Selkie Cove; Saturday [08/03].

[beautiful_boc]

The Merchant wasn't quite sure where he'd wound up that morning, but, well, they weren't nomadic for nothing, now, were they? After having looked around for where his donkey may have ended up with no such success, he'd made a quick, albeit just a touch nervous, assessment of his surroundings. Odd. All very odd, but surely no one would notice just a few things gone missing, making their way from the shelves of the sort of...was it a storehouse of sorts?...and into his packs. No matter, he'd be on his way soon enough, and an assessment of the area eventually lead him to finding a little nook, out of the way enough to not cause any trouble, but hopefully not so much that a few wandering souls might not pass by and feel compelled to relieve themselves of a couple hundred runes here and there.

He'd started a warm and crackling fire and, hunched over in his shaggy cloak and feathered cap, he'd settled in front of it. He cradled his instrument in his lap, but he did not play. He mostly just sat and watched the flames beside the lake, and wondered where he might find himself a new mount to continue on his journeys elsewhere, or if he should just remain here as a new spot to claim.

He supposed only time would tell...

[[ open! with a work-sp warning~ ]]

Midnight Manor Boarding House Kitchen, Saturday Afternoon

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Arden, who had gone to sleep Arden and then woken up still the same Arden, currently had no idea that island was doing anything weird. She was bopping around in the kitchen, making up a tasty pot of shrimp and grits, while her Spotify daily playlist sang songs of 'energy rage'. Whatever that meant, it had her doing cute little dance moves and singing along in the kitchen as she peeled and chopped and boiled and browned.

Some weekends were just really good weekends, you know?

[open! Though with an SP warning attached because ahhhhh]

The Park; Saturday Afternoon [08/03].

[hashtag_chocobro]

The problem with discovering that you might actually be this place's Hero of Time was that Dink didn't even know where to begin, after he left Liz's house. He rolled around in the streets for a bit, but he didn't really have a lot of guidance on what the next step was. Probably had to meet some helpful person to point him in the right direction! Or maybe he needed to get more rupees and get something from one of the shops!

Well, a good way to find rupees was in the grass, right? So he came out of his roll when he got to the park, pulled the sword, which looked like a lot of rocks just cobbled together (a sword for BASHING,not for CUTTING, really) from behind his back, frowned a little that the grass wasn't longer, and then crouched down to get to work.

Spinning mightily with the blade to slice through the tips of the grass.

"Hrrryah!" he called out, with each spin. "Hrrryah!Hrrryah!"

[[ open park is ooopen!]]

The Perk Late Saturday morning

[wildgalegirl]

There'd been a state dinner at the White House last night and Charlie'd had maybe a bit more to drink than he should have so he'd gone back to his desk outside the Oval Office to have some coffee before he headed home. He'd thought he must have fallen asleep at his desk - a more common happenstance than you might think - but he'd woken up in a dorm room. How he'd gotten there he had no idea, but he was going to blame Josh for it.

Luckily the woman who seemed to live there was nowhere to be seen. He did a little judicious snooping and couldn't find anything helpful except that a look out the window showed him he was not in DC. He'd tried to call Josh. And Toby. And C.J. And Sam. Nothing. Finally he took a deep breath and tried Leo.

Nothing.

He straightened his suit as best he could - and okay, he'd had a sliver of one of the pies in the frig, just because his stomach was growling so loudly it was embarassing.

The next order of business was coffee, so he'd made his way out into this odd little village and found a place called The Perk.

"Your largest coffee, please, just black, and one of those breakfast sandwiches." The barista looked a little oddly at his suit but before long he'd taken a seat only to get up again. "Is there a newspaper I could buy? .... What do you mean I can just look up the news on my cell phone?"

And why did he have this niggling urge to go buy new undewrwear?



Open coffeeshop is open!