Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

While Kitty was feeling 100% better than last week, her night was still annoying. This was due to the rum delivery not getting delivered, spending too much time on the phone yelling at her supplier, and then trying to set up someone new, to no avail.

Now, having taken inventory of what they had left in stock, Kitty was making a sign for specials on anything that didn't have rum in it.

[Save me from the power outage.]

Fandom Post Office, March 12

[filleauloup]

If yesterday had been a bit light on deliveries, today was even more so: there were several regularly-scheduled parcels that Éponine had been told to expect every Tuesday, and none of them had come in. (That was probably for the best, since she knew perfectly well that there were bottles of rum in there and had been trying to figure out how to 'appropriate' some of them for herself and then re-seal the packaging without anyone noticing.)

On the one hand, it meant she and her scrawny frame didn't have to lug them around town, but on the other hand it left her with a little more down time in her day than she liked having.

As a result, she resorted to tidying things up around the post office, reorganizing and even doing a bit of cleaning up. If she was doing this for the sake of figuring out where she could stash some of her things (particularly the liquor) for safekeeping because no, she still didn't have an actual place to live? Well, no one had to know.

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Gunther was in another one of his moods today. He was ranting about his food delivery and how his suppliers had made an absurd substitution for one of his most important ingredients.

"Calm down, Gunther. I'm sure it can't be that bad," said Mary, who was mentally picturing celery swapped for carrots. "How bad can it be?"

In response, Gunther shoved a large paper bag at her. It hit her with enough force to push her backwards. When she peeked inside the bag, Mary could see that it was so heavy because it contained a pair of large frozen birds. "I ordered rum! They send me frozen geese. Geese! How do you make rum punch with geese?" yelled Gunther before stomping off towards the kitchen.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Special:
Roast Goose with Molasses Ginger Glaze

[Brought to you by my subconscious, which gave me a dream about someone at work making me carry two frozen geese. No OCD today.]

Stark Industries, Tuesday, March 12

[ultron_junior]

Never mind why Victor was late to work. It had just been one of those days where absolutely nothing went right -- he overslept, he couldn't find his shoes, Chase and Nico kept texting him about some dumb dispute they were having -- and, as result, it was well after lunch before he made it to the shop.

Thank you for coming in, Mr. Mancha, Jarvis said coolly. I was worried you'd experienced a complete systems failure.

"It means so much to me that you care," Victor muttered, then settled in for some programming. Hopefully that would go right.

[OOC: No OCD because OMGwtfbbqlate.]