Trooper Station | Saturday

[knife_bender]

So, his father was here. For some reason. He couldn't believe Mom or Pogo hadn't given him the head's up so he could leave town. Rude, is what that was.

Didn't really occur to him that somebody here might be dead, no.

"Law enforcement," Reginald said, giving the troopers a once over. "I raised you better than this, Number Two."

Sir Reginald was acab, confirmed.

Diego looked up from where he had been texting (begging) Annie to not come into work today, but not giving her an exact reason why. "If it helps, we are barely cops, Dad."

[Pls hold for event weekend OCD Open]

Wellspring Arms, Saturday

[thedadalorian]

The kid was still acting strangely, standing at the large window into the shop to peer out at the street like he was waiting for someone to show up.

Hopefully just expected ice cream or something.

But Din was keeping an eye on him as he fixed one of his blasters at the counter. It wasn't like there was a huge run on guns here and also he apparently ran the place. Or it ran itself.

One of those two.

[open!]

Saturday Morning- Dwight's Apartment and Workshop- FoD

[alwaysonguard]

 For the first time in far too long, Dwight had slept without dreams. There was no need to dream about Lizzie. She was here- however temporarily that might be. Dwight shifted slightly in the recliner as he began to wake up and smiled as he looked down at his daughter who was still sound asleep, snuggled beside him. With a smile Dwight thought back to last night.

Learning that this...gift.... the island had given him of brining Lizzie back was only a weekend thing. That had been hard to deal with.  But Dwight knew that if they really only had two days then he was going to make the most of it.

It hadn't taken Lizzie long at all to find the stack of books Dwight had brought with him- including the huge story book that had always been her favorite.  So after some milk and cookies, they had settled down and Dwight read all of her favorite stories from the book. He read until she fell asleep in his arms, and eventually, at some point in the night, he had finally lost the battle and had drifted off to sleep as well.

Now as he sat there, his daughter back in his arms where she belonged, Dwight didn't want this to end. He wasn't going to think about that right now. He was just going to enjoy having his daughter back.


"Good morning sleepy head" he said with a smile as Lizzie started to wake up.



(For Dwight and Lizzie, but also open for anyone who wants to stop by)

Caritas- Saturday

[fates_jaye]

It was dead people weekend! So Jaye figured people probably needed drinks and she could get some decent tips.

Thus she actually came to work, like two weeks in a row.

YOU PROBABLY NEED SOME SHOTS
WE HAVE SHOTS HERE

Jaye was good at marketing.

The Park, Saturday Morning

[stykera]

Stark had, eventually, gotten over his initial shock from yesterday at least enough to take Zhaan home. He'd tried, and failed, to explain everything that had happened since the last time she had made a visit here. Nearly everything. He had avoided a few topics, for now. There was simply too much for one night even for two people who could share thoughts without words.

It had been a long night, though one he wouldn't have missed for anything. She was here, even if it was only for a brief time, and he was doing his best to enjoy every moment of this that he could.

Right now, he simply wanted to show her around the island he was once again calling home. Perhaps even introduce her to some of his friends should they run into any of them.

He thought she would enjoy the park and had brought her there after a stop at the Perk for beverages. There had been plenty of baked goods already in his apartment between the cupcakes he'd made yesterday and the cookies he'd purchased on Thursday.

"It's a good place to just sit, sometimes," he said after they'd settled on a bench. "Sometimes I just need to be outside. And there are the ducks. It's usually peaceful. Or we'd could go to the beach? We can go everywhere. It's not a very large island, but you know that. From the last time."

"I know," she agreed, smiling and patting his hand gently. "And I am happy to see all of it you'd like to show me."

[Open for any Park, Stark, or lovely blue bald alien woman needs you may have!]

Fandom Fire Station, Saturday

[designateddadfriend]

Pruitt had taken his dear sweet time getting to the fire station since the mun had spent most of yesterday in transit, so Travis blessedly had no idea that he was being visited by the deceased.

Until he walked into the garage and saw a familiar form frowning at the engine.

". . . Captain?!"

"Montgomery." Captain Pruitt Herrera turned to look at him over his shoulder, arms folded across his chest. "You call this an engine?"

And just like that, Travis was a probie all over again, trying to catch up with the seasoned fire fighters. (And he hadn't even been a probie under Herrera!) "It's -- I know it's small. But the streets around here --"

"Don't make excuses, Montgomery. It's not the size of the engine that matters." He nodded down to the chrome bumper. "You call that clean?!"

If anyone wanted a firefighter today, they'd find him scrubbing down all the trucks, under the watchful, stern eye of Station 19's greatest captain.

[open but slow, as I am AT THE BEEEEACH]

Luke's Diner, Saturday

[what_the_shock]

Blissfully unaware of any weirdness this weekend, Miguel headed into work as normal.

He got his coffee.

He stared at the specials board, which the cook had already written today. "I don't get it. Are we testing the oven?"

The cook gave him a look, shared a shrug with the dishwasher, and went back to work.

Miguel sighed and got more coffee.

Today's Specials
Twice baked french toast
Twice-cooked chips
Resurrection rolls

Luke's was open!

The Perk

[unusual_sith]

It was almost time to be heading home, and Lana still felt like she had so many things to plan!

So today she did what any self-respecting (in her mind) Sith would do - she went to the coffee shop, got a nice large caffeinated, sugary beverage, and sat down at a table with her holocomm and tablet to make lists and make sure she wouldn't forget anything.



[Open Perk for your coffee or Sith needs!]

J,GoB, Saturday Morning

[grayskollar]

Adora was not having a very good weekend, and after a brief and unsuccessful attempt to escape the island was trying to deal with her feelings the best way she knew.

Well, second best, but since there was no way she was going anywhere near the dorms right now, the punching bag in that gym was out. But as second best options went, a buttery, sugary pastry thing the size of her head was a very good second best.

[Open!]