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Octavia wasn't kidding about how quiet the town was without the students and teachers who were on the school trip. Duke had thought he'd enjoy that, but it quickly became eerie, and by Friday afternoon, he was getting a little twitchy, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The baristas had managed to pumpkin-spice bomb his order again, but Duke didn't complain. Sitting in front of the Perk drinking the wrong coffee and watching the empty streets was still better than sitting on his boat, drinking through his alcohol stash, and trying not to remap exactly how the fight had gone for the umpteenth time. . . .

[I'm bored and today is taking FOREVER. Open!
Content note: references to domestic violence in the Jack thread]
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[personal profile] biotic_psychotic
If the timeline was the same for both of the swaps, this would be Jack's last day in this body before reverting to his regular and much smaller body. There'd been a lot of talk about swimming, diving, sea monsters and cold water in the last few days. The one thing he hadn't done since being on the island? Swimming. The day was gorgeous, perfect weather for it. Jack grabbed some swim gear, a blanket, a towel and a canvas bag with some snacks and bottled water.

Whistling tunelessly to himself, he headed to the beach. Staked out the blanket with some rocks, shooed some curious little porgs away from the snack bag and made sure that was secured so the little buggers couldn't get into it.

Stripping off his shirt, he decided go big or go home and got a running start. Barging into the surf, he dived as soon as he was able. Came up spluttering and laughing, "Oh holy fuck that's cold!"

... Which wasn't stopping him in the least from cheerfully swimming around in the water.



[Open beach, no OCD. Gratuitous shirtless post is gratuitous and shirtless and you're welcome and I'm not sorry.]
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[personal profile] magnusrushesin
Since it was Octavias first birthday celebration that Magnus was aware of, he was gonna make sure it was fun.

That translated to a big ol' bonfire, food supplied by someone not him, and a selection of drinks.

Also, s'mores. Very important, the s'mores.

Now all he had to do is take out his stone of farspeech and send a text... "Birthday cake emoji, birthday cake emoji, Octavia's birthday party at the palm tree emoji beach exclamation point exclamation point. Done."

[open party post! Handwave that text invite!]
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[personal profile] biotic_psychotic
Jack had called earlier in the week to make sure the place would be open since its hours seemed a little intermittent and dependent on the whim of the owner. He'd been assured it would be open Thursday, and Duke still seemed interested in playing video games.

The place seemed pretty empty when he got there but for all that, the lights and noises of the games were going full tilt and the crash of the ball-return lines could be heard from the other end. The place smelled of pizza, fried foods, sugar and the lingering aroma of weed, though whether that came from patrons or the employees couldn't be told at this time. Pretty standard, from what Jack could judge of an arcade. He'd stopped and picked up a couple rolls of quarters.

Propping his shoulders back against the entry wall, he idly crossed one ankle over the other and his arms across his chest and waited. Today's outfit was a simple white tank top and black cargo pants and boots. It displayed his full sleeves quite nicely in case any passers by wondered who he was.

[Thread for the one but open post is open with minor OCD.]
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[personal profile] biotic_psychotic
It was a good day. Weather was nice if a bit humid, Jack'd woken up half a meter taller than usual and hulkingly male, he'd had the chance for a motorcycle ride with a friend. He rocked on up into work, wearing a nametag with "My name is JACK and my pronouns are HE/HIM/HIS" and smirked over at Tiny. Tiny was looming behind the bar with tattooed arms crossed under an even more impressive chest. Jack held up his hands for the keys. Tiny blinked and smiled a little before tossing them over.

Whistling tunelessly, Jack did inventory and put it in the till. Then he swaggered on over to the axe throwing to check out how much more torque these big beefcake biceps actually had.

Swish swish swish THWACK!

Awwwww yeah! He did a little victory fist pump, and a minor bellow of, "YEA-AH!" when that axehead sank in good and proper. Jack had aim and if his everyday girl-body had thrown it, it'd still have stuck but not quite that deeply. Sometimes it wasn't the size that counted, it was the depth.

If anyone needed Jack, he'd be over there, cackling and throwing axes like an excited axe-throwing beefcake of a biped.

[Devil's Nest is Open! OCD is up!]
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[personal profile] biotic_psychotic
Jack was back at the Perk, picking up coffees. She got a large carafe of Kaidan's too-sweet-oh-god-why coffee but it was in a thermos container so she didn't have to look at it. Her own was black.

She'd printed up stickers with "My name is ____________. My pronouns are ________." stickers and dutifully peppered the tables with them where people could take them if they wanted.

Finding a seat at a table, she parked her ass and took a drink of coffee, burning her mouth on purpose. She had a lot to think about. Between her own headspace and the excitement of a possible run back home for some mayhem, it was a day for coffee and contemplation.

[Open Perk is open]
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[personal profile] okteiviakom
Mondays could feel very much like Mondays, sometimes, even for people like Octavia who'd never had much reason to think all days of the week weren't created equal. Maybe it was just because she'd slept like shit last night, tossing and turning and just generally unable to stop her mind from looping in on itself with cyclical thoughts of the ground, of space, of people left behind.

The price for having actually thought about her past a little bit lately was that sometimes she couldn't stop even when she wanted to.

So she'd got up early and gone on her usual patrol of the island. And it had done what it was supposed to, which was to clear her head a little and give her room to breathe. The sun had come up during her trek, but it still wasn't very late in the morning at all by the time she'd circled back to the Perk for a PSL. Usually, she would've gone back to the apartment for coffee, but... She felt like she had to give the claustrophobia of the night a little longer to pass. And so instead, she took a seat by the window.

And then immediately realized she didn't really know how you were really supposed to be in coffee shops, alone. Every other NPC customer seemed to be on their phones, but she hadn't taken Bellamy's with her because -- well, because that just wasn't the kind of thing that really occurred to her. Until just now. So guess she was just going to watch the street while she drank her coffee, maybe in bigger gulps that was really necessary or even smart.

She should've brought a book.

[ooc: Post is open for all your morning coffee/Octavia needs!]
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[personal profile] what_the_shock
Another week, another reason to hang out on the beach, which actually wasn't insanely humid tonight. Miguel brought a twelve-pack of beer, another of cider, and a bottle of brandy, along with leftover empanadas, chilaquiles, and tres leches cake from his day at the diner - he'd maybe cooked a little (a lot) too much instead of only making it to order.

He had to shoo a number of porgs away from the wood in order to build a fire, and finally resulted to webbing a few of them to keep them from setting themselves on fire while he was working on it. They gave him dirty looks as he released them, but he figured it was worth it.

Anyway, looked like tonight would be the "Drunk, Bored, Well-fed, and Accompanied by Porgs" club. It was a thing.


[Open post!]
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[personal profile] built_fjord_tough
Fjord wasn't wearing his armor today at Caritas.

And yes, that was weird.

After getting home from work through yesterday's jello rain, he'd spent a good chunk of the night just cleaning it off because that crap was hell on leather, which meant that today he was letting it just sort of... dry a bit.

So if anybody ever wanted to see Fjord tending bar in a white t-shirt and a pair of black jeans with his usual knee-high boots and not much else, today was absolutely your chance.

Yes, he felt weird about it. But that was probably mostly because Tino and the zombies were all kind of staring at him, trying to figure out what to make of it.

"You'd think it was my first time wearing a plain white shirt around here."

Kind of was, Fjord.

[OOC: Open!]
uncertain_dume: (Meditatey)
[personal profile] uncertain_dume
Did Kanan look tired today as he made his way into the park? You bet Kanan looked tired today as he made his way into the park. Yesterday's jello rain had caught him off-guard, and he'd spent far too much of his day getting tarps up over the Escape and then heading to the scrapyard to do the same for the Ghost, before doubling back to try to clean the ships from underneath those tarps before that gunk started to harden there. Sure, going fast enough in-atmosphere would just burn it off, but his ship in particular had jointed wings, and you couldn't burn anything off if you couldn't unfold them. Not to mention the worry that some of that might have made its way into the inner workings, and then there was the chore of uncovering them again, and...

Suffice it to say that being the maintenance man on a pair of freighters meant that he had his work cut out for him whenever the island's weather decided to get a little weird.

Which was why he was meditating in the park this afternoon, honest.

It wasn't sleeping, it was just... kinda close to it, that was all.

Though, really, he could probably stand to get some more of that sleep stuff, too.

[OOC: Open!]
biotic_psychotic: (are you fkn kidding me)
[personal profile] biotic_psychotic
Jack saw the jello rain and decided to avoid it. That worked until she'd been stuck in her apartment by herself for too many hours and she got bored. Reconsidered the jello and what it must be like outside.

After half a day of jello rain.

A slightly manic grin and a bit of tuneless whistling, one change of clothes into things she didn't care were destroyed, the collection of a tarp later and she was off to the park.

Where she proceeded to startle the ducks by unfolding the tarp, getting a good run up, and then slaloming across the jello-coated grass on it. A delighted cackle when that actually worked, and now there was one incredibly amused bald woman zipping across the slimy grass and taking herself down the playground slides like a very tall five-year-old.

Look. When life hands you slimy, chunk, slippery rain, you take your fun where you find it.

[Open park is open. If anyone needs to jello wrestle Jack, there she be.]
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[personal profile] biotic_psychotic
There was a piano. Jack was giving it a whole bunch of sour looks as she came in and caught the keys. "Is Northman having some sort of fucking emotional crisis, Tiny?" Tiny went a bit pokerfaced and shrugged. He wasn't dumb enough to answer that - ever. "I mean, for fucksake, have we scared off that many DJ's that we have to get someone in here to pick out 'Chopsticks' for the crowd? People come here to drink and shake their shit and find someone to hook up with, if he turns it into some slow piano jazz bar with a bunch of Barry Manilow bullshit, I'm out."

Tiny gave her an incredibly pointed look. "It's easier to yell at DJ's, asshole!" she answered, "I'm not personally insulting their fuckin' life skills when I tell them they suck!" .... You kind of were, Jack.

She went in to do inventory, shoved it in the till with 'What the fuck? Piano?' on it and then.. went over to the piano and began absently playing a piece of music. Tiny's jaw dropped. "What?" Jack demanded, "I stole a piano once!"

She'd done no such thing. Liara had taught her. Jack could also play 'Chopsticks' but .. she liked this better.

And now she missed Liara. Great.

[Devil's Nest is Open! OCD is up!]
biotic_psychotic: (from the back)
[personal profile] biotic_psychotic
Jack was silent, lost in thought when she headed in to work. Tiny threw her the keys and she caught them just out of habit. Took inventory without much thinking about it and put the slip in the till. Idly noted that they'd been going through some of the better quality booze lately.

Tiny gave her a wary glance when she showed up to lean against the bar and a more pointed one in response to her cranky, "What?" Glowering, Jack shrugged at him, "Nothing's wrong, I'm just thinking." Another. Pointed. Glance. "Fuck off. I'mma go throw axes for awhile."

It gave her something to do and an excuse not to engage with Tiny. It also distracted her enough that she didn't notice the DJ had gone with a 90's boy band theme.

Probably good for them that she didn't notice.

[Devil's Nest is Open!]

[OOC squirrel note: When Sparkle starts talking legal stuff with both Jack and Kaidan, the squirrels have been bribed to ignore. Thank you!]

CW/TW: Child abuse (Sparkle's threads with Jack and Kaidan - the 'r' word is used in Kaidan's thread), violence, some gore talk, and some really terrible culinary abuses.
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[personal profile] spectre_alenko
Kaidan had sent a text as promised. Carrying and overlarge duffel bag, in the same outfit he'd left the island in. Cargo pants, t-shirt, boots. A little more wear and tear on the boots, the leather of one toe had a distinct bitemark impression from one of the little Kroglettes. He smiled every time he looked at it. She was his favorite, the feisty little runt of the first hatch.

It had been a good few days after a very long month. He still badly needed sleep, but that was a never-ending problem lately, and had been for over a year now. At least maybe now his brain could content itself with something. The mission had been a success. Impromptu and done mostly out of panic, the Hail Mary had succeeded. The galaxy wouldn't be the same, but he couldn't help but think it would be better. Maybe a little more stable. Maybe give him a little more room to breathe for just a little while longer.

He waited for the portal to open and when it did, he stepped through. Back to the island he went.

[For the one or two, could be open if you have a reason to be there, sure. Wanderer returns. OCD below.]
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[personal profile] uncertain_dume
Last night, a very large wolf had gone to sleep behind some machinery in the scrapyard.

This morning, a very naked Jedi had made a bolt for the Ghost in the wee hours of the day, snarking back at the orange astromech who was blatting his amusement at him and making him open the door his own damn self.

... By the early afternoon, Kanan was clothed and had managed to salvage whatever scrap of dignity he had left, and so he'd made his way to the park with a spotty dog in a swimming vest who just couldn't resist occasionally making his way back to his person to have a sniff, because Stance was sure he smelled a whole lot of wolf, there.

Kanan wasn't training, not just yet. Kanan was enjoying having thumbs back and throwing a ball for Stance to chase all over the place, at least until someone showed up.

Hey, some Fridays were more laid back than others. It happened.

[OOC: I am... mostly back! But replies will probably be scarce until early evening, this week, and hopefully I can start pulling the rest of my pups out of their animal shapes soon.]
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[personal profile] biotic_psychotic
Jack rocked on into work wearing a green tree boa around her shoulders - and promptly stopped and stared. The DJ was playing a punk cover of Margaritaville. It.. wasn't completely awful? She shot Tiny a look. Tiny shrugged and threw her the keys and off she went to do inventory. Tucked it into the register and leaned on the bar. "He has more songs than this, right?" she muttered out of the corner of her mouth. Tiny shrugged.

It was going to be a long night if he didn't.

[Devil's Nest is Open! OCD is up!]

Luke's - Sunday

Sunday, September 8th, 2019 10:24 am
biotic_psychotic: (from the back)
[personal profile] biotic_psychotic
Jack wasn't doing radio this term but she didn't see that as a reason not to stop by for her Sunday coffee. She was wearing a green tree boa around her neck like jewelry because, hey, Fjord was pretty and also hell if she knew whether he drank coffee in this form or not but she'd offer him some anyway.

The busboy and cook wouldn't make eye contact. Kanan..

Wasn't there. That was worrying and also.. kind of not. It wasn't the first time he'd been yanked offworld with no notice to go help someone, after all. Still..

"Where is he?" Jack asked flatly, mostly worried those two had played some prank and locked him in the freezer with the Mynocks or something.

"We don't know," the cook said timidly after a moment, "He's just not here today." He brightened, "Hey! Kanan's not here! That means we can make whatever we want!"

"So long as it's pancakes," Jack said cheerfully with a sunny, sunny smile.

The cook quailed and shrank from that smile, "But he's not here!"

"But I? Am. Pancakes," she said in a tone of finality. She reached over and helped herself to the pot of coffee and poured a cup, then poured a tiny bit into a saucer for Fjord. Who didn't seem interested. The cook muttered but he put up the Specials board.

Today's Specials
Blueberry Pancakes
Funnyface Pancakes

"Right on," Jack said approvingly, "And if the plans for those funnyface pancakes all happen to have brown hair and a chinbeard, lemme tell you right now there's a new guy who fits that bill and he might not be so tolerant as Kanan."

The cook's pout was a little epic. The busboy appeared to be trying not to laugh.

[Luke's is Open! No OCD]

[OOC: Shannon's not able to log in to DW and has spotty internet due to the hurricane damage to NS. I offered to open Luke's for him and Bella let me. Fjord modded with permission until Shannon's back online.]
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[personal profile] built_fjord_tough
Fjord walked into Caritas for his Friday shift and kind of stopped short three steps in.

"Tino, what the hell are you doing?"

Tino paused mid-juggling act, and three disembodied zombie arms went thumping to the floor. The zombies didn't seem to mind any, one of them applauding as best as he was able given that he only had one arm, and another not applauding at all, but looking like he kind of wished he could.

Fjord wrinkled his nose and shoved a roll of tape into Tino's hands. "You're fixin' this," he muttered. "And you better be sure to put them on right, too. Last time you stuck the drummer's arm on backwards he kept havin' to hit the cymbals with his elbow."

A little sheepishly, Tino got back to work.

[OOC: NEW DEFAULT ICON BEHOLD THE TUSKS. Ahem. Open!]
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[personal profile] uncertain_dume
It wasn't a bad day today to be in the park. It was a cloudy day, maybe, but not bad. They grey of the sky made the greens all seem to stand out in stark relief, and the blue glow of Kanan's lightsaber was like an electric streak as he worked his way through Ataru forms he'd learned in his youth. It was more aggressive than his usual Soresu by a long shot, yes, but it was something he'd been letting slip in a bad way, more confident and comfortable in the patterns he'd run again and again with his Master during the war.

Still, even a Jedi running forms that had begun to grow rust on them would likely present quite an impressive sight to those not well-versed in them, particularly once he started pushing himself into slightly more advanced steps, throwing quick strikes in succession and putting the Force behind the leaps and flips that no average human could manage.

... Occasionally just to avoid a milling group of ducks, granted. These things sometimes happened.

[OOC: Open park, open post! Mmm delicious Friday.]
biotic_psychotic: (really)
[personal profile] biotic_psychotic
So, now there was an axe throwing range. Jack gave it a look while catching the keys from Tiny and going to do inventory. That taken care of, she slid it into the cash register. Went to see what that was all about. The ranges were decent. They weren't long enough for her but they seemed to be the standard competition length. Never let it be said that Northman was a cheap bastard, when he did a thing he seemed to do it right.

Jack commandeered one of the lanes and went down to peg some cards to it in a random pattern. Yeah, of course she had a deck of cards in her cargo pants, didn't everyone? Varying values of cards and the ace not dead center - because come on, center mass was easy - but tacked to the very edge of the target's top.

Standing back she looked at her work and nodded. Pulled out her phone and texted someone. Flopped down into a chair near the lane where she could both guard it and make sure nobody was being stupid with the axe throwing. And that they were wearing close-toed shoes. Anyone trying this shit in sandals was getting sent straight the fuck out because that shit was not on.

[Devil's Nest is open! New and improved with OCD]

[OOC: ahahaha guess what I do competitively at reenactment events.. ]
biotic_psychotic: (are you fkn kidding me)
[personal profile] biotic_psychotic
Jack was bored with video games. And TV. And listening to music. And thinking. And worrying. She went for a walk that wound up taking her to the Perk for some coffee. She'd no sooner ordered and taken her coffee to a table then her comm beeped.

She slapped it so fast she hit the side of her own face and didn't even care. Spoiler alert: It wasn't Kaidan. )

After a little while of shooting the shit, Jack turned her comm off. Not the call she'd wanted but it'd been good to hear from that asshole, too. She took a drink of coffee.

And promptly spit it across the table. "What the fuck?!" she blurted, "I ordered a black coffee! What the hell is this?! There's spices in it!"

The barista shrugged apologetically, "It's pumpkin spice latte season. That just sort of happens."

"Goddamnit.. fuck my luck," Jack muttered, and then sighed, "Throw me a rag. I'll clean this up. You don't gotta, this is my mess." The barista threw her one of the cleaning rags and Jack took care of the splatter. Tossed it back and hunkered down in her seat, sulking.

And drinking the damn coffee anyway.

[Open Perk is Open]
biotic_psychotic: (really)
[personal profile] biotic_psychotic
The island wasn't doing the wacky so Jack walked her butt in to work and caught the keys aimed for her face without comment. She marched on in to the back room and began taking stock.

Tiny watched her with a tiny, almost pensively confused frown on his face.

Jack ignored him. She came back, put the order in the till for Northman and leaned on the bar to brood at the floor decorations. Didn't understand them, didn't care.

The DJ came in and began rocking up Cartoon Theme Songs Through The Ages. Jack didn't say anything, didn't threaten him, and at one point hummed along with one of them.

Tiny looked like a man who would sweat if he could sweat. He was at the far end of the bar, as far from her as he could get, washing and wiping glasses and throwing her small uncertain looks. Jack didn't notice, didn't call him on it.

That only made him more nervous.

[Devil's Nest is Open. No OCD.]
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[personal profile] sharp_man
The flamingos today were clamoring for food when Hannibal arrived, and he gave them all a very stern look before heading into the house, getting the shrimp-and-algae mixture they liked, and setting it out for them.

What? They might be spoiled, but they were a very good alarm and defense system.

It meant that anybody on the way to his office got an eyeful of pink bird, but there were surely worse views. As long as none of the things wandered in for its own therapy; he didn't speak flamingo.


Fandom Counseling was open!

Luke's, Sunday

Sunday, August 25th, 2019 09:33 am
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[personal profile] uncertain_dume
Things were finally starting to wind down a little. Finally starting to approach something that Kanan had begun, at one point, to accept as his new normal. The week had been damn near good compared the fresh hell he felt like he'd been navigating for some time now, even if his head hadn't quite managed to wrap itself around the events of the week before just yet.

He was relieved to find that the same was the case with Luke's when he walked in. Normal Sunday pancake special, normal diner setup. Normal kitchen staff trying to herd some kind of weird giant tentacle thing back into the freezer...

He gave a content sigh as he settled behind the counter for his shift.

Ah, it was good to have some normal back.

[OOC: Open!]

Caritas- Tuesday

Tuesday, August 13th, 2019 06:52 am
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[personal profile] throughaphase
All right, so this was still a total nightmare! Kitty opened the bar a little early today, totally just to do her job like a good little plastic worker toy, and while she hoped more people had woken up and would be here today, she had to be more careful today because if yesterday was anything to go by, there'd be more suspicion, too.

So here was Kitty, "working," and "having fun" while doing it, and staying maybe closer to the front today.

Caritas was open! And definitely not encouraging anything!
biotic_psychotic: (from the back)
[personal profile] biotic_psychotic
The island was seemingly normal. Jack didn't trust it. Still, she made her way to the Nest for the first time all summer just to see if it was there, or if it'd be bombed out wreckage or underwater or be boarded up or whatever new shit the island was doing. Nope, none of the above. There it was, normal as ever.

Still didn't trust it. In she went anyway. Tiny was behind the bar giving her significant stink-eye. "Shut your face and gimme the keys," she scowled, snatching up her pad and paper - and then catching out of the air the keys Tiny threw at her head. The alcohol in the back room was.. a little depleted. "The shit? Don't you take inventory at all when I'm not here?" Tiny threw a plastic cup at the door. Jack stomped it flat and then primly put it in the trash, sticking her tongue out at him. "How the hell are we completely out of Clamato? Some of that shit had expiration dates from 1996 and Northman wouldn't throw it out. Did someone actually drink it? Did we host some sort of bachelor-or-bachelorette soiree that set up some sort of fucked-up Bloody Mary bar in here? Did it finally gain sentience and march out of here on dozens of little aluminum feet? How, Tiny, did three flats of Clamato disappear?"

Tiny didn't deign to answer.

"I'm not reordering it," Jack threatened, "Nobody drinks it anyway. If it's somehow finally gained sentience and walked itself the fuck out of here, good for it, I hope it demands equal sentients' rights. Anyone wanting a Bloody Mary can just suck it up and drink it made with V8 like every other respectable biped out there."

Devil's Nest is Open - just don't ask for Clamato.

[OOC: now posted in the right comm, sorry!]
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[personal profile] myownface
The rainbow that had appeared for the parade seemed intent on sticking around for the picnic as well, and the weather seemed to be holding up nicely. The tables had been draped in tablecloths in the colours of various pride flags, and each one had a centerpiece that consisted of a vase with smaller moddable flags in it, free for the taking. Off to the side there was a ball pit, a giant inflatable rainbow slide (the kraken had been retired for the year on account of multiple instances of eldritch traumas), and other activities for people to enjoy. There were booths, there was food, and even the stage had made a reappearance this year, with a setup for karaoke if anybody was feeling daring, but plenty of room if anybody wanted to get up and play, too.

All-in-all? It was a lovely day with a brightly-coloured park open for everyone to come enjoy.

[OOC: And the picnic is good to go! Enjoy!]
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[personal profile] myownface
There was a tradition on Fandom Island, for Pride. The island herself upheld it every year thus far, making a beautiful rainbow arc across the sky for the whole of the weekend. This year was no different; a rainbow, in full colour, reached up and stretched itself clear across the sky, and as it did so, a brilliant blue crept across the sky with it, and then down, until the blue touched the tips of the trees and green started to spread out, as well.

By the time the rainbow had finished his arc across the sky, the entire island was in beautiful, vibrant colour again, just in time for the parade.

Like last year, the parade itself was to start on the Causeway, follow Griffin Lane to Galactica Drive, Serendipity Place, Godiva Street, back onto Serendipity until it turned into Loon, then Chimera. Then one final turn onto Apocalypse before ending up at the Park, where there would be a picnic shortly after!

The weather was great, the island was bright, and there was no small amount of Pride today! Time for a parade!

[OOC: Open Post, Open Pride!]

Groovy Tunes, Sunday

Sunday, June 9th, 2019 09:28 am
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[personal profile] furnaceface
Things were normal today.

Normal today, of course, with the exception of the talking kitten that Jonothon had brought with him to work, but when the alternative had been the Capital Wasteland, well, Jono really had nothing to complain about in the least. After all, he adored his dumb little cat. Even when she was utterly baffling.

After all, she seemed to be encouraging the stereo.

//Really, luv?//

"But I like it! It's happy!"

//... I suppose it is that.//

"And it should be happy!"

//That so, Sunshine?//

"Yeah!"

//... Then I suppose happy, it shall be.//

And that was how they wound up listening to children's songs for Jonothon's entire shift. But at least the Now Hiring sign had found its way to the window sometime before Joni had big-sad-kitten-eyed him into pulling out his guitar and playing along. With the entire. Best of the Wiggles alum.

"Yummy yummy yummy yummy fruit salaaaaad!"

And here Jono had sort of been hoping Joni would want to sing Big Yellow Taxi or something, instead.

[OOC: Open!]
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[personal profile] 2_old_for_this
Peter was struggling with the DVD player when people arrived tonight. "Hi, everybody." He gave them a short but genuine wave. "Sorry about last week, and sorry about this week, because apparently I don't get a say in what we're watching tonight."

He gave the player a baleful look. "I think it wants to be topical. Or it thinks it's funny. Tonight's film has to do with dinosaurs." He sighed. "I think you're all good, but if anybody does want an extra weapon on the way home, just let me know."

He let it play.

Luke's, Sunday

Sunday, May 5th, 2019 10:40 am
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[personal profile] uncertain_dume
It was Sunday. Kanan needed caf. They didn't really have caf at Luke's, no, but if he brought his own bag in and snuck it into one of the coffee machines before hours, he could sure as hell brew some anyway.

And then empty the entire contents of the pot into an almost comically oversized mug.

And then clean the hell out of that pot so that nobody would suspect a thing. Even if most people who weren't from home seemed to be convinced that coffee and caf were basically indistinguishable. The monsters. He was so wrapped up in his whole Secret Caf venture that he'd barely noticed the cook setting up what looked like a whole spread of jams and jellies and compotes, sweet sauces and bowls of berries. Whipped cream...

"What the hell is this?"

Welcome to Luke's!
Sunday is Pancake Day!
Today Only: All You Can Eat At the Pancake Bar!


...

"Why don't we always have a pancake bar?"

Well. Kanan was now doomed.

[OOC: Open!]
biotic_psychotic: (tattoos)
[personal profile] biotic_psychotic
It was weird to not be teaching this afternoon. She'd enjoyed her routine and the sudden unscheduled time in her day annoyed her.

Jack once again moseyed on down to the Perk. Collecting a carafe of black coffee and a mug, she parked her ass in one of the comfy chairs with a table next to it, turning the chair so her back was to a solid wall. Pulled out a tablet and began working the strategy game again. Her score was improving. She was a little pissed off at the top score being Kaidan's from the five minutes he'd taken to look over the game and give his opinion of it but it gave her a goal to work toward.

She was going to drink that entire carafe of coffee while she was here, because exactly what the island needed on a Monday afternoon was a Jack who could see through time.

[Perk is Open and Jack's working on .. a lot of coffee. You have been warned :D]
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[personal profile] furnaceface
Why.

Why was this Jonothon's life?

Whyyyy was his stereo refusing to play anything but classic country today? Not that Jonothon had anything against Johnny Cash or Hank Williams, but after the umpteenth hour of steel guitars and songs about pickup trucks, he really did just want to beat his forehead against a wall for a while. Maybe blissful unconsciousness would save him...

In any case, the Groovy Tunes was open, and the stereo was bent on warning mamas to not let their babies grow up to be cowboys.

[OOC: Open!]

Luke's, Sunday

Sunday, April 28th, 2019 10:13 am
uncertain_dume: (Side Eye)
[personal profile] uncertain_dume
Kanan was squinting at the specials board today, yes.

"I mean, I guess it's thematic for the weekend," he noted, "but how are those any different from regular pancakes?"

Today's Specials:
Mortarboard Pancakes
Congratulations, Graduates of 2019!


Apparently they were square.

Alrighty then.

[OOC: Open!]
biotic_psychotic: (tattoos)
[personal profile] biotic_psychotic
Morning was for other people. Sure, she'd been awake and even gone for a run but that didn't mean she enjoyed mornings. Nobody sane did, she was convinced.

Jack hiked herself to the Perk and got the largest mug of black coffee they had. Digging a small tablet and stylus out of the larger side pocket of her cargo pants, she parked her ass at a table with a good view and called up a strategy war game.

Tactics and strategy weren't her forte. She was the tank. She'd always been the tank. Killing was easy. Doing what she was told to do was easy. Jack was good at thinking and adapting on the fly, and she could, when necessary, think and plan in advance. The thing she brought to one very particular table was her ability to think outside the lines. She didn't think like the people around her. She wasn't a do-gooder, she wasn't all noble and caring and shit.

Jack was a killer. She was an apex predator and she was really fucking good at it. What she could be, when she had reason to be, was a really fucking good ambush predator. Right now she had the best reason in the world. So she was playing the game and teaching herself new ways to put old skills to good use. Every successful guerrilla war needed its sappers. Think like the enemy. Find the chinks in the armor, find the weak points, find every spot they'd be vulnerable.

Something she'd always been good at.

Jack sipped her coffee and studied the screen.

[Perk is Open! cuz I think I'm funny opening both tea and coffee shops on the same day..]
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[personal profile] biotic_psychotic
Jack showed up to a suspiciously full Devil's Nest. She squinted at the people, mostly women of varying ages but with a smattering of dudes who didn't seem to be creeping on them or making them uncomfortable. There was a certain joie de vivre and collegiality among them that made her itchy. All those good, wholesome vibes all up in her atmosphere. Gross.

"Do I want to know?" she muttered to Tiny while collecting keys. "Administrative Professional's Day," he muttered back, "Don't knock it, half this stuff is on one corporate tab or other. Happy Hours are a thing." She grunted, "As long as they tip well."

Was she hiding in the stock room longer than necessary to avoid all those happy, cheerful people? Yes. That's how she missed the DJ's arrival and setup. Right up until his voice boomed out through the sound system, "How are all you fiiiiine administrative professionals doing tonight?! You ready to paaartay!? I'm ready to paaaarTAY! Let's get this party started!"

A record scratch wubba-wubba-wubba noise and then came the dreaded lyrics..

Party rock is in the house tonight
Everybody just have a good time
And we gon' make you lose your mind
Everybody just have a good time
Party rock is in the house tonight
Everybody just have a good time
And we gon' make you lose your mind
We just wanna see you
Shake that!


Jack had more or less promised not to kill people unless absolutely necessary in defense of others. She very seriously began to wonder if this was a situation that would count. That song should count as assault. Sulking her way back to the bar, she began making a list of all the ways LMFAO's Party Rock Anthem was a hate crime, assault and verbal battery.

[Devil's Nest is Open! Happy Administrative Professional's Day!]
built_fjord_tough: (Glowery)
[personal profile] built_fjord_tough
Fjord was at work today, absolutely.

Fjord was maybe the tiniest bit tired today, however. Not tackling his job with anything that particularly resembled finesse or enthusiasm, he was here to pour drinks and kill time, and looking up with just the slightest bit of wariness in his eye every time somebody walked through the door.

Which would be an interesting counterpoint to the way Tino was mixing drinks while wearing a pair of plush rabbit ears on his head, but there you have it.

[OOC: Open!]
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[personal profile] uncertain_dume
Another wet one out there meant another Friday spent in the warehouse, with Kanan meditating his way through the morning and on as long as he could get away with before anybody's arrival to train. Today, rather than simply reaching out in the Force, he was levitating the disparate parts of his lightsaber around himself, quietly probing each piece to make certain it was all just so.

Basically giving the whole thing a mystical tune-up. Not that it was especially necessary, not since Master Kiwiiks had gone at it again the other weekend while he was busy being a dirty wizard hobo, but it was good, too, to be aware of just what she'd done with it.

One of these weekends Hera would turn into an ancient, long dead Jedi Master, and he would be himself, instead of a round cat or a scruffy Zemnian man with a lithe cat, and wouldn't that be an experience?

[OOC: Open!]
biotic_psychotic: (from the back)
[personal profile] biotic_psychotic
Jack rocked on in, caught the keys, and did the stock order without anything weird happening.

She didn't trust it.

The newest DJ came in. His hair was frosted and spiked, he was wearing sunglasses indoors, the flannel over his t-shirt had been tailored and the rips in his jeans had stitching around them to keep the artful frays in their designated areas.

Jack shot him a look of pure poison and snapped, "No love songs, no girl or boy bands," Tiny opened his mouth and Jack shot him a look that made him close it with a snap before she continued, "no grunge, no soft rock. Tonight, you can play metal in any flavor you want except acoustic. Grindcore, deathcore, metalcore, Swedish screamcore, black metal, crustpunk, Viking metal, goregrind, pornogrind, electrogrind, power metal, thrash.. as long as it's metal, got it?"

The DJ put his chin in the air, "Grunge is metal." "Grunge is garbage," Jack fired right back, "Grunge is a baby genre that wishes it was metal but lacks the discipline to get there. The weekend sucked. I want this place pounding with the kind of music that lets people get out big emotions. I want bass lines that you can feel. If you can't do that, get out and I'll throw my Spotify playlist in."

The DJ slunk to the booth and began setting up. Sure, he could do that. After he loaded Spotify and added some metal.

[Devil's Nest is Open!]
[OOC: Jack's views on anything do not necessarily reflect my views. This was an argument I overheard at the grocery store and it was kind of perfect for Jack logic.]
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[personal profile] uncertain_dume
After Radio, Kanan and Jacen had set out in search of milkshakes. Or something. And sure, there were plenty of places they could have gone in order to get those, but as they were passing by the Perk, Jacen gave Kanan's elbow a nudge and ventured, "What about here? The cherry pastries are really good."

And that was how they wound up at a window seat, far too many pastries sitting on a plate between them, Jacen happy to distract himself from conversation by stuffing his face and Kanan sipping not-quite-broodily at a berry frappuccino with far too much whipped cream on top.

You know. Quality time.

They were both bad at this.

[OOC: open!]

Caritas, Sunday

Sunday, April 14th, 2019 02:52 pm
suitably_heroic: (dsp: ... damn)
[personal profile] suitably_heroic
"You know we have several places on the island that do milkshakes, right? I just need to be sure you're aware of that. I mean, do you ever even leave this bar?"

Tino didn't dignify that with a reply. He just got back to polishing the sign that read ONE-DAY ONLY MILKSHAKE BAR EXPERIENCE.

Atton sighed, settling behind the bar to stare at the pink-and-blue monstrosity of a milkshake counter sitting near the lounge. "I know one thing," he said, "Which is that I'm not explaining this to Kitty."

[[ open! ]]

Luke's, Sunday

Sunday, April 7th, 2019 01:13 pm
uncertain_dume: (Eyebrow)
[personal profile] uncertain_dume
Kanan showed up at Luke's today and settled behind the counter, as usual. Put on a pot of coffee, as usual.

Blinked for all of a half a second and looked up to see the rest of the staff decked out in fantasy-style adventuring garb.

That part was unusual.

Today's Specials:
Adventure Pancakes!


"I have no idea what that even means."

Happy Sunday?

[OOC: I blinked and my family had assembled for a D&D session I hadn't prepped for, I blinked again as soon as I got my DM materials ready and they wandered off. Idek today. Open.]

Caritas, Sunday

Sunday, April 7th, 2019 06:12 pm
suitably_heroic: (dsp: side-eye)
[personal profile] suitably_heroic
"Are we really watching people peddle up a hill for another hour?"

Grunting from the zombies. Puppy-dog eyes from Tino. A groan from Atton.

"Right, I know when I'm outnumbered," he muttered. "Hey, if anyone shows up, tell them I'm out back smoking until I smoke this sports nonsense right out of your heads."

He slammed the back door.

... he'd be back to serve people drinks.

[[ open ]]
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"I... don't wanna know what the hell that is," Fjord announced, immediately, upon seeing the horrifying concoction that Tino had come up with this evening. "If you'd decided to make vodka milkshakes, that's fine. Hell, if you were making potato chowder, that'd be fuckin' weird for a bar, but I'd be willing to roll with it."

Fjord gestured emphatically at the glass of starchy white fluid that Tino was claiming would be the next big health craze.

"But whatever the hell that is, people aren't gonna drink it just because you gave it a fancy name in a foreign tongue."

There was no way in hell pommes de terre au lait was going to catch on.

[OOC: ... My roomie took a stab at the French word for apple juice this morning. Swing and a miss.]

Caritas, Sunday

Sunday, March 31st, 2019 08:40 pm
suitably_heroic: (lsp: what did you just)
[personal profile] suitably_heroic
If Atton had known what was going on, he'd have been relieved that it skipped him. Which would've been one thing to feel relieved about, at least.

Sure, he'd taken a shower before heading towards the bar, but he still looked... exactly like how he felt: like he'd been clobbered by a terentatek after spending at least twenty-four hours awake in a moist cave - not dirty.

... Not that anything like that had happened to him.

"Days like this would almost drive a guy to drink," he muttered while he sipped his grape juice and waited for customers.

[[ open ]]

Luke's, Sunday

Sunday, March 31st, 2019 08:07 am
uncertain_dume: (AU - Widogast)
[personal profile] uncertain_dume
Caleb was restless.

This was nothing new, exacly, as Caleb tended to remain on the move from place to place, had been on the move for years now, though he'd always at least had some idea of where he was going. This place was a mystery to him, one that had come up out of nowhere and showed no signs of being solvable, at least not yet. He didn't know where he was or why he was here, and it distressed him almost as much that he'd been brought here without Nott as it did that he was distressed about it at all.

Leave it to him to let a small green woman begin to pull him out of the shell that he'd built for himself, apparently.

It had started raining after he'd been shooed from the library that morning, and the rain had soaked heavily into his coat and was bringing a chill to his bones, and so he ducked into a nearby business to try to find a moment's respite from it, only to have a fellow look up at him in relief, drag him further inside, wet clothing, wet cat, and all, and then tell him to just sit behind the counter and look busy. If there was anything at all that he needed...

"... I do not suppose you, ah, bake your own bread here, do you?"

Luke's was open, and apparently the special for the day was that you got to eat your meal while being treated to the sight of a scruffy wizard who had torn either end open and was using a fresh-baked loaf of bread as some kind of steaming hot muff for his chilled hands. You're welcome.

[OOC: Open!]
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[personal profile] built_fjord_tough
Apparently the band had gotten wind of Fjord's little danger shop mishap from earlier in the week. He wasn't sure how, and they certainly weren't telling him, but they were standing there on the stage decked out in fancy pirate garb and only wanted to play through the track listing of The Pirates of Penzance through his entire shift.

It had taken Fjord the better part of twenty minutes to get Tino to confess to putting them up to it. But when asked why, he only vaguely and mysteriously said that he would much rather focus on someone else's unfortunate Tuesday, thanks.

Someday, Fjord would figure out how to listen to the radio, and he'd actually get to know about things like unfortunate gremlin bites.

Today was not that day.

[OOC: Open!]

The Park, Friday

Friday, March 29th, 2019 07:49 am
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[personal profile] uncertain_dume
The weather was too damn nice to spend today cooped up in a warehouse.

The weather? Was too. Damn. Nice to spend today cooped up in a warehouse.

And so Kanan was making his way to the park, leaving a note on the warehouse door for any of his regulars, telling them where they could find him. He'd even brought Stance along today, because why spend a day in the park if he wasn't going to bring his dog, who would have just been making sad faces at him from his apartment window anyway if he hadn't.

It all made for some adventures in meditating that morning, sure, with an excited dog ripping around the lawn, re-discovering ducks and needing to be called back a few times in order to keep from having a repeat of the mobbing incident from last year.

On the flipside, it made things much easier in the afternoon once he'd broken out and assembled his lightsaber, since Stance was good and tuckered out and had taken to napping next to Kanan's bag of water bottles and assorted practice weapons while Kanan ran through forms.

He'd missed this.

[OOC: Open!]
uncertain_dume: (Annoyed)
[personal profile] uncertain_dume
Kanan and Jack had decided that what they really needed in their lives was more sparring. That hadn't even been a result of today's strangeness- they'd made that call back on Sunday. And while they could have used the warehouse, the park really seemed to offer a much more open playing ground to spar on, and Kanan had been meaning to come back here once the weather got better.

The weather... wasn't really better. It was cold, but it was supposed to warm up later in the day, and that was close enough, right?

Anyway, he finished walking his dog, and then he made his way to the park. Where he waited. Impatiently.

While glaring at a duck.

It knew what it did.

[OOC: Open!]
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[personal profile] spectre_alenko
After a morning practicing sword forms, Kaidan headed to the Onsen for some relaxing in the hot water. He was not prepared for the chickens.

There were chickens of all shapes and sizes, some very tiny and some the size of large dogs. Strutting around or sitting on the warm rocks, they were on every surface except the water itself.

Kaidan blinked and laughed a little. "Ok, well. Sure. Sharing the hot spring with some birds. Why not." He stepped carefully through the poultry until he could sink into the water. One of the chickens, a fluffy little Silkie, came bobbing over while making little churbling noises. It clearly wanted attention. Or it was worried he was going to drown, one of those. Kaidan tentatively held a dry hand out and the chicken scooted under it immediately. He offered very gentle petting/scritches and the chicken made some contented little noises. Stepping from side to side, it eventually sank down and fluffed out, eyes half-closed with happiness and tilting its head to get the scritches exactly where it wanted them.

There were worse ways to spend his time. It was oddly relaxing, the almost purring noises the chicken was making.

[Open! Happy National Poultry Day!]

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