The Perk | Friday Morning

[knife_bender]

There was a boy in schoolboy uniform and knee socks at the Perk this morning. Diego didn't get to leave the house alone often--he didn't sneak out nearly as much as Klaus did--but he knew how to order a black coffee without people thinking he had been in a cave for the last fourteen years.

He took seat by the window so he could people watch. Okay maybe he was a little bit sheltered compared to the average person.

[Open!]

Turtle & Canary; Friday [11/20].

[white_oleander]

You know, it always was something special when this island managed to genuinely throw Astrid through another loop these days, and she was pretty sure being hit on a by de-aged version of her teacher and boss was definitely up there, but at least all of those industry parties Ron used to hold at the house put her in a good position to deal with things like that. And she thought about skipping out on work today because of it, but, really, it sounded like everyone who was de-aging was doing it mentally, too, so Kyōraku-san probably didn't even realize he even owned a store.

Sometimes, Astrid wasn't so sure he realized he even owned a store normally, honestly.

So she was there, and making sure to work extra hard because apparently it hit Apu, too, but instead of him outwardly despising her, he was just being awkward and shy, and she was pretty sure he was trying to impress her with his sweeping skills.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Pizza Rolls
Sunny D
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

Rey had no idea if Anakin was showing up today, but it looked like regular training was on hold due to him being that young. So she headed to the warehouse like normal, where she set up some remotes, turned up the difficulty, and got to work on deflecting the bolts.

And then once she was done here she could totally start finding people to see what age they were because this was fantastic.

[Open!]

The Park, Friday Morning

[weirderthanthou]

Nobody had come to pick up Jesse all day yesterday. She'd stayed put in the strange apartment she'd woken up in, expecting the doctors to come by, to poke at her again. She didn't know why they'd moved her. She didn't really want to know.

Maybe they'd just call me crazy for asking.

But nobody had come into the apartment yesterday.

So this morning, she had slipped out. And started walking. This didn't look like Michigan, or even the original facility in Vermont. It wasn't as cold as it had been two days ago.

She finally sat down when she found a bench in the park, opposite a little pond with lots of birds in it. They're pretty.

She watched them for a while, her focus turning increasingly inward. Lost in thought. Are you still there? Or have I really been making you up? Polaris...? Polaris?

Jesse pulled her legs up onto the bench too, and wrapped her arms around them.

[[ open, tw for mention of bad experiences with mental health professionals ]]

The Junkyard, early afternoon

[sith_happened]

After Ethics, Anakin and Nina headed down to the junkyard to borrow a ship.

Well.

"Borrow."

Turned out that teenaged Anakin maybe needed to pay more attention in said Ethics class.

"I know how to make that one fly," he boasted, pointing to a familiar shuttlecraft.

(Because it was his when he wasn't being a high school senior. Grand theft shuttlecraft was less complicated when you were stealing your own stuff.)

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

No, Samael didn't have a clue he was supposed to be working the Devil's Nest tonight. He'd been wandering around the island in the pretty red tunic he'd found in that one house, making the odd attempt to fly back home and failing for reasons he couldn't parse, and trying to adjust to this jarring new place.

It had to be one of Dad's experiments. There seemed no other credible explanation. It irritated him; this was what He was ignoring everyone else for?

And then he'd run into a gruff man outside the Devil's Nest, and the gruff man had given him a drink that... wasn't half bad, actually. And then the man had waved him in and pointed him to this large black and white... table? Thing? Standing in the room.

Anyway, if anyone needed Samael, he was behind the piano, poking at keys until they started making noises that sounded pleasant, especially if strung in sequence...