Stark Industries- Sunday

[thatwaslucky]

Rey was trying very hard to get some work done today, but she was being shadowed by a little gremlin with a notepad who kept following at her heels every time she got up and moved. She'd tried to ignore it for a while- it was only doing its creepy temp job, apparently- but she finally had it.

"You're making me extremely nervous-"

The gremlin looked up at her with suddenly big, worried eyes, and Rey felt a little bad over a sentence she hadn't even finished yet.

So she changed it. "-that I'm going to step on you. I promise you can see me from right over there just fine."

The gremlin, satisfied with that, hopped on over to where she'd pointed, and started writing notes.

...Wait, was that all she'd ever had to do with them?


[Open!]

Luke's - Sunday

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack wasn't doing radio this term but she didn't see that as a reason not to stop by for her Sunday coffee. She was wearing a green tree boa around her neck like jewelry because, hey, Fjord was pretty and also hell if she knew whether he drank coffee in this form or not but she'd offer him some anyway.

The busboy and cook wouldn't make eye contact. Kanan..

Wasn't there. That was worrying and also.. kind of not. It wasn't the first time he'd been yanked offworld with no notice to go help someone, after all. Still..

"Where is he?" Jack asked flatly, mostly worried those two had played some prank and locked him in the freezer with the Mynocks or something.

"We don't know," the cook said timidly after a moment, "He's just not here today." He brightened, "Hey! Kanan's not here! That means we can make whatever we want!"

"So long as it's pancakes," Jack said cheerfully with a sunny, sunny smile.

The cook quailed and shrank from that smile, "But he's not here!"

"But I? Am. Pancakes," she said in a tone of finality. She reached over and helped herself to the pot of coffee and poured a cup, then poured a tiny bit into a saucer for Fjord. Who didn't seem interested. The cook muttered but he put up the Specials board.

Today's SpecialsBlueberry Pancakes
Funnyface Pancakes
"Right on," Jack said approvingly, "And if the plans for those funnyface pancakes all happen to have brown hair and a chinbeard, lemme tell you right now there's a new guy who fits that bill and he might not be so tolerant as Kanan."

The cook's pout was a little epic. The busboy appeared to be trying not to laugh.

[Luke's is Open! No OCD]

[OOC: Shannon's not able to log in to DW and has spotty internet due to the hurricane damage to NS. I offered to open Luke's for him and Bella let me. Fjord modded with permission until Shannon's back online.]

The Bookbelt, Sunday

[cypher_can_fly]

It was a perfectly ordinary sort of day, and Owen was in a perfectly ordinary sort of mood.

Bar the part where all the books had decided to hide in boxes in the back today.

And so he was stuck going from the back to the front, trying to figure out how he'd somehow wound up living a life where he had to coax books out of their hiding places.

[[ open ]]

Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

Atton had woken up tired, for reasons he didn't understand, and he was now doubly tired as he stood behind the bar.

At least he did have a bar, though. And so, eventually, he drifted towards the coffee machine.

Tino sighed and grabbed for the specials board, shoving it in Atton's face. He squinted, blearily, and wrote,

Today's Special:
Anything with caffeine
in it 10% off
Red Bull also

[[ open ]]

Atlas Gym, Monday (9/9)

[notallbluemonks]

Beau had been trailed her entire way to work this morning by a pigeon. Probably the same one that showed up every now and then to annoy her, but she wasn't paying close enough attention to the damn thing to say for sure. It even divebombed the front door of the gym as she opened it and came crashing inside before she could stop it -- not that she'd been thinking she'd need to stop it, because when did pigeons ever intentionally go indoors?

And now it was perched on the table near the calendar, constantly trying to draw her attention toward today's date.

"I fuckin' get it," she finally burst out, flipping the bird -- the bird. "It's 9/9, okay, what's the big fuckin' deal here? Am I supposed to get this reference or something?"

The pigeon blinked at her a few times, then cooed something that sounded like "Nine," and then took off, darting through the door as someone came through it and back outside.

Beau stared after it while she muttered a few colorful obscenities under her breath, then shrugged and went back to checking over the equipment. "If this is the weirdest damn thing that happens today, I guess that's okay."

[OOC: And work today is going to mean I'm next to nonexistent until evening, probably, so SP will absolutely be a thing but LOOK AT THIS GIRL'S BADASS NEW OFFICIAL CHARACTER PORTRAIT AAAAAAAAAAAA.]