Devil's Nest | Sunday Evening

[long_memory]

Silver had a quiet weekend, which he was mostly grateful for. He didn't even want to imagine the mess he'd have to explain if anyone from Nassau had shown up here. Still, that part of him that did miss people back home was being a little louder than usual. It brought a slightly melancholy tinge to his drinking tonight.

Not that it looked much different from his usual drinking.

Selkie Peak, Sunday Afternoon

[notarockharpist]

Jester was determined to draw the entire island in her sketchbook if she could get away with it, and neither Yasha nor Beau's offers to get her a phone just so she could take pictures of all of it had convinced her in the slightest -- something about the drawings being her way of communing with the Traveler, which Yasha could respect, even if it was a little weird to her given that the Stormlord only talked to her through cryptic visions and, well, storms.

Also, as Beau had pointed out, Jester needed to be able to leave her little Traveler pamphlets and dick drawings everywhere. And Jester was determined to spend as much time with both of them as possible this weekend, so despite some reluctance on Yasha's part, she'd accompanied them on a long, meandering tour around the town this afternoon so they could do just that, and now they'd come up here to take a break and enjoy the view.

It wasn't so bad, she decided, taking a seat a little bit away from Jester and Beau as the two of them plotted out some scheme for Jester to rope Nott into, so they could prank Caleb and Fjord when she got home, and debating whether they could talk Caduceus into helping out with it. Being sort of adjacent to that group, even if she wasn't really a part of it -- it wasn't so bad.

[OOC: Last episode gave me so many found family feels I have to cope with them somehow, but open for SP if you want, I guess.]

The Millennium Falcon- Shipyard parking- Sunday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

Rey had every intention of at least popping into work today to see if there was anything that needed to be done today, but the later it got the more the odds of that actually happening dropped. There was always something to be fixed on the Falcon, and having Poe flying it did make her nervous no matter how much he insisted that all the blown-up X-wings weren't his fault, so she wanted to make sure it was in the best condition it could be today, right now, at this moment, before something else happened to it.

Mostly she just wanted more time with these people before they all started scattering for work again. She felt like that part could go unsaid.


[I am incredibly lazy today. Post and landing ramp open!]

A Spot on the Beach, Late Sunday Morning

[okteiviakom]

There was a lot of life on the island this weekend, but Octavia's favorite stretch of beach, near the lighthouse, was as peaceful as it always was. She'd come here to take a break - from what, she couldn't really say - with the intention of just maybe sitting around for a while, listening to the waves, watching the horizon. But, almost as soon as she'd arrived, she'd realized that wasn't enough. She didn't want to be still.

So she'd done some stretches, grateful she'd opted for leggings and a hoodie, and was now getting into her Warrior poses. Some nearby porgs wandered up to her as she moved into II, one of them giving her an indignant-sounding squawk.

"Sha, strikon. Ai na dula dison op soulou, seintaim."

Just like she had all those years in the bunker.

[ooc: Mainly for one, and then another, but open!]