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Something about the weather or the scent in the air or something had gotten Kathy really missing Chilly Boulder on the island today. It was the weirdest hankering, but it was a harmless one and one that Kathy couldn't see any reason to deny. So after classes let out for the day, ordered a portal and looked to The Best Boy Of Devil May Cry (sorry not sorry, boyfriends, it's true). "What do you say, boy?" she asked. "Wanna take a walk somewhere different for a change?"

Ronin, ever-responsible, grabbed his leash in his mouth and looked at his Service Dog, please don't pet signage. Kathy thought about it and shook her head. "Nah. Today's another good day."

There had been a lot of good days over the last few years, more good than bad. And while she made it a habit to have him wear it anyway around Limbo City to comply with no pet rules, she didn't think Fandom was gonna make a fuss about his presence either way.

"One Skywalker Special and a small cup of puppy peanut butter," she ordered, giving a smile up at the picture of her adopted siblings before paying and heading outside with her ice cream. "For you, sir," she says, setting down the peanut butter for Ronin. "Eat."

Magic word said, Ronin happily started on his ice cream while Kathy took a seat. She had no idea whether she'd know anybody on the island after so long away, so she sent out a ~~handwavy~~ text to everyone in her phone: Meet me at Chilly Boulder for old times' sake?

No idea if anyone would show up but who knew? And even if no one did, she'd had plenty of experience people-watching on the island that it would still be a good time. Maybe even meet new people!

The day was young and full of adventure.

[Open! Let's see if I remember how to do this!]

betterthanaplan

Duke had managed to get most of the glitter off of him after last night's fiasco of a class, though his hair still sparkled faintly under the lights of Luke's. He was doing his best to ignore it and carry on as usual, and for the most part, his staff was following his lead.

For the most part.

"You smell like sunscreen," Billy said, hovering just behind Duke's shoulder as he sliced yams.

"Please stop sniffing me," Duke answered. "It's creepy."

Today's specials
Coconut-crusted mahi mahi nuggets with sweet potato fries

Billy buried his nose in Duke's shoulder and inhaled. Duke rolled his eyes to the ceiling with a long suffering sigh.

Luke's was open.

okteiviakom

Octavia hadn't been in for a couple of weeks, but that didn't matter much. Everything was the same as it always was, with piano bar-y music in the background, Tiny serving drinks, and the axe-throwing range fully operational.

That Octavia herself was exhausted in a way that stopped being a feeling altogether and just seemed to come right from her bones, well... That wasn't as unusual as it should have ideally been, either.

But she was there, behind the counter, doing her best to not look like she wanted to go home to sleep.

(She'd been doing it since Friday. Thought she was even getting pretty good at it.)

[ooc: OCD free because I am also tired.]

betterthanaplan

Leaving his boat yesterday had gone well, and Duke was pretty sure he was supposed to teach a class tomorrow, so he took it a step further today and headed into town. He made his way to the Perk, where he could fortify himself with some caffeine and a muffin and try to set up his new phone, since both his old primary phone and the one he'd used in Haven were now toast.

He was trying to resist the urge to try calling Nathan when he noticed he had a few messages.

"He threw it into the sea?"

[open!]

throughaphase

Welcome to Caritas! Did you see the sign on the door tonight?

TONIGHT!
THREE MINUTE DATES

Of course if you were also too distracted or whatever to notice it, who could really blame you? It could just be a busy night at the bar, where Tino was taking signups for the event tonight, willingly or not.

A couple minutes before 8:00, Kitty stopped the zombie band and took the stage as a "THREE MINUTE DATES" banned unfurled behind her. So if you hadn't noticed before now, too late!

"Good evening, everyone! Welcome to Caritas for yet another night of Three Minute Dates!" Kitty greeted them. "If you don't know how this event works, it's simple: your name will get called with another name. You find each other, talk for three minutes, and then this shiny gong sounds and it's on to round two. You'll do this five times. And you might be thinking, 'three minutes isn't enough time to get to know someone,' you're right! That's why the bar will be open afterwards for you to maybe find someone you clicked with and get to know them better-"

Someone- Tino? Hopefully not a zombie- wolf whistled.

"-Whatever 'getting to know them' means to you," Kitty added. "You've still got about a minute to add your name but not enough time to flee the bar!"

[[Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. Feel free to go a little over but don't get carried away. You have other dates to get to! A regular bar post will go up later, and you can absolutely finish things up on Sunday!

~~OCD a'coming! Do not ping unless you're Bridgey.~~ OCD is up! Go forth and date!]

okteiviakom

Octavia had found herself back on the mainland today. Back at the aquatics center, and back in the pool. Like she couldn't help herself.

And even at work tonight, when she wasn't serving the occasional customer or tidying up or something, she was watching videos on her phone. On mute, of course, with titles like LEARN TO SWIM: TUTORIAL FOR BEGINNERS.

And yes, she'd set some rum out for the squirrels not to look too closely at her screen.

[ooc: Open, no OCD. *flops*]

okteiviakom

It had only been a couple of days, but so far Octavia felt the breakfast deal between her and Duke seemed to be working. It was... nice, to not leave it fully up to whims and moods when they saw each other. Something felt a little more solid, a little less unwieldy. Like knowing that whatever happened during her shift tonight, wherever she ended up staying the night, she would still see him tomorrow morning, over breakfast.

Of course, first she had to actually get through this shift. No piano or jazz this week, either. The playlist was a little heavy on Florence + The Machine and similar artists, and had not been handpicked by Octavia. But she also didn't mind it.

As the night wore on, though, she was starting to notice the club seemed to be curiously out of limes.

And rum.

(She was yet to notice the lack of bananas.)

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