The C.I.C., Saturday Afternoon - Evening

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina… honestly still couldn't believe that she'd gotten gainfully employed at this shop in particular.

Kaidan was such a pushover. And a total sucker. She'd decided that she'd liked him, though, which meant he was her pushover and sucker to boss about. (That he was, in fact, her boss was a thing that Nina knew, filed away in the back of her mind, and would probably not pay that much attention to.)

Anyway!

Though Kaidan had walked her through everything in the shop, and all her duties to it, it was her first day, so Nina was spending the time re-reading her meticulous notes on everything he'd said, looking cute as anything at the counter (if nothing else, she was good at that), and eyeing the bird.

Who was eyeing her hairclips. Probably because they were shiny.

Well, whatever, she wouldn't do anything unless it made the attempt.

[Open sans OCD!]

The Park, Saturday Morning

[suitably_heroic]

"I missed your day this time."

Atton hadn't been at the Temple for long. Not really. He'd spent a day or two pointlessly wandering around the galaxy in search of nothing at all, and Mical had let him - even let him carry on the farce that he was doing anything useful at all out there.

But even that hadn't led him far enough.

He'd been back since yesterday, studiously avoiding the apartment. It was taking its toll now: he'd sank down on this bench a few hours ago and slept not at all. Things were starting to get a little fuzzy around the edges.

"I don't know if that's a bad thing or not," he said. "You'd probably have an opinion - after you stopped making fun about me not having one, this time. Maybe it just means I got punched a little too hard this time. She'd have liked it, don't you think?"

His mouth curved.

"She would've liked watching me talk to a duck for an hour, let me tell you that."

[[ open! ]]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Saturday

[raspberryturk]

Reno was slightly distracted today at work, going over plans in his head for his return to Gaia. There was shit that needed sorting out, after all, between roundabout portal routes and how they were going to keep Tseng from going postal on them for this...

There was so much left to plot out, Reno almost forgot to buy a package of inappropriate candy to ship off to Tseng tomorrow.

Almost. He was going to have to stock up on that and see what it would take to bribe someone at the post office to just mail one off at random every Monday until he got back.

[OOC: Open!]

Luke's Diner, Saturday

[what_the_shock]

The staff were side-eyeing Miguel when he got in today, and he ignored them until he'd had a few cups of coffee. Then he turned and eyed them back.

The busboy scowled. "Monkey-ponies? What did those monkeys and ponies ever do to you?"

Miguel rolled his eyes. "They're not real and I'm pretty sure we're naming them after Iris anyway."

The cook sniffed. "How could you??"

"Waffles again?" Miguel mimicked his tone. "How could you?? I'll let it go if you will, or we can switch to empanadas."

The cook sulked but went back to his waffles.

Today's Specials
Strawberry jam swirled waffles
S'mores waffles
Beer-raised waffles with cheddar and scallions

Luke's was open!


[Open post, no OCD!]

Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

[1000yearstoolate]

It had been and interesting week, in good and bad ways, and Seivarden hoped she would get a quiet day at work.

Be careful what you wish for in Fandom.

The shop was quiet. Uncannily quiet. Nothing moved, not even the leaves when Seivarden brushed past them. In fact, it was just difficult to move, as if moving through water. The air was still. Lifting a teacup was heavy. Seivarden ended up counting minutes until she could leave. The clock on the wall literally moved slower.

[Open!]

Caritas, Saturday Evening

[newroutines]

There was a jar of honey on the bar.

Mike did not know why. It had been there when he had come in. It had been there when Tino had come in, too, apparently.

Neither of them had any real desire to do anything about it, so here was Mike, wiping down the counter and neatly going around the honey jar with his rag.

[ooc: No OCD, open!]