Turtle & Canary; Sunday [09/09].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer was feeling a bit in a funk when she came into the shop that day, and when she tried to think about why, she realized that she'd probably just been working too much. She hadn't really had the chance to do anything really fun since she got back. Just work, work, work. Teach, teach, teach. Pancakes, pancakes, pancakes. Well, the pancakes were obviously fun, but it was all part of a routine and she'd gotten mired into one and she needed to shake it up a little.

Obviously, she needed to have a party.

But not, like, one of her crack-open-a-keg, whip-up-some-jello-shots, try-to-flirt-with-the-cutest-boy parties of old. That was High School Summer. And that Summer was gone, replaced by Grown-Ass Woman who Owned Her Own Store Summer. So that meant a grown-ass woman party, so, like, she didn't know, a fancy dinner party or something.

The idea took traction when she got to the store and, in her downtime, started Googling ideas (in between Googling 'How to soundproof apartment walls,' something she didn't realize she'd need to worry about until Tuesday night), and putting together an idea. She briefly considered a theme based around the awful, terrible, amazing Twitter feed Captain Rogers told her about, but she want to make friends, not drive them away (though she was pretty sure BDG and Hera would eat some of that shit right up). Maybe she could decide on a theme later, sort out the guest list for now. BDG and Hera, obviously, Dr. Lecter and Jono, Cap and Mr. Stark, but those were all couples (shut up, they were), she didn't want to be a seventh wheel at her own party, so some floaters she could think of: that Kaidan guy, the Pastor and Fjord maybe, probably Amaya...

Looking over the list she'd compiled so far, Summer frowned. She really needed to make more lady friends, too.

Eventually she just kind of got frustrated or depressed for one reason or another and then remembered that, oh, yeah, she was at work, and actually had, like, a job to do. So it was back to it, with the occasional dip into Pinterest for inspiration.

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Cucumber Sandwich
Filet Mignon
Red

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Creamy Triple Citrus

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Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle walked into work today, bypassed all the clothing, sat his ass down behind the counter, pulled out a bottle of the brightest, most obnoxious yellow nail polish he could find, and set to work painting his nails.

And once they had been painted, once they had dried, he reached for another bottle of nail polish and gave them another coat in a different colour.

He'd probably have to, like, stop doing that eventually. But for the time being? Hey, green went really nice right next to yellow. Maybe it went really nice right overtop of yellow...

Demon Marcus was open. And probably a little nail polish scented today.

[OOC: Open!]

Groovy Tunes, Sunday

[furnaceface]

Jono came in to work today and kind of... just paused in the door.

Squinted a little.

Attempted, after a few minutes, to negotiate with the stereo.

But no, no matter what he did, the bloody thing continued to play Wiggles music. One song in particular, in fact. And while he was certain that Fruit Salad was, in fact, probably Yummy Yummy, there was only so much of the same beat, over and over, saying those same words ad nauseam that he could handle.

Especially since, even after the stereo finally gave it up and stopped playing it around noon, Jono still had it stuck in his bloody head.

Why.

[OOC: ... Going on two weeks of having it lodged in my brain, save me.]

Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

Another Sunday, another day in Luke's House Of Pancakes, starring the kitchen staff who, to Kanan's relief, seemed to be getting that whole 'waffle' thing out of their system so that Sundays could be pancake days, as were right and proper.

Kanan was still giving the specials board a little bit of a side-eye, though.

Welcome To Luke's!
Today's Specials:
Pulled Pork Pancakes with Whiskey Maple Syrup
Banana Rum Pancakes
Beer and Brown Sugar Pancakes
... And The Kitty

"I appreciate your minimal efforts to keep Kitty from getting upset at the specials board," Kanan sighed, "but this one might still be a swing and a miss. Also, I hate you."

[OOC: Open!]

The Park - Sunday morning

[mages_suck]

The island was calm. The people here were calm. It was weird, after being in a high-tension environment for most of his life. Fenris sought the unacknowledged comfort of trees. The bench was unoccupied, the ducks unspoken to.

He smirked a little. "Hello, ducks. Where's your human friend?"

The ducks didn't answer. He hadn't truly expected them to.

The bench was unoccupied, but why sit on a bench when that tree right there had a branch that begged? Catching it, he pulled himself up and took a seat. Leaning against the trunk, he pulled one leg up and let the other hang free.

[Open! Brooding McElfEars is in the tree looking elvish af.]

Our Lady of Fandom, Sunday

[merciful_parable]

Most of Carter's efforts today were in the graveyard.

The church was as clean as he could make it, and while some of the cushions and other textiles still needed repairing, it broke his heart more than a little to think of doing that while leaving the graveyard unattended to.

There was so much weeding to do, which was quite natural, after being left alone so long, but it was the garbage that had either been tossed about by the wind to land on peoples graves (he preferred to think it was this) or had been left deliberately, and carelessly, about that got to him.

So he was out there, cleaning it up, carefully going grave-by-grave to make certain they were all as well maintained as they could be.

Even if their loved ones were gone, after all, someone ought to care about those who'd been left behind.

Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

There was only so long you could put off sleep, and yesterday Atton had finally returned to the apartment, collapsed on his bed, and... utterly failed to get out of it until it was going on noon on Sunday.

He hadn't had a whole lot of time to wake up enough before work. So it was a drowsy-looking Atton you'd find behind the bar today, eyeing the more expensive bottles, and thinking potentially-terrible thoughts about calling people he might have, maybe, somewhat been a dick to over the past few months.

Caritas was open.

Magic Box, Sunday

[nuclear_snide]

The shop today should have been quiet. Bob had been looking forward to it.

Instead, the nonsense books were engaging in an equally nonsense and very intricate ceremony.

So instead of having a quiet day of researching, Bob was engaging in snide mockery.

"Oh, please. Even if that did work, you'd end up with a dead flower."

Still not a bad day.


[OOC: Open post, no OCD!]