Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

So, there were deer outside. Teal reindeer with their antlers all done up in lights, which was at the very least charming, with a possible side dose of annoying if you wanted to get from one side of town to the other without being trampled by greenish caribou or blinded by sudden holiday illumination all up in your business.

Kanan didn't have a problem with them. He left them alone, they left him alone, it worked out.

Apparently someone in the kichen disagreed.

Welcome to Luke's!
Today's Specials:
Venison Tenderloin with Blueberry Sauce
Rack of Venison, Roasted Carrots, & Forager Sauce
Venison & Wild Mushroom Wellington
Chinese Pancakes with Aromatic Pulled Venison

"There is something seriously the matter with you guys."

[OOC: Open!]

Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

It was kind of a gorgeous day out there for an early December, and Sparkle, wanting to enjoy the warmth and get some fresh air into the shop while he still could, had propped the door open without really thinking about the fact that it was... you know... December.

And that was how he wound up with a well-lit reindeer perusing the summer clearance racks.

"... Okay, if you need anything, just let me know."

It was Fandom. So long as it didn't crap on the floor, Sparkle couldn't be too bothered by this turn of events.

[OOC: Open!]

The Perk- Sunday afternoon

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine had just stopped in at the Perk for a bit to sketch before heading into her warehouse, and found a window seat where she could work and people watch while drinking her coffee.

She was maybe not prepared for the pair of teal reindeer that wandered past the window, but after her conversation last week, she did say aloud, "I knew it was better this way."


[Had to. Open!]

Covent Garden Flowers - Sunday

[mages_suck]

The store was full of stinky red star-shaped flowers and the town was full of sea-colored deer with lights tangled in their antlers.

Tickles came zooming out from behind the counter the moment he phased through the door, trailing his own set of tiny blinking lights attached to a battery pack. He immediately began climbing Mt. Elf, hauling the lights with him.

"That had better be for you. I don't have antlers," Fenris warned, "Though why you would want to be done up in lights is a mystery for the ages."

When Tickles made it to his shoulder, Fenris sighed and took the strand of lights. Walking back to the counter, he lifted Tickles down to the surface and then began decorating the kittenwillow, carefully winding the lights loosely so they wouldn't cut off whatever passed for circulation. He strapped the strand over the battery pack on Tickle's back to keep it out of the way.

When done, Tickles made it back to the floor by route of countertop to chair to floor, and proudly pranced his way to the door and meowed.

Fenris crossed his arms. "No."

Tickles meowed a little louder and stood up to run his front paws along the glass of the door.

"Fine," Fenris grumbled. He went over and opened the door.

Tickles darted out, making his way to the closest teal reindeer in a series of bounding little hops. The deer peered down. It was either myopic or confused. One of those. It leaned closer. Tickles stood on his hind feet and reached his little kitten face up to boop the reindeer's snoot with his nose.

Then he turned and darted back through the still-open door, leaving an even more confused reindeer in his wake.

Fenris closed the door and arched a brow at the kittenwillow. "You are very annoying." Tickles calmly climbed Mt. Elf again to perch on his shoulder, purring. So now even Fenris was wearing lights by proxy.

"How is this my life," he muttered, making his way behind the counter.

[Covent Garden Flowers is Open]

Atlas Gym, Monday (12/3)

[notallbluemonks]

There was still a smear of egg nog behind Beau's left ear this morning, because trying to take a shower had been an unpleasant surprise that became somewhat less unpleasant after tasting the stuff, go figure. That would also account for the two bottles she'd brought in with her, too -- what, like she was going to waste that?

The idea that this might be an island-wide thing didn't occur to her until one of the early morning patrons came spluttering out of the locker room, dripping egg nog and prompting Beau to sigh and ask, "Look, you basically got a free drink, so what's the problem, right?"

She hung a Shower At Your Own Risk sign on each of the locker room doors, though, just to try and head off a few complaints at the pass. Maybe.

[[Gym and post are open! SP likely due to beginning-of-the-month work fun.]]