Groovy Tunes, Sunday

[furnaceface]

This weekend was very much a scarf weekend. Not a 'flames out' weekend. Not even a 'leather wrappings' weekend. The island was crawling with children who were usually more than a few years older, and so Jono was going to go the 'weather-approrpriate method of not looking like a walking nightmare' route, today.

Not that he was exactly expecting a massive influx of children to the music shop, either. But apparently the music shop itself was, if the way it was set up with brightly-colourd toy instruments was any indication.

//Awright, then,// he muttered, and then turned on the stereo, only to be met with the bright and bubbly chorus of the opening song from Ready, Steady, Wiggle. //It's a bloody good thing I like children.//

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, woo.

Jonothon shook his head and took a seat behind the counter. Sigh.

[OOC: Open!]

Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Well, it wasn't going to be below freezing or anything today, but Sparkle figured he probably ought to make it a little easier for kids to go outside in this weather all the same. After all, he was prone to just giving away winter gear to people who seemed dazed and confused enough, and he had kind of kicked himself this morning for not thinking about doing this sooner, given that the weekend was very nearly over now.

Still, Sparkle had gone running around the shop, gathering up hats, scarves, mittens, earmuffs... any warm clothing that he could find for little children, which he was then putting into a big bin, which, in turn, he was putting out in front of the shop with a 'free' sign on it, written in English, French, Spanish, and Aurebesh. So, pretty much every language he knew, or knew some kid knew and could Google so he'd get it right.

And then he sat himself behind the counter and busied himself with painting his nails. Black with hot pink stripes, today, mostly just because he felt like it. All the little kids were great, and he kind of adored any weekend where he got to see a million of them running around and having fun, but he wasn't looking forward to Monday.

[OOC: Open!]

Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

"That's not what they're called, you know."

"It's what they're called here," the cook insisted, and he was met with a little boy with vivid turquoise eyes looking up at him obstinately, hugging his spotted puppy close and refusing to budge on the matter.

"You're making that up."

"Am not."

"Are too."

Caleb knew the man wasn't, and knew he was supposed to respect his elders, and the Masters would have been very disappointed with him for arguing over such a completely pointless matter, but nothing else about this place was like home, and when he'd walked in and found himself face-to-face with that one little discrepancy, every little piece of his being had rallied up and suggested, nay, insisted that he give the kitchen staff here a difficult time.

And so, the specials board today read:

Welcome to Luke's!
Today's Specials:
Flatcakes.

Caleb, mollified, ordered a plate of flatcakes and was thrilled to see that they came covered in more fruit and weird white whipped cream than he'd ever seen on one plate in his life, and with a side of sausages for him to feed to his puppy. The busboy informed him that it would come out of his paycheck, and not to worry about it.

Caleb had no idea what they were talking about, and he was already far too busy digging in to his flatcakes to care, pausing only to feed pieces of sausage to Kyber.

[OOC: Open!]

Covent Garden Flowers - Sunday

[mages_suck]

Once again gripped by the feeling he had somewhere to be, Leto wandered around the small area of the city he'd explored. He came to a stop by a flower shop. His hands went immediately onto his hips and he gave it a challenging look.

"Really?! You think I haven't heard every elf-and-plants joke there is? Why am I here, why do you want me to go inside?"

The door didn't answer.

Green eyes narrowed. He pressed his face to the glass and looked around. Nobody inside. An oh-so-casual glance up and down the street. No witnesses.

Out came the wires and then there was the tiniest of scoffs at how easy this lock was to pick.

Leto went inside and looked around. The plants were nice. Even the ones that didn't look expensive were still nice and looked healthy. He'd never admit he could tell the difference, but that was more from watching his mother and sister fret over their Master's flowers than from any mystical Elf mumbo-jumbo.

A tiny grey kitten came zooming out from the back and climbed him like he was a tree. The tiny little piton claws barely touched him and the next thing he knew, the kitten was in his ear with a buzzing little purr that tickled.

Leto squirmed and giggled helplessly for a moment. He gathered the kitten up in his hands so he could look at it. It.. it was kitten-shaped but something was off about it. Leto promptly decided he didn't care. "Do you live here? Are you why I'm here? Maybe.. maybe I was sent to rescue you!"

Leto, that spoiled, happy kittenwillow is in zero need of rescue.

Which even he had to acknowledge. He looked around. "Maybe rescue you from boredom. C'mon, kitty, let's find something to play with."

Tickles squirmed to escape the hands and paraded himself back up the arm to his usual perch on the shoulder with another happy kitten buzz.

"Hey!" Leto giggled, "That tickles!"

[Open!]

The Park - Sunday mid-morning

[spectre_alenko]

There was a playground at the park. Kaidan had spotted it during his run in the pre-dawn hours. When Hernando woke up and had finished his morning routine, Kaidan bundled him up, walked him down to the park, and turned him loose.

Hernando zoomed over to the playground and began trying all of the things, clambering all over it. He babbled happily in Spanish, telling Kaidan all about it.

Kaidan understood about one word in 20. Didn't matter. He smiled and nodded anyway. He was here mostly as chaperonage, to make sure Hernando didn't fall off something and break his neck. Ah, the fear of every parent everywhere, that saving throw vs. gravity.

He flopped down on the park bench and tried to relax.

If only he could stop tensing up every time Hernando got more than half a meter off the ground.

[Open park is open! Hernando modded with permission, Sam'll be on around 11cst]

Magic Box, Sunday

[nuclear_snide]

Bob looked suspiciously out the window and wondered if he could get away with a "no kids allowed" sign.

But given one of those was Norman... Bob sighed. Fine.

The sign in the window simply said, "Open".

Bob didn't know what to do with children, but the Magic Box was open!

Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

Would a kid man a bar with no age limit? ... Well, this one certainly would.

Of course, anyone entering Caritas today would find Jaq enthousiastically mixing up differently-colored juices and lemonades, rather than alcohol. And he had a big grin on his face for most of it, too.

Otherwise, though, same old same old at Caritas on Sunday night.

[[ open, but slow, so when in doubt mod your own service! ]]

Atlas Gym, Monday (11/19)

[notallbluemonks]

If Beau was being honest -- and depending on who was asking that was a really, really huge if -- she was relieved that the weekend's weirdness had skipped her; that was a time in her life she never wanted to relive.

Though she couldn't help wondering, and she was pissed at herself for wondering it, if it might have been fun to get to be a kid again for a couple of days here, entire worlds away from Kamordah and from her father. And wasn't that just a whole cartload of what-ifs to torture herself with?

Not that any of that had a thing to do with how hard she was going at a practice dummy with her staff during her down time today. Nope. Not a damn thing.

[[The OCD is still busy freaking out over last week's episode, but the post is definitely open!]]