Parents' Weekend Brunch, Sunday

[bigdamnprincipal]

The glittering of the park continued as everything was set up for a nice brunch, so everyone could have one last chance to hang out with their relatives, have a few more awkward introductions, and make people eat some more strange Earth food.

Pancakes, at least, had to be pretty universal, right?

Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle had gotten a bit of socializing out of his system this week, which meant he actually felt mostly okay heading in to work even with guests roaming the island. He had some housekeeping he needed to take care of in case he got the call from his lawyer, anyway. Mostly month-end paperwork crap and then maybe looking into getting orders taken care of for the winter months, too.

... Yes, he was aware of how ridiculous it probably was to order winter clothes with weather like this right now, but if things came crashing down around his head, he didn't figure he'd be able to really focus on that stuff later, either. And this way he could hand-pick a nice winter coat for Hernando, because the poor sucker thought he'd be able to weather a winter in Toronto with sweaters.

That accomplished, he settled in with a sketchbook and started noodling at costume designs, feet up on the counter. It was his counter, he was allowed.

[OOC: Open!]

Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

"What are you doing?"

"Making waf--"

"It's Sunday," Kanan interrupted, raising an eyebrow at the cook.

"But there's a brunch serving pancakes already," the cook protested.

"I don't care," Kanan informed him. Stance, at his side, barked his agreement. "This is Summer's last Sunday on the island, there are going to be pancakes."

Grumbling, the cook set to work, readying the pancake supplies.

Which, in fairness, weren't all that different from the waffle supplies anyway. It was just the principle of the whole thing.

That accomplished, Kanan settled behind the counter, put on a fresh pot of coffee, and scrounged up a couple of pieces of bacon to throw to his dog while they waited for Summer to come pick him up for some quality puppy time before she made her way off to... you know. Coruscant.

[OOC: Open!]

The rocky bits- Sunday evening

[thatwaslucky]

Rey had seen the Falcon off, in slightly better condition than it had been before, and it had left her both glad she'd been able to have the last few days, and already missing them. Part of her had wanted to go back with them, but she also knew she was doing what she had to in order to be able to help more later, so she hadn't even seriously considered it. Still.

Her apartment felt too quiet now, though, and it felt like it was going to be one of those lonely nights she'd used to hate, so she'd gone out to the rocky bits to sit and watch the sky over the water, because... why not? It was pretty, and she didn't do this enough.

And then she heard a familiar trilling coming from her left, and saw a porg land on a rock not far from her, joining one that she hadn't even realized was there.

"You have good timing," Rey told it.


[Needed to establish a thing but can totally be open!]

Caritas, Sunday

[suitably_heroic]

"Come on, Mical, chug, it'll be good for you!"

Mical eyed Atton over his (massive) pint. "I told you," he said solemnly, "I'm not drinking anything named an... 'Eilish Bomb Shot'?"

"Irish Bomb Shot," Atton sighed. "And come on, it's not even the most alcoholic thing I could give you." He held up the shot. "Just drop it in the glass and drink it, space, even you must've been young once!"

"Atton--"

"Ugh," Brianna muttered, snatched the shot out of Atton's hand, dropped it in the pint glass, and slammed back the drink. "Men."

"See? Even she's better at this than you are, and she lived under an ice sheet for most of her life," Atton said, snickered, and turned around to clean a bunch of glasses, just in case the parents-or-whatever were going to roll in later.


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Atlas Gym, Monday (9/30)

[notallbluemonks]

Beau had not had any surprise visitors over the weekend, and she was probably never going to admit exactly how relieved she was by that. (Which was a lot. The idea of her father finding out about this place was more than a little bit terrifying.)

It probably had something to do with the almost cheerful way she was making her rounds today, not even stopping to fling some smartass remark at the morning spin class (best employee ever here) or doing more than roll her eyes at the guy who always took more weights off the rack than he could even handle and didn't put any of them back when he was done.

It probably also had something to do with how much energy she was putting into her staff drills, but that too was something she wouldn't be admitting.

[OOC: Gym/post open, of course!]