Luke's, Tuesday, May 6

[justbeingbay]

Bay had barely left her room since Gert died, and she wasn't sure she felt like doing it today.

She went to work anyhow. The routine of it was comforting; the reminders of Gert, from her name on the schedule to a few things she'd left in the break room, were not. She was going to have to talk to Principal Winchester or Dean Skywalker about what had happened sooner or later, but the welcome picnic hadn't really seemed like the time.

She'd pay one of them a visit during her lunch break, she decided, and went back to rolling silverware into napkins. Keeping her hands busy helped.

Demon Marcus, Tuesday

[not_every_mage]

Anders had planned to suffer through in his robes until he could find a job, but a few days of warm weather put an end to that plan. He was in his linen undertunic and a pair of too-loose denim trousers borrowed from the common room lost-and-found as he met Eleanor at the clothing store to take her up on her offer of a shopping trip. The trousers chafed his legs uncomfortably, but he assumed one got used to them.

The store was completely overwhelming for a Fereldan. He'd seen suits of armor for sale, and a handful of premade gowns, but nothing like this: One rack of shirts held more variety in color and cut than he'd seen in four years at the Circle.

"We don't have anything like this at home," he admitted. "Where should we start?"

[OOC: Mainly for Eleanor but can also be used for other shopping/Anders needs!]

the park ; tuesday afternoon

[flickofthewrist]

Flick hadn't really been getting out a lot lately. He didn't really mind that either. He'd been doing just fine sticking to his room and the dorms and occasionally venturing out for class or to go off island. But today, he'd taken a leisurely walk into town and settled himself down on a bench.

The weather was warmer and that plus the feeling of the bench between him reminded him of some better times in New York. Benches weren't ideal for sleeping on but when he'd been too wrecked or embarrassed to go to Joi's, they made for good makeshift beds. He'd slept in worse places.

Flick stretched out his legs in front of him and leaned back, propping his head against the back of the bush and closing his eyes. Maybe he'd fall asleep here for old times sake. Or maybe he'd take a rare moment to himself to not think about anything and not worry about anything.

[It's an open place so the post is open too]

Fandom Post Office, May 6 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

One of the postage scales was being temperamental today. Every time Éponine tried to weigh something, no matter how light it might be, the scale would start blinking error messages and beeping frantically.

Not only that, it kept beeping the melody of Alouette, the significance of which was lost on the cat of the same name who was playing behind the counter today.

For more than one reason, Éponine was fairly sure the scale was mocking her.

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Tino had maaaybe had a little too much fun for Cinco de Mayo. Because on Seis de Mayo he was slumped over the bar with his face buried in his arms and every once in a while he'd mutter something that Kitty thought might be a request for water, which she was fine with getting for him. The first few times.

The zombies were also playing some fairly loud rock and roll tonight, and Kitty thought about asking them to turn it down until Tino asked for aspirin a third time and refused to go home (upstairs) because it was too far away. Play on, zombies, play on.

Freedom Arms, Tuesday!!!

[the_merriest]

Okay, Rikku was totally nailing this week. First she'd wrapped up all the Al Bhed stuff way early, and then she'd crashed in on Reno and found a job all in the same day. How impressive was that??? And now, Tuesday, was her first day at work.

Well, really, her first day back, because she had totally worked here way back in the day when she was a student. It still counted!!!

If anyone needed Rikku, she was going to be bouncing on her toes behind the counter, sorting out some of her upgradeable items and trying to decide if she wanted to put any on her Glock. Although, really, the second someone came through the door she'd be on them like white on rice. Or Rikku on a new potential friend.

The Freedom Arms was open!!!!!

Magic Box [Tuesday, 5/6]

[pasunereveuse.livejournal.com]

Celia bounded into work after her rubber-band-car failure, still feeling stung (mostly literally -- the snap on those things wasn't anything to joke about.)

She had intended to start today dusting and cleaning as usual, but that was until she managed to trip over her broom and twist her ankle. And while initially she'd thought she'd just keep off it and fix it when she was back home, the pain was distracting enough that she eventually just sat down behind the counter, pulled off her stocking and boot (the scandal!) and set to work mending what was wrong.

It was distracting enough work for an hour, and she'd be able to help anyone who came in, still. She just...might not get up.

[ooooopen shop, mild sp whilst I'm at work!]

Book Haven, Tuesday

[genesishero]

Okay, so perhaps Evan hadn't thought through this 'being employed and having a telepathic dinosaur' thing very well. Not that he'd really planned for this, granted. Old Lace and Ozzy had gotten along fairly well on Sunday, when he'd left them alone together in his room for his library shift, but Old Lace had looked kind of pathetic when he came back to his room afterward. And, well, she had huge eyes. He was quickly learning that his dinosaur gave better puppy eyes than his dog did.

So today, he was trying something a little different. Ozzy stayed behind again, and Old Lace came along with him, under the strict understanding that she would behave herself until lunch time, when he'd take her for a walk to get some exercise or something. She seemed amenable to that (or at least that's what Evan had gathered from the look on her face), and she'd come along with him to work.

Today at the Book Haven, Evan was putting out a display of dinosaur books. Old Lace was helping. If, by helping, one meant she was sitting and watching curiously, occasionally snorting whenever she spotted a cover that caught her interest.

So far, so good!

[Open, OCD-free!]

Galactica Point, Tuesday Afternoon

[doesnotkneel]

After several days spent in this strange place, it began to occur to Edward that perhaps he should put some effort into returning... eventually. But there was no haste to the matter as far as he could see: he had yet to receive any of this free education he'd been promised, the food was decent, and most importantly, his parents were still likely to be angry.

He chose to do something less sensible with his time instead - exploring the island. It came as something of a relief that they were this close to the sea, both because it meant his dreams of seafaring felt a bit closer, and because he had never lived anywhere that wasn't close to the water.

And what better vantage point to enjoy this gorgeous blue sprawl than the island's own walls? He'd climbed up top somewhere near the causeway and traced the wall all the way up towards Galactica Point. He sat there now, perched on a stone jutting out of that wall as if he were a bird. The smell of the water in his nose and the wind in his face: couldn't do better than that on a day like this, could you?

[[ open! ]]