J,GoB; Sunday Morning [08/11].

[beautiful_boc]

After his weekend being a (rather cocky, if you asked him) merchant and then things around the island changing a bit, Boc wasn't having a very good time of things and felt even more tempted to just hole up underneath the counter at the shop, but also, when things seemed to be getting strange, he also felt the need to cling onto something familiar and constant and he hadn't even gotten a cinnamon roll last week because he'd been at Selkie Cove all weekend, so he was making a point of confirming when it was Sunday again and going to go and get one!

There was comfort there, in those constants, especially when so much around him wasn't constant all of a sudden. And it was a good thing, too, that they indeed had cinnamon rolls and his usual spot and everything else like normal at the bakery, or else Boc might have been a bit worried, maybe even panicked!

But for now? Just a beautiful, delicious cinnamon roll, his usual spot in the corner, and hopefully just a nice, normal, routine and downright boring morning!

[[ and open for all your baked good needs, of course! ]]

Around town (aka Santa Monica, CA)- Monday early morning

[throughaphase]

The island had finally reached the end of Route 66. Welcome to Santa Monica!

Leaving the causeway would put you in the middle of… well, okay, the Promenade was mostly high end stores, but there were restaurants and a farmer's market. How many people had been to a mall? Here's one!

If you were tired of the heat, good thing it was a perfect 78 degrees here and sunny. The island cacti had been replaced by palm trees, and there were a few new additions in the form of an In-N-Out, Islands, and an Erewhon. Try the Hailey Bieber smoothie! It's literally $19.

The beach on the island was looking a little different. Do you surf? Have some actual waves! And the boardwalk now looked like the Santa Monica Pier, full of shops and unhealthy snacks, plus a Ferris wheel and some other rides. If you're gonna end a trip, go out with a bang.

Speaking of, people might notice what felt and sounded like heavy footsteps throughout the day. The unfamiliar could probably write it off as a series of bitty earthquakes. Surely it was nothing.


[Last day! A post will go up in the morning for fighty at sunset.]