Octavia's Birthday Bonfire - The Beach, Friday Evening

[magnusrushesin]

Since it was Octavias first birthday celebration that Magnus was aware of, he was gonna make sure it was fun.

That translated to a big ol' bonfire, food supplied by someone not him, and a selection of drinks.

Also, s'mores. Very important, the s'mores.

Now all he had to do is take out his stone of farspeech and send a text... "Birthday cake emoji, birthday cake emoji, Octavia's birthday party at the palm tree emoji beach exclamation point exclamation point. Done."

[open party post! Handwave that text invite!]

Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [10/11].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Although the differences over the past week had been fairly subtle for Sidon, he was glad to be feeling more like himself again that morning instead of just hiding out due to lack of proper icons. So much so that he started his day out with a quick swim around the island to get used to having his bulk and height back, even if the weather was starting to get colder again. He was trying not to think about that too much, though, because winter really was such a hassle.

It would, though, in a sense, be his last winter, though, he realized, as he was thinking about things while going about his work in the store (the fishtanks, he noticed, had already been done, and he made a note to properly thank Prompto when he had the chance). His last winter in Fandom, he should amend, because he certainly hoped he wouldn't find himself in a place where travels to other winter-like places were completely out of his reach! But still...

Sidon shook his head, and went back to stocking things on the higher shelves with ease. Perhaps another reason not to think too much about winter, because winter would be followed by spring, which would be followed by...graduation.

Furndado is open!

The Park, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

The weather had finally started to take a turn toward autumn around here, it seemed, and the slight chill in the air was what Kanan was choosing to put his focus into today, rather than how thankful he was to be back to normal even while a large number of the island's residents still weren't. Being back to normal now meant there was a frame of reference for the rest, hopefully, and it was easy enough to haul the bamboo shinai to the park in any case, so that the margin for injury during training today was minimized somewhat.

Sure, he had his lightsaber out and was doing some fairly acrobatic forms today while he waited for anybody who might decide to join him today, but after a week of knocking his knuckles on the sides of kitchen counters and accidentally knocking his chest into corners, could anybody really blame him?

[OOC: Open! Slight SP in there while I do my democratic duty and then do some errands.]

Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Tino was... sulking, tonight at Caritas.

"You gonna be okay over there?"

In reply, Tino just looked down at his chest and gave one disconsolate bounce on his toes.

Fjord squinted a little bit at that.

"I've got no idea if that's a no," he admitted, and then he shook his head and went to set up the bar for the night on his own.

[OOC: Open!]

Syndulla Scrap, Friday

[futurespacemom]

Kanan was back to normal, but Hera was not, although at least she had a better idea (maybe) of how long this would be lasting. Also, she now had properly fitting flight gear, which was much better, and on top of it, they'd given the Empire a very bad day yesterday, so Hera was in a pretty good mood.

Even if the bitey bits did seem a little skeptical of her. Fortunately, they were susceptible to bribes of metal and rubdowns. That didn't say much for the security of the scrapyard, but at least it meant Rusty stopped lunging at her.

Chopper, on the other hand, was grumbling. Probably about weird organics, but she was determinedly not listening.


Syndulla Scrap was open!

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Liam had woken up that morning to find himself back to... normal? Although 'normal' implied finding the body he'd had for the past four days weird in a way he hadn't, particularly.

He'd kind of been dreading the types of phone calls he'd get today, but it was all surprisingly run of the mill. Which he was fine with.

The Perk, Friday Noon

[my_own_advocate]

"What do you mean, you don't serve brunch? You are a lunch establishment, aren't you? There are rolls on your menu. Rolls and coffee. All you need now is to toss in a few mimosas, and expand the buffet..."

There were days Lucifer hated this backwards island almost more than he feared the thought of returning to LA. Today was one of them.

He sighed, slumping against the edge of the counter. "Just because you look like discount Starbucks doesn't mean you need to be," he pointed out. "Your competitors are a diner and a bakery. Surely it's not difficult to find ways to improve your offerings?"

The barista just sighed. "Do you still want your..." She peered down at the receipt. "...salted caramel mocha frappucino with five pumps of frap roast, four pumps of caramel sauce, four pumps of caramel syrup, three pumps of mocha, three pumps of toffee nut syrup, double blended with extra whipped cream."

A pause.

"Yes," said Lucifer. Beat. "With champagne."

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