Chilly Boulder, Sunday Afternoon

[imafuturist]

Well, after falling in a hole and then the whole nonsense with the fire alarms, the store was having a Re-Grand Reopening event. Which mostly just featured assurance that the sprinkler systems would not randomly be going off on their patrons.

Look, it was an ice cream shop in a small town. It was doing it's best here.

Tony eyed the specials speculatively, knowing full well that the giant boat of ice cream was for someone with a stronger constitution than him. Probably Steve, really. Or Thor.

[so very open!]

Stark Industries- Sunday

[thatwaslucky]

Rey had expected that this week would be busier now that things were normal again. She didn't expect it to be quite this busy.

There was a backload of stuff to do, and the gremlin kept getting overwhelmed and going for breaks, and Rey wasn't entirely sure he was coming back today. Which meant that next week she might become the first person to give a gremlin a lecture and not get bitten.

(Hopefully.)


[Open!]

Devil's Nest | Sunday Evening

[long_memory]

Silver supposed the cans of pineapple rings were meant for him to, like, come up with some creative Olympics display but he was not that creative of a person nor that hard of a worker. So he just cracked open a can of one of them and was having rum with a side of pineapple. Bon Appetit.

The Park, Sunday Afternoon

[1000yearstoolate]

Taking Issa to the park was quite uncomplicated these days, since she had completely lost any interest in climbing trees, and preferred to watch the ducks. Just the ducks, not the flamingos. The flamingos didn't exist. Seivarden was sipping on her tea while the cat lay under a bush, tails whipping back and forth, while the ducks swam by, unfazed.

Seivarden was swiping through her photos from home when she heard a splash, and looking up she saw Issa rushing towards her, completely soaked. Her fluffy fur clung to her body, and she looked miserable as she hid under the bench Seivarden was sitting on.

"Do you want to go home?"

Issa began to lick her fur, and Seivarden decided to wait, knowing that the cat would let her know what she wanted. She always did.

[Open!]