Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

Hey, newbie weekend! A joyous and profitable occasion for Caritas as new underage kids found out they could legally drink at this establishment!

... Atton wasn't thinking about that much at all. Atton was behind the bar with a bunch of plastic take-out pitchers sitting next to him. Atton was... making cocktails.

Very large batches of cocktails. He was on a mission - to head out sometime during his shift to go drop them off with Sparkle.

Anyone entering the establishment had about even odds of encountering Tino instead.

[[ open ]]

The Bookbelt, Sunday

[cypher_can_fly]

Well, the excitement of no longer being the newest person on the island had worn off, perhaps, but the food hadn't!

... Yes, Owen had stolen a fair amount of pastries from the picnic yesterday. Was he snacking on them above the books? Of course not.

... The counter, however, was free game.

Mmm.

[[ open ]]

Stark Industries- Sunday

[thatwaslucky]

Rey had stumbled upon some items that people had brought in for repair that had been left so long that people probably weren't coming to get them again. So her task today was to go through and see what was there and mark the date of anything that had been there long enough to make her wonder but not long enough to consider abandoned.

And she kind of thought maybe she could use a project, so maybe she'd find something in here.

You could take the girl off Jakku, but you couldn't wipe out over a decade's worth of habits just like that.


[Open!]

Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle was kind of in a haze today, but it wasn't... a bad haze, probably? Yesterday a whole lot of Life had been dropped into his lap when he'd figured he'd be able to steal away another few days before facing it down, and that meant that he'd had to actually face some stuff.

Some ugly stuff. Some stuff that maybe he was already wondering if he could ignore by packing up and moving to Antarctica to become a penguin.

What he wasn't expecting when he came in to work today, then, was the weaponized cuteness that Hernando had seeded around the shop, mostly behind counters and in registers, places where random photos of kitties wouldn't catch the eye of paying customers unless Sparkle drew attention to them with a sudden, startled cackle or a high-pitched dolphin noise, or, in one noteworthy incident, a shout of "WHY IS CEILING CAT IN MY TOILET!?"

... Mission accomplished, Hernando. Warm fuzzies achieved.

Demon Marcus was open. And there was even a NOW HIRING sign in the window, because hey, you never knew with the new kids.

[OOC: Open!]