]

The Now Hiring and the Come In, We're Open sign were back up at Wellspring Arms. This time, though, Cable wasn't inside, behind the counter, or doing anything out back.

He was sitting on the steps of the building, his legs stretched out.

He'd been working on the shop for so long, he hadn't really had the chance to catch the local smell. See the life of it. Someone else might have gone for a walk, or gone to the bar.

But not Cable.

He'd be on the steps, with a few cans of soda in the morning, and a few cans of beer in the evening.

The store was open, though.

Stark Industries, Friday

[midichlorianfail]

The thing about giving the murder-roomba one upgrade, was that it now seemed to think (insofar was something that Theron wasn't even sure had logic circuits could think) that it was going to get more.

At least, Theron was pretty sure that's why it kept nudging over various bits of scrap hardware during his shift today. Anything that resembled a potential weapon or opposable thumbs was definitely going in the 'no' pile though.

[Open, no ocd.]