The Perk, Friday Afternoon (Friday)

[weirderthanthou]

The staff of the Perk were used to shenanigans. Weird lights? New piece of island? Pfft. The only person who was even a little taken aback was the newbie, and they had already dealt with advent this year.

No, the baristas made their coffee, tables were cleaned, and the Perk's seats were free and cosy to anyone looking to read the paper just obviously enough to invite conversation. Come on, get it while it's hot!

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[myfifthrodeo]

"So, uh," Rosa said as she ordered her coffee. "Maybe this is just me, but I could have sworn there wasn't a weird research station looking thing sticking off the island, yesterday?"

The barista gave her a pitying look, and 10% off her order.

[drumsticksandd20s]

Today was Steph's... 26th? 28th?

Anyway, it was her birthday today, time skips be damned, and that called for a really big, whipped cream and sprinkles (rainbow, obviously) covered hot caramel latte. Said latte ordered, she staked out a table for herself near the door and promptly covered the table with sketches of NPC character designs and world maps and dice, with her laptop set up in the middle of it all.

By the time she was done it was time to pick up her drink from the counter, then set it down on a clear spot on the table, and...

"Whoops."

The end result of which was Steph standing and gingerly sipping at her very hot coffee, hoping to drink it down enough that she didn't have to worry about spilling it on all her notes and drawings while she tried to, you know, clear a space for it amidst said notes and drawings.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Diego had still been a cat when Annie had woken up this morning. And not only that, but Annie had woken to a sound that every cat owner knew well, and a sound that Annie herself would come to find far too familiar over the course of the next ninety-six or so hours.

"On my boots? Why?" she had asked him, as though the black cat that was normally her boyfriend would have an answer as to why he'd chosen her favorite boots as his vomit-target.

Whatever. Easy enough to clean. And good thing, too, since she'd had to trudge through marshmallow after dealing with that.

Whatever. Coffee and a chocolate croissant were clearly the answer here. (Some irritations were bigger than donuts, all right?)