The Park; Saturday Afternoon [11/27].

[sake_shinigami]

There was something that Shunsui had been woefully remiss about appreciating pretty much all this year so far, and that was his particular expertise in the art of park bench napping. And here it was already starting to get too cold to truly enjoy it already! Almost. There was quite a bit of a chill settling in as the island moseyed its way on toward the (presumably) inevitable New England winter, but there were maybe a few good days left for someone of Shunsui's particular fortitude to enjoy before it just became unbearable.

Or perhaps just the one, which was why he felt he should take advantage of this day in particular to roll out of bed, wash down ssome breakfast with some sake, take some old buns that were sitting in the back of his fridge with him to appease the ducks a little bit before finding a nice bench, stretching out comfortable in a sea of robes, pulling his hat down over his face, and settling in for a good park bench nap.

And should he find himself perhaps disturbed by some beautiful woman passing by, well, then...he would consider himself lucky. And if not? Well, then. He'd still be getting an excellent nap out of it, so, either way, he came out better off than before!

Of course, there was the chance that he might be disturbed by someone not a beautiful woman, but that possibility was one he felt wasn't even worth considering.

[[ look who decided to wake up (so to speak) in my brain a little bit for a change. Park is open for all your sleepy shinigami or entirely unrelated park needs! ]]

Surf's Up - Saturday

[mother_love]

 Billy had made some semblance of progress at the shop the last wee or so. The inside were all cleaned and straightened up finally looking less like a run down shop and just... well... an empty shop.  An inventory shopping list was made up and sitting on the counter ready to be called in as soon as Billy figured out where to find said supplier.

As he was sorting through the final room in the back, he managed to get the door, which had posed quite the problem as none of his keys that had come with the mysterious letter seemed to fit the lock. With the mystery room opened, Billy had spent the morning going through the oddly empty and weirdly laid out room. It was then he stumbled upon a control panel of some kind on the one counter area in the room.

Brushing off the tick layer of dust and cobwebs he squinted at the yellow block letters that were printed there. "What in the world is a Hollo-Deck anyways?" he muttered.


(Post Open)

Luke's Diner, Saturday

[what_the_shock]

Miguel had come in and gotten his coffee. He'd drunk two cups already. So why did he still have a headache?

"Look, that's not -"

"They're not actual leftovers! It's tradition!"

Miguel sighed. "You know what, fine. You do you."

Today's Specials
Leftover Thanksgiving panini
Leftover stuffing waffles
Leftover Thanksgiving nachos


Luke's was open!

JGoB - Saturday Morning

[flamesburned]

It had been an interesting week and a bit. First she had completely broken down in front of Prompto and told him everything (and had broken down in front of his friend but Liz was trying not to focus so much on that so much).

Even though she had been nervous about going home and seeing everyone after Pittsburg, she had been glad that Prompto had encouraged her to go and had gone with her. She knew it was probably way too soon in their … well … she supposed it was a relationship, for her to take him back home to visit her family but the visit had actually gone rather well all things considering, at least she thought it did hopefully Prompto hadn't gone home and then had a nervous breakdown, she didn't want to have to explain that to his friends and give them more cause to hate her. Even with Abe revealing all of Prompto’s private details about his life and Helboy being Hellboy to begin with but she was pretty sure he considered Prompto a close friend now, he had even offered to give him one of his cats, which she had not been expecting when she initially asked Prompto to go home with her.

It had been nice to see everyone and even the other agents who were not Hellboy and Abe, they had welcomed her back, no one had judged her or said that she shouldn’t have been back … in a way it was like she had never left.

Like it had been before Pittsburg. She had missed Hellboy and Abe’s banter and the way she had fallen back in that routine of the three of them …

She didn’t want to go back to the BPRD as an Agent, she knew that, she liked being with Prompto in Fandom and running the Photo Hut but she didn’t think she was as afraid to return home now as she had been.

Last week she had been a sobbing mess at the Perk, this week well … she was feeling more hopeful that maybe things were going to be okay.

So now she was treating herself to a mint chocolate cake and feeling more optimistic than she had been for a long while.

[open!]