Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle was in a good mood today.

Like a really, really good mood. It wasn't often that he could actually settle in and feel like the whole world was coming up Sparkle, but after last week? Yeah, he was actually kinda feeling it. And that was entirely why he was humming Cabaret to himself as he settled behind the counter, pulled out his sketchbook, and started doodling costume ideas just because.

There was a sign in the window:

New? Did I Miss You At The Welcome Picnic Yesterday?
Stop In For Your Complimentary Winter Gear!

... Look, nine times out of ten he just wound up giving this shit away anyhow. He might as well embrace it.

Willkommen, bienvenue, welcome...

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Groovy Tunes, Sunday

[furnaceface]

What was a mutant to do two days before the New Year when his best friend back home was pissed off at him for skipping out on Christmas?

... Well, apparently the answer to that was to go in to work, sit at the counter, and spend most of his morning sending off texts to an irritated-because-she-was-worried Jubilee, dancing around little things like the current state of his living room and instead asking how Shogo was doing today.

It worked, nominally, in that now Jubilee was sending him pictures of the little guy in the pajamas that Jono had gotten him for Christmas, the ones with the hood with the teddy bear ears, and that mostly left Jono feeling even more guilty that he hadn't made it back with Alluka in tow, in spite of extenuating circumstances on both ends.

Family was bloody complicated. It was almost enough to make a man want to-- oh, no, there he went thumping his forehead on the counter anyway.

Ah, the holidays.

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Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan came into work today and almost immediately just kind of paused and squinted at the specials board.

"... Really, guys?"

The cook looked up at him with wide eyes, trying to look as innocent as possible.

"It's festive!"

Welcome to Luke's!
Today's Specials:
Pancakes
But With Sparklers In Them

"It's lazy."

And possibly a fire risk. But, hey, what did he know?

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Rooftops and wires around town, Sunday afternoon

[thishouseishaunted]

Mae didn't do still well -- not without extenuating circumstances, anyway -- and her dorm room was much too small with a Trevor in it. So after sleeping in as late as she possibly could without the usual winter train noises from back home, she headed out into town to wander and explore.

Stair railing to tree to store canopy and -- jump, two, three! -- she was on the rooftops.

This town had excellent rooftops to run across. Which was good, because it was lacking a little in electrical wires, mailboxes, or clotheslines.

She hopped from one roof to the next, noting which ones seemed like they had people on them more often than others. The whole place was cleaner than she was used to, nowhere near as many beer bottles and cans scattered around, though there were even more squirrels than in Possum Springs. Hadn't someone said something about the local squirrels? She didn't remember. They seemed pretty normal to her.

Well, maybe not the one in the hat.

Run, run, run, jump! Clang onto an HVAC vent, then balance along the edge of that sign and jump!

Oh hey! A park!

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Magic Box, Sunday

[nuclear_snide]

Were there new people on the island? What did Bob care?

Well, yes, he was spying on them all already, but beside that.

He was spending his day at the shop today scowling down at the latest demon that had been irresponsibly summoned here. So what if it was a puppy? Well, at least it couldn't shed on him.

He grudgingly drew glowing golden letters in the window: 20% off for new arrivals! And below it, Now hiring.

The Magic Box was open!

Atlas Gym, Monday (12/31)

[notallbluemonks]

The fact that it was New Year's Eve meant little if anything to Beau, who had yet to really wrap her head around this weird-ass world's calendar with twelve months in it in the first place. It was the first day of the week (and "Monday" was still a stupid name for it), she had to be at work, that was more or less the extent of her chronological awareness today.

Or maybe that was the hangover.

Nah, it was only partly the hangover -- which was not helped at all by the occasional bursts of confetti that showered down on her like they'd been shot out of invisible party poppers.

"Gonna be one of those kinds of days, huh?" Beau grumbled, swatting away another cluster of tiny streamers. "Yeah. Thought so."

At least she still had a bunch of pocket bacon she could snack on all throughout her shift. In fact, she was getting started on that right now.

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