Parents' Weekend Brunch, Sunday

[always_someone]

The weather was still holding out for the weekend, decently warm with a few clouds here and there in the sky, and the weekend itself was coming to a close. Your illustrious Student Council had gone through the paces of organizing a brunch so that Fandomites could have one more day of school-provided quality time with their visitors, and so three were tables out with all manner of food provided, for folks of all dietary needs.

Don't worry, students. Things that weren't necessarily safe for human consumption had been clearly marked as such.

Sabine's warehouse- Sunday

[seriesofbaddecisions]

It actually helped that Sabine really couldn't get home right now, because it gave her a convenient answer for why she didn't have anyone in town this weekend. Even if she could get home, it would be a very bad idea to try and invite anyone, and she definitely wouldn't have wanted to be surprised. So, she was fine being on her own.

But she also didn't want to be around everyone else not being on their own, so it was good that she had her own space to hide out in.

Since Friday, that crude little space battle she'd painted before on the inside wall had been added to a lot, with some corrections, and many, many more reinforcements. It was probably a good thing things would be back to normal tomorrow or who knows what this would look like then.


[Can be open if you're in the area!]

Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan walked in to Luke's today expecting pancakes. A lot of pancakes.

What he was met with was... not that.

"We'll make them to order," the cook explained patiently, "but they can get them for free over at the park today anyway."

Kanan... actually had to concede that point. Weird.

Welcome to Luke's!
Visitors Eat Half-Price Today!
Ask us about our pancakes.

With a shrug, Kanan settled behind the counter and occupied himself with cleaning during the quieter, 'during the brunch' hours of the day. Yeah, his lightsaber was still assembled and hanging from his belt. Just because Darth Vowrawn was pleasant didn't mean Kanan wasn't going to be paranoid anyway.

[OOC: Open!]

Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle came into Demon Marcus, coffee that was mostly sugar in hand, and flopped himself dramatically over the counter next to the register.

And that was where he remained.

These weekends.

This would serve him just fine right up until he needed a smoke break or until he ran out of coffee, whichever came first. Not much work was going to be getting done this weekend, no. Try him again next week.

[OOC: Open!]

Groovy Tunes, Sunday

[furnaceface]

Ah, visitors' weekend. Full of all the delight and drama of... basically every other weekend on the island, if Jono was being completely honest. Lee had been occupied with the students and with Shogo back in New York this weekend and so she'd had to decline Jono's invitation. Which he understood. The fact that she'd declined it with a cheerful, "Get your skinny leather-clad butt back here and visit my kid, Starsmore," had helped cushion the blow, at least.

Which meant, whatever the case was, that he was working today rather than helping his vampiric best friend chase a toddler around the park at a brunch he couldn't partake in, which suited him well enough, he supposed. He'd thrown on a turtleneck sweater and a scarf in lieu of wrappings, since it was... well. Not cold enough to really warrant it yet, but not so hot that he'd flat-out die trying. He might get some odd looks, but not nearly as many as he would if someone from off-island were to walk into his shop for music to see a man on fire.

The stereo was doing... something... today, playing a bunch of sentimental garbage about family while Jono tried to ignore it and settled in to do paperwork instead.

//Should've taken Lee up on her invite.//

[OOC: Open!]

Magic Box, Sunday

[nuclear_snide]

Bob was still here.

There were still books in the middle of the floor, because it wasn't like he could pick them up.

Maybe if a customer wanted to help with that, he'd give them a discount.

The Magic Box was open!


[Open post, no OCD!]

Pick Your Poison, Sunday Evening

[intraspective]

It was the sort of night where she wanted to do nothing more than to hole herself up in her lab and just lose track of time. Given who was on the island, though, she knew better than that, and was contenting herself with figuring out what, exactly, to send back with who Reno had dubbed Silver Fox Tseng.

Ino was pretty sure that Elena—that Elena, not her Elena—would also appreciate a few things.

So even though it wasn't her usual day or her usual hours, Ino had figured there was no point in being in the store and not having it opened.

Hey, maybe she'd get herself company while she sent texts to her Elena asking if she liked spicy or floral scents better.

Pick Your Poison is Open!

[And OCD free~]