Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

So... Sparkle had been informed via text that he'd inherited management of Fandom's annual (third) Pride event.

... Which had made him make a sound somewhat akin to dolphin sounds. If the dolphin was panicking because it had been put through a blender, because wait, Pride month was almost over. So he'd actually gone outside, wearing every damn knife he could fit on his person and his blaster besides, to make his way to his shop, low-key terrified that he'd get there and it'd be infested with, like, flesh-eating mutant rabbits and all the clothes would be weird grey nightmare cloaks or... something?

They were not! The shop, when he stepped inside, was normal. More normal than he'd seen it since summer had begun, and he even had a shipment in, just waiting to be unboxed. An order, in fact, for Pride garb.

"Oh thank god."

Blaster on his hip and knives close to hand, Sparkle settled in for a shift in his shop, alternating between restocking the racks, setting up a Pride display of rainbow clothes, flags, and t-shirts with cute (or catty) slogans on them, and screaming incoherently while he tried to throw together a flyer to advertise with.

Happy Sunday!

[OOC: Open!]

Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

No fingers, no service!
Free drinks to anyone
who can actually hold
their glass right
(just once)

Caritas was open. Atton was there, uninjured, cleaning the counter and functioning like a champ now that his repression mechanisms had been recalibrated.

[[ open! ]]