The Roof of the MCA, Sunday Morning

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan had a shift he needed to be getting to at the diner, and whether he would or not depended mostly on how this conversation went. But the fact remained that this was a conversation that needed to happen, and time for them to have it was growing short. Kanan had brought Stance up to the roof early enough to watch an Earth sunrise, and they'd both taken a seat up on the hull of the Escape to do so.

"You're gonna like this," Kanan offered. "Earth's pretty backwards in a lot of ways, but at least it goes all-out making its mornings nice to watch."

[OOC: Open for anyone who has business up on the MCA roof! Huuuuge spoilers for the first five issues of the Kanan comic series in the Kanan/Stance thread.]

Magic Box, Sunday

[nuclear_snide]

There were dead people around the island. More than usual. So what? Apart from being a bit jealous Winifred hadn't chosen to show up again, it didn't affect Bob at all. At least the books were behaving.

The crystals, on the other hand, had taken it upon themselves to rearrange every so often into different configurations. Pretty ones, rather than useful ones.

Bob gave them a side-eye. "Oh, lovely, our own little cheerleaders."

The Magic Box was open!


[Open post, no OCD!]

Caritas, Sunday Evening

[suitably_heroic]

Meetra would be gone by the time the sun went down, Atton knew that. It was a heavy load, one that had kept him stuck between gratitude and pain all weekend, and now the time was almost there.

So he opened Caritas up early. Like it would buy then a few more hours.

"This is where I work now," he told her as they walked into the bar.

"In a cantina, huh," Meetra said. Her smile was wan. "That does feel more like you."

"A cantina with zombie karaoke, even," Atton said. He settled behind the bar and began to set things up. "We should think about that."

Because he had a masochistic streak, apparently.

"I can't sing--"

"Eh, neither can the zombies."

[[ open! ]]

Chilly Boulder, Sunday Afternoon

[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy was trying hard to ignore the ticking clock that heralded Sarah's return to the woods. She remembered this from her own stint two years ago; that inexorable magnetic pull that only got stronger as time went on. Thinking about that time hurt - especially with Dante's recent realizations - but not as much as realizing this might be the last time she ever got to see her sister's face again. So she kept stealing glances, trying to memorize every line and curve, to keep it fresh in her heart for as long as she could.

She was also taking lots of pictures. Lots and lots, because memory was only good for so much.

"Hurry up," she urged, like this was just a random Sunday, out trying to outbrat her little sister. "The ice cream's gonna melt at this rate."

"I was making sure you had enough Portraits Of A Young Girl Choosing Ice Cream on your phone," Sarah replied, rolling her eyes. "You suck at being sneaky."

"Only around sneaky people," Kathy said, handing over her credit card while her sister ordered a Ben Skywalker.

Only a few more hours left. But damn if the Li sisters weren't going to make the most of them.

Covent Garden Flowers

[mages_suck]

Fenris went to his Sunday job at Covent Garden Flowers. Once again the door was locked from the outside. Another put-upon sigh and another phasing through it before he opened the lock from inside and turned the lights on.

The dogwoods barked at him in alarm. "Quiet," he instructed them firmly, "I work here." They subsided into minimal whining and growls. He could live with that.

"Tickles? Are you here?"

A tiny gray form came scrabbling across the floor and launched at his legs. Fenris sighed and reached down to pick it up. "You," he said, bringing Tickles up to his face, "are a brat." Tickles purred back at him. Fenris plopped the kittenwillow on his shoulder and began moving around the store, checking the plants to see if any needed water or tending before he took up a station at the counter.

Another order catalog was found and Fenris began trying to familiarize himself with the names of the plants in the store.

[Open!]

Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Last weekend, Sparkle had been more than a little irritated about the island's visitors.

This weekend, Sparkle was mostly just thankful that there weren't visitors to be had, for him.

He was celebrating that fact by showing up to work and parking his ass at the counter, pulling up Furnado's website, and passing the time by contemplating rescue animals. Maybe a friendly old cat for the shop or something...

He wouldn't. He was too all over the place and it wasn't as though they had enough staff to properly take care of anything more complicated than a fish. But it was nice to look anyway. Kept him from worrying too much about other people who were going to get this, and then nothing more until the next time the island decided to be an asshole.

Before the end of the day he'd start going through the shipment of Halloween costume bits that had come in, because he was still bent on not letting anything ruin Halloween for him. But for the time being? Cats.

[OOC: Open!]

The Woods, Sunday Night

[suitably_heroic]

The stone had laid dormant for two full days, its light no more than a gentle heartbeat.

But as the sun began to sink in the distance, that light pulsed back into radiance. Mist crawled back from the edges of the clearing, pulled by the stone's irrepressible gravity.

And so were the dead drawn back to the stone, its call gentle but insistent: come home.

[[ for all your teary goodbyes. open ]]