Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan walked into Luke's today to see... pancakes, floating around the room.

He cast a look at the busboy, who was grinning like an idiot.

And then he held out a hand, pulled in a breath, and pulled the pancakes down onto a plate. Except for one, which landed squarely on the busboy's gaping face.

"No fair, yours are better!"

Kanan just shook his head.

"That poodoo'll kill you," he muttered, and stepped behind the counter.

Not the week for it, buddy.

Welcome to Luke's!
Today's Specials:
Pancakes, Served On A Plate
NO WE DON'T SELL PLASMIDS

[OOC: Open!]

Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

With Sparkle still off on his island-escape, Atton hadn't really made much of an effort to be back on the island early, this week. There were only so many hours you could spend watching House Hunters without starting to think about vague plans he'd promised Sia he wouldn't even think about. Better to keep busy, save some kids here, cool some heads there...

The kolto patch slapped over his forehead was by far not the worst thing he'd ever shown up to work with, so he rolled his eyes at Tino's concerned look as he got in, slapped something about lemons up on the specials board, and went behind the counter.

Left, came back with a stool, sat down behind the counter. He was almost over that light concussion, thank you.

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The Bookbelt, Sunday

[cypher_can_fly]

"Well, it's certainly cheery out there."

Did Owen expect the books to speak back? Of course he didn't. He wasn't an idiot. But some days, when the outside was just that dreary, you had to indulge a bit. Say the ridiculous things. Go with the whimsy.

"Doesn't seem like the sort of place they'd treat a book right in either," he added to the bookcase. "You lot are lucky, you're all safe in here with the fantastic Owen Corley and his dusting... rag..."

He squinted at it.

"...of wonder."

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Atlas Gym, Monday (6/17)

[notallbluemonks]

Just because everything looked like it was back to normal this morning didn't mean Beau felt any immense amount of relief about it, because that just felt like it would be playing right into a trap. Or maybe she was just too cynical and inclined toward suspicion to be willing to accept it at face value, but that was just common sense and self-preservation, right?

She did notice that the skyline over on the mainland seemed to be all wrong, which oddly made her feel slightly better about the otherwise apparently normal island, but still. She kind of missed having the Splicers to fight on her walk to work.

Which also looked like it was back to normal, when she arrived, and free of signs of water damage.

So that was nice, at least. Everything else seemed to be in order as well, but rather than just assume as much, Beau was just going to spend a good hour or so at the beginning of her shift checking over all the equipment.

[OOC: Gym and post are open, subject to daytime SP per usual!]