Syndulla Scrap; Tuesday [11/05].

[howareyanow]

Wayne could only assume that the chair was still there at the scrapyard; the tarp, at least, was still there, draped over something vaguely chair-like in shape, so there was no reason to believe there was anything else under it except the chair. But Wayne wasn't about to go check for himself. Some things were just better left unknown.

He was going to be fairly diligent in sorting through some of the other scrap, though, and in trying to organize it a bit by moving things from here to here, if only because it just felt like a bit of a duty now, to try and uncover anything that might be equally disturbing or unsettlin' himself so that no one else would have to go through the trauma of what other horrors might lurk there.

Syndulla Scrap is open!

Fandom Post Office, November 5 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

"Absolutely not," Éponine said to the two gremlins who'd scurried out of the storage room holding a string of Christmas lights and some tinsel. "I don't care what anybody else does, it's too damned early for that nonsense, and isn't there some business with turkeys coming up first? It isn't fair to skip right over that, it's not."

(She had an agreement with the gremlins who frequented the post office: she kept them supplied with some little treats and things they wanted from the mainland, and they left her ankles alone.)

"You put those back, right now," she said, eyeing them sternly, and the two gremlins sagged a bit in disappointment but trudged back to the storage room, and emerged again shortly with a large, cartoonish turkey made of posterboard. "That's better, there you go."

If doing the decorating around here kept them happy, that suited her just fine.

[OOC: IDEK, but really, when do I ever? Post office/post open!]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty had gotten a call from Logan before coming in to work, and now she was trying to get things done around trying to figure out the things she needed to do before leaving for a few days.

And then she'd look at Tino and think... yeah, maybe she should hire on more people for times like this.

Caritas was Open, even if your bartender was making to-do lists on her phone.

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Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [11/05].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

It felt more than a little awkward coming in to work today after building battle robots in class earlier, especially when all Tisarwat wanted to do now was think of any last minute changes she could make and start trying to figure out things with her implants and her phone. But she was trying not to think about it, especially if Breq came up to visit and have tea like usual. Instead, she was putting away some things that had come in, and then tried to focus on all the different instruments available, looking up more information about them on her phone in her downtime, wondering if she would have any talent for any of them.

Probably not. There was really only one way to find out, she supposed, and maybe one of these days, she'd give it a try.

She was letting the stereo do its own thing today, which apparently meant some fairly chill indie pop stuff that had her head bobbing a little as she worked without ever realizing it.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Luke's, Tuesday

[betterthanaplan]

So. Duke had a diner now. He still wasn't entirely sure how that had even happened, much less what to do with it now that it had, but the fact that there was a whole staff standing in front of him, eyeing him suspiciously even as they waited for instructions as to what to do seemed to confirm that the events in here last Wednesday hadn't actually been a fever dream. He really had just been given a diner. That he was now expected to, like, run.

Which meant he also really had thrown a young woman across the place after she bled on him, but he made the executive decision to not look too closely at that memory just yet.

"Look. Guys. I just came in here to grab some breakfast before heading to beach yoga. I'm sure you all know how to handle things yourselves." One of them handed him a thick folder. Duke looked it over. "Why does this say 'payroll'?"

The staff collectively crossed their arms and stared at him.

"Payroll. Right. Yes, ever important." Duke rubbed his forehead. "I will get right on that. After beach yoga." He flipped through the folder. "Because I am going to need all my zen for this."

Today's specials


Luke's was open.

The beach, Tuesday morning

[betterthanaplan]

So after running by the diner and being informed that he'd not just been left the keys, but also the payroll, Duke was more than ready to lose himself in some proper fucking yoga this week.

This island was fucking with his calm yogi center like crazy.

He sat down to meditate first, rather than diving right into his warm up the way he usually would. Facing the waves, he let the sound and smell wash over him, digging his hands gently into the sand by his hips. The waves were low and gentle here, soft and evenly spaced, and he slowly let his breath match their rolling tempo.

He made it through 21 years of Haven, Maine. He could manage at least a semester in Fandom.

[open! Mini-spam done for the day.]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had been on this island for a month or two, and in that time the Devil's Nest had achieved a vast range of improvements. Such as the piano, which stood on a little plateau in the middle of the bar.

How had Lucifer gotten the keys? Not even Eric would've been able to explain it. Whatever the case, there was a glass of whiskey sitting on the piano, and a devil behind the piano.

Radiohead, again. Though at least it wasn't that one song. It was that other song.

Yes, the bar was open. And yes, Tiny was present to take your orders. Lucifer was just here to play piano.

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