Luke's Diner; Tuesday [08/27].

[chef_chocobro]

Even though he and Liliana had departed from their little end-of-the-semester celebration in Argentina, the country still lingered with him, as it likely always would, and that was reflected easily in his specials, which he'd practically had ready to whip up as soon as he swept in that day, giving him just that little bit of extra time once everything was set up to just sort of linger behind the counter with his thoughts.

And a can of Ebony. Of course.

He was also staunchly ignoring any questions that Greg might have had about it, too.

Today's Specials

Adado Burger with Provolone and Chimichurri
Black Bean Empanadas
Dulce de Leche Cheesecake

Luke's is open!

Atlas Gym; Tuesday [08/27].

[sword_chocobro]

Usually, the music playing at the gym was pretty quiet and unobtrusive, especially since most people preferred their own with headphones and earbuds, making the rounds through the usual classic pump-up games and poppy dance hits from all across the multiverse. But today, for some reason, it not only decided that the volume would be permanently jacked up higher, but it was just playing the one Chappell Roan song that was guaranteed to get stuck in your head just by thinking of the title (oh, you know the one), much less listening to it loudly and on repeat.

Gladio suspected the gremlin aerobics class was somehow to blame, but that didn't concern him as much as trying to fix it did, a process that really highlighted how he, for all his exuded masculinity, was not a fix-it type of guy, and he should call Prompto to come and handle it, but he eventually tried his general method of fixing problems which was to just hit it really hard, and...

Well, Prompto would have a much bigger task of fixing it now that he'd smashed the sound system, but the music had stopped.

Enjoy your nice quiet day at the gym, folks.

Atlas is open!

Streets of Fandom, Tuesday Morning

[theworst_verine]

Well, a man could only ride that whole found family high for so long before the the reality of staying with Wade Wilson and his seventy something, cocaine addicted roommate started to kick in. The itchy feeling of needing to move on was always there, even as he stubbornly refused to give in this time.

But Wilson was better at observing things than Logan really felt he ought to be or he was eager for a little privacy as he and his girl were circling around each other to figure out what they were now. Could have been a bit of both, honestly. And then meant a place of his own close enough to get dragged into whatever bullshit was happening around the little group he had if the need arose. (And for Laura to keep an eye on him too. Not that Logan would acknowledge that was a thing she needed to do.)

But the castle? Hadn't expected the castle.

"He better not have sent me to fucking EuroDisney."

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Needful Things, Tuesday

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy had rather pettily avoided coming to the store for a good couple weeks there, after his last conversation with Harley. Today, he was back -- if a bit late -- and determined to behave as if none of it had happened.

She'd kind of said he wasn't fired, after all. Even if it was in the process of not understanding the difference between a store and a house.

Whatever. She was running right into Remy's weird stubborn sense of pride and determination to see things through. So. He was back in the store. And had only pocketed a few small items from it so far.

And, sure. Let's throw in a sale on weird bug shit.

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Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Tino was attempting a champagne tower. That in itself didn't bother Kitty, they'd both done that sort of thing before, but it was the way he was doing it.

"I'm pretty sure if you keep stacking them right on top of each other no liquid's actually getting in the glasses," she pointed out, looking up. "Also you shouldn't need a stepladder."

Welcome to Caritas, hope you wore closed toed shoes.


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