Pick Your Poison - Saturday

[mages_suck]

Fenris knew where the shop was. He didn't have a key and the door was locked. With a small, put upon sigh, he phased through the door and unlocked it from the inside, turning the sign to 'Open'. The lights came next. Iris probably didn't open the store quite so early but it was his first day and though he wouldn't admit it, he was a little nervous.

He walked around the store to familiarize himself with the items available. The Shelves of Shame gave him pause and he glanced between them and the rest of the stuff. Sparkle had mentioned this. Fenris wondered if Iris left it as an example of what people shouldn't smell like. Everything else in the store was much better.

Eventually he made his way behind the counter. He found a stock list and began slowly reading it. It didn't make much sense to Fenris, he didn't know what the plants here did, but it was reading practice nonetheless. Fjord had been patiently teaching him and Fenris was using every opportunity he had to try figuring out words on his own.

There were more strangers on the island. He wondered if this was an average weekend thing and they'd just been lucky until now. Still, he was mercenary enough to realize that more people meant more opportunity to sell gifts, souvenirs, and possibly convince the average human that they should bathe more so their smell didn't offend.

[Store is Open! No OCD.]

Into the Woods, Saturday Morning

[puppy_fair]

Running.

Zack was just out running. Walking his dog. Just the same as he did every day. Up those stairs, past those shops, through the park...

A shadow passed by overhead, and Zack paused in his walk to rest a hand on Girl's head as she looked up and growled.

Through the park, and then toward the woods. Rougher terrain, maybe. Some cover from above. It was probably nothing anyway, what could it be, after all? Except that a few minutes into the trees, a feather came floating down, and Zack stopped in his tracks and just... stared at it.

"A dog, Zack? I suppose it stands to reason, you'd pick up a puppy of your own, eventually."

Zack didn't look up. He couldn't bring himself to. That voice cut clean through him, that old, familiar tone of wry amusement. He just crouched down and picked up the feather from the ground.

"You came."

"You called."

[OOC: For that guy! Can be open if you want to be in the woods!]

Turtle & Canary; Saturday [10/06].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer was slumped slightly over the counter at Turtle & Canary that Saturday, a frown creasing her forehead, fist cradled against her cheek as she watched her brother being a little too excited about helping Apu with a display for what was apparently National Noodle Day. Her problem, she realized, was just that she was thinking about it all too much, but she couldn't help herself. She couldn't look at this Morty or even listen to this Morty without thinking about how much time had passed since he died, since she learned that he had died and been replaced, and how much crap had happened in her life since then.

She had not been expecting to have this kind of perspective foisted on her when she woke up yesterday, that was for damn sure.

But just like when she went diving into Rick's dimension database or that time he'd introduced them to the dimension viewfinder and interdimensional cable (and, hey, wasn't that the day she'd found out about this Morty being buried in the backyard? And how about the fact that, as far as she knew, her parents didn't even know that their Morty wasn't really their Morty?), her mind went wandering in all sorts of directions, but most of them landed on how astonishingly innocent and pure this Morty seemed. Here was a Morty who'd never had a half-alien baby with a sex robot. Here was a Morty who'd never frozen time with her and their grampa so they could clean up after a major bender before their parents got home. A Morty whose parents had never divorced, a Morty who never helped free Earth from a multitude of galactic threats, a Morty who'd never eaten human flesh in a post-Apocalyptic dimension where he'd grown a sentient muscle-y arm bent on murderous revenge or given her totally misplaced advice about getting her shit together when all she was doing was trying to keep their grampa's teenaged clone from destroying him from the inside out.

Was she ever that pure and innocent? Then again, as Morty somehow managed to split open a bag of rigatoni in his hands and sent the dry pasta skittering all across the floor with that dumb expression of surprise on his face, she sighed and reminded herself that this was also the Morty who ruined her chances with Frank Palicky on numerous occasions, betrayed the whole human race to be a slave to their new sentient-dog overlords, helped blow up a giant homeless Santa Claus, and just about nearly ruined the entire world by trying to love-potion someone, which was not only super creepy and gross, but she'd also seen the results of the world when they hadn't managed to fix the mess it made, and, yeah. That dimension was a real piece of shit now.

So Summer just sighed and continued to just watch Morty with a feeling of boggled fascination as he scrambled around trying to help Apu clean up the rigatoni, which only lead to him knocking down the tower of pasta they'd so carefully constructed and making the mess a million times worse.

Like some big giant dumb metaphor....or something, that only emphasized what he'd told her last night: it really didn't matter which Morty or which Summer they wound up with, as long as they still had each other.

Which was pretty much what her current Morty had said when he told her about this one. So. Yeah.

Welcome to Turtle & Canary!
30% off all noodles! Happy National Noodle Day, I guess?

Today's Squishy Flavors
Lasagna
Alfredo
Red

Today's Jello Flavor
Spaghetti-O's

Turtle & Canary is open!

The Perk, Saturday Morning

[firstofitskind]

Part of Liam had expected to wake early Saturday and find his mother gone, that it had all just been yet another strange dream. But he'd poked his head into the guest room at the house and found she was still there, asleep. This was real.

She was here.

And now... they were sitting at the Perk, with breakfast pastries and tea, and he was waiting for his girlfriend to arrive so he could introduce her to his mother. Real, maybe, but also very, very surreal.

[ooc: for them that's mentioned, but also open!]

Galactica Point, Saturday Morning

[suitably_heroic]

When you're not quite asleep, and not quite awake, your mind doesn't know what to do with itself. It digs up fears, lingers in fancies. It sees things that aren't there, caught on the edge between consciousness and dreaming, and it puts them all on you, hoping you have the faculties to keep fact and fiction apart.

Atton had lived his night in that state. He didn't know why she hadn't come to him, but he knew she was here. Their Force bond was a shining, alive thing in him for the first time in three years, golden and full. It hurt, because he knew he had two days of it, and two days wasn't enough. It hurt because it wasn't supposed to be her end of the link that fell through, and yet it was going to be.

He didn't know why she hadn't come to him last night. For her sake? For his? He couldn't make sense of it, and he couldn't sleep.

It was now the crack of dawn, and he had enough. He wasn't going to seek her out all the way, but he could meet her halfway. And he could stand here in the breeze, hoping it would either finally wake him and send him back into the stark light of reality, or he would finally get so tired he'd pass out on the spot.

"I'm going to sleep all week," he muttered vehemently, and lit a cigarette, and waited.

[[ open ]]

Luke's Diner, Saturday

[what_the_shock]

So this was apparently one of those weird weekends. Which Miguel found out when he showed up to the cook and his usually-dead mother bickering over the best amount of garlic for pasta sauce.

The busboy shrugged. "Are you gonna argue with her?"

Miguel eyed her dubiously and shrugged. "Where's the dishwasher?"

"Grandparents," the busboy explained.

Miguel sighed and went to make the coffee.

Today's Specials:
Garlicky spaghetti
Creamy pumpkin pasta
Caprese mac & cheese


Luke's was open!


[Open post, no OCD!]

The Park; Saturday Afternoon [10/06].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Naturally, Sidon had been incredibly excited for the opportunity to show Mipha around the island, both by land and by sea, and, naturally, she had been equally curious and delighted, though every laugh or soft smile or comment about not being able to get over how much he'd grown tugged at his heart so much that it nearly hurt. He could scarcely believe that it was her at all, that it had to be some figment of his imagination or some sort of fever dream or maybe something had been wrong with the pizza he'd eaten at the Student Council meeting or something, but no, it was actually her, in the flesh, albeit for a short time, she said, with a softness that broke his heart more devastatingly than anything else.

But still, he tried not to think about that too much. She'd asked that he not think about that too much, to just enjoy what they had for the weekend, but surely she had to understand that what she asked of him there was insurmountably difficult. Promising to protect their home and their people in her stead against the world-destroying Calamity seemed a walk in the park comparatively!

But the actual walk in the park they pursued was nothing short of lovely and heartwarming, and it was no surprise to him when, upon seeing the ducks, Mipha (who seemed so tiny and frail to him now, when he could remember having to gaze up at her with wonder and awe and she was always so looming and incredible to him) laughed and hurried over to see them up close, holding out her hands, and it was no surprise that the ducks seemed to have no hesitation in coming over and saying hello to her, when they'd always considered him with more suspicion and reluctance.

[[ open park for any of your parkly needs, Zora-royalty-related or otherwise! ]]

Syndulla Scrap, Saturday

[futurespacemom]

Hera had gone to sleep before Kanan came back from guard duty for his friend, only to be woken up sometime in the wee hours long enough to be told they had company, it was good.

She'd woken up before either Kanan or their guest, who turned out to be...a clone trooper? Hera might've had a heart attack if she didn't trust Kanan, because seriously?

Instead, she shook her head, got ready as quietly as she could, left a note on the counter, and slipped out. If they hadn't gotten in until Kanan had woken her, they probably needed the sleep.

So, she was at the scrapyard, going over the Ghost's propulsion system. If she could get even point-three more power out of that one repulsor, off-planet lift would be sped up considerably. "Hey, Chop, take a look over here, would you?"


The scrapyard was open, the alert was set if anybody came in, and Hera was engaged with one of her true loves.


[Open post, no OCD!]

The preserve, Saturday evening

[what_the_shock]

There were a lot of extra people in the town, but none of them were visiting Miguel. (Thank shock. There wasn't anyone dead he knew that he'd want to get a visit from.)

That said, he wasn't sure he wanted to get in the way of anybody else's guests, either. Or freak them out. So, rather than swing around the buildings in town for a bit of exercise, he'd come out to the preserve. Hopefully the trees would be enough of a challenge.

Which sort of became a secondary concern when he swung over a clearing with a giant sword stuck in it. There was no mistaking that sword, and after carefully listening and looking around, there was no Zack anywhere near it.

Unfortunately, being in his UMF outfit meant no pockets (and therefor no phone), so with a frown (and a bit of effort), he pulled the sword free and tried to find the best way to hold it to carry it. "King shocking Arthur here," he muttered. "Zack, buddy, hope you're okay."


[OOC: expecting one or two, but open!]