J,GoB; Sunday Morning [11/24].

[beautiful_boc]

Boc was, unsurprisingly, completely out of the loop as far as anything that might have been going on that weekend. After all, he kept mostly to himself and it hadn't done anything to him, so why would have have? All he knew was that he did eventually have to extract himself from underneath all those coats eventually and get back to work, and just mill about the shop as usual until Sunday came around.

And, when Sunday came around, he'd meander his way on over to the bakery, for his usual cinnamon roll, which he took over to his usual table in the corner, after receiving a rather cryptic but chuckling comment from the server that commented on how it was a good thing Boc got here bright and early before all the kids got there first!

Leaving Boc to settle in and wonder what in the world he might have meant by that and if it was something he needed to be worried about.

[[ open bakery is open, of course! ]]

The Ink Spot, Sunday

[theworst_verine]

Well, someone woke up not themselves yesterday and then spent way too long trying to get out of the apartment to find food that wasn't a thing of mustard in the fridge. Logan, please just get your life together. For yourself if nothing else!

But he'd managed to find a book store and the whole walk had taken it out of him. So he, James, was just going to settle in with a book as he considered what to do next. Since there was absolutely no supervision going on.

[open!]

Chilly Boulder- Sunday afternoon

[seriesofbaddecisions]

There was a kid behind the counter today, which was probably the only reason Sabine had been allowed to get this much ice cream. She had a banana split dish that was overflowing with scoops of flavors she'd chose based on which colors she'd liked best. Which, now that she was eating it, was maybe not the best idea. Blue bubblegum and cotton candy went together okay, but they did not mix well with mint chocolate chip or rainbow sherbet, and none of them tasted good with chocolate, which she'd gotten because it was chocolate and she had to.

She was eating it anyway, because ice cream. But she was occasionally making "ew" faces as she did.


[Slow but open!]

The beach, Sunday afternoon

[sith_happened]

Anakin and his new best friend, Thor, had spent most of yesterday in the junkyard on a pastry-and-sugar fuelled engineering binge (with breaks for fake sword fights because there were a lot of cool metal poles in the junkyard, too, all right).

Now it was time for the testing portion of their new podracer! They'd dragged their probable deathtrap pride and joy down to the beach, along with the engines to make it work.

"It'll work," Anakin was assuring Thor with a nod. "I'm very good at this stuff."

And so modest!

[OOC: So open.]