Dite's Decadent Delights, Tuesday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Monday had been devoted to dragging herself to class and then back to her room to sleep, so it wasn't until Tuesday that Karla managed to get to the store and open it back up. She patted the as-yet-unnamed-rooster (dammit! Where were those votes?!) and stepped inside, making sure that everything appeared to be in roughly the same shape as when she'd left.

For the most part, the store was exactly as she remembered it--all except for the big stack of letters on the counter next to Little Strife, the cash register. That was odd. They got random deliveries all the time, but rarely ever mail.

Confusion turned to excitement when she opened the first and saw they were from 'Dite! 'Dite who was apparently on some kind of time-adventure, keeping Ares from wrecking history. And that excitement turned back to confusion after she'd finished reading the letters and sat puzzling over the little drawings on the envelope; the drawings next to dried blood and the feeling of magic. The blood was far too old to try to get anything from and 'Dite's magic didn't work like her Craft, so she was left to puzzle over the funny little pictures instead.

'Dite's was open, but with a decidedly studious bent.

Cafe Luke's, Tuesday

[onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com]

Hayley was a little more chipper this week than last, partially thanks to the return-to-theme for the day's specials as she went about her day as head waitress. She had to hand it to the staff, they sure could be clever sometimes.

TODAY'S SPECIALS
Paint it Black Pudding
Jumping Jack Flash Fried Chicken
Brown Sugar Cake

Luke's was open.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

There was a request on the reservation line for "the room with the magic mirror." Mary wasn't sure what the magic mirror did or what room it was in, but she'd use any excuse to do an inventory of every mirror in the hotel. She loved taking inventory!

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Specials
Balsamic Chicken, Spinach and Tomato Pasta Salad
Rose Chiffon Cake

The Perk, Tuesday Morning

[forhisfriends.livejournal.com]

Simon seemed to be having a good week for once. He'd made the most of Spring Break in Rio if largely handwavily, taking in the sights, doing a bit of parkour... He'd even braved the crowds during the carnival, though invisible. It was the best way to people watch.

He was glad he'd gone.

Of course, his cheeks and nose were still suffering from how they'd been burned by the harsh Brazilian sun, but he didn't mind. They'd heal. And they seemed to be providing entertainment for Nathan – the one at home. Simon had texted a picture of his poor face to Alisha, who'd apparently shown it to the group since it hadn't been more than fifteen minutes until the first message from Nathan had arrived, filled with profanity and a baffling paradox of both accusing Simon of sending filthy, filthy photos to Alisha, and neglecting to send Nathan anything.

To be honest, the texts were making Simon smile to himself as he walked into the Perk for a morning cup of tea.

[ooc: Open post in town is ooopen.]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

It was nice that everyone else had gone on vacation when some people were stuck here. Not that your bartender was bitter. Tino was, but not Kitty.

Really.

50% OFF IF YOU WERE HERE ALL WEEK

Really really.