Book Haven, Tuesday

[genesishero]

Evan was having another conundrum at the Book Haven today. He wanted to put out as many books from the new shipment as possible, of course. But the fact that every book on the shelves had apparently changed language magically overnight was making that difficult. Logically, he knew that the cookbooks were over there, but he certainly couldn't read Chinese or Cyrillic and he didn't even know if the same forces that had changed the books had alphabetized them, anyway. Was there even an alphabetization system for pictograms? Would it be a faux-pas of some sort to put the new shipment, which was in English, out amongst all of the other apparently haphazard assorted books in the wild?

Most of Evan's morning, admittedly, was spent just looking helplessly between the new books and the old, absolutely puzzled.

The rest of it was spent making a display consisting of just the new books, because why spread the English language texts around the store where people would have a heck of a time finding them, anyway? He was all for multiculturalism and such, but whatever this was seemed a touch counter-intuitive.

[Open, OCD-free! I remembered to post one of my kids' jobs this week, go me!]

The Magic Box [Tuesday]

[pasunereveuse.livejournal.com]

Celia came in today with three extra little plastic IKEA screws in her pocket.

She still had no idea where they went, considering she had assembled that bookcase in class perfectly (on the third try.) The directions didn't call for three more screws anywhere, so...clearly they were just extra, right?

Of course, it worried her that it was an odd number. That seemed strange.

In any case, she was spending her day today straightening the magic texts and setting aside the scant few that had held helpful information for her -- given how her abilities worked, she didn't have much call for spells or incantations, but everything reference she'd found on spell-breaking was getting bookmarked. It couldn't hurt.

(She never did figure out where those three screws came from. Hopefully someone else's bookcase wouldn't fall apart because they were missing.)

[open post, no OCD, and I'm getting IKEA furniture-assembly PTSD just thinking about those little plastic pieces. WHY DO YOU SOMETIMES GIVE US EXTRA, IKEA, IT'S JUST CONFUSING.)

Fandom Post Office, May 20 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

Éponine was used to parcels of various sizes and completely random, bizarre shapes coming through the post office every day, and despite her innate curiosity she actually managed to resist the temptation to find out what was inside.

But today there was an entire sorting bin full of small plastic pouches, all of which rattled to some extent as if they all contained small bits of plastic or metal (or both), all of which were vaguely lumpy, all of which had the Isle of IKEA as a return address. And really, how was a girl supposed to sort all of those without wanting to know what was inside? Was it really reasonable to expect her not to give in and open one of them just to see? She could always claim that particular package had gotten ripped open en route before it even arrived in Fandom. She wouldn't even take any of the contents!

. . . all things considered, it was impressive that she'd held out until the middle of the day.

She was just about to "accidentally" open one of the envelopes (temptation probably fueled by the jumbo iced mocha picked up on her lunch break) when a customer came in and tossed one of the packets onto the counter, crankily wanting to know where it had come from, because they definitely hadn't ordered it, and what were they supposed to do with these things, anyway?

Well. It was open already. That saved her the trouble! When Éponine dumped the contents of the pouch into her hand, she found several allen wrenches, some strange little bits of metal, tiny plastic L-shaped brackets, and a short wooden dowel with a split running halfway down its middle.

"Good lord, what's anyone at all supposed to do with these things anyway?" she called toward the front door, already swinging shut behind the customer who'd left in a huff.

Too bad the answer to that question probably lay with whichever unfortunate person, somewhere in the world or probably the greater Baltimore metropolitan area, just had their bed fall apart on them.

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

For some reason all the glassware in the bar was missing today, except for the shot glasses. In fact, it was possible things had been replaced by shot glasses.

SPECIAL
SHOTS!

When life gives you lemons... you use them for shots.

Trooper Station: Tuesday

[fracknotfrak.livejournal.com]

Irrational thoughts and memories had kept Vic up late the night before her first true shift at the station. So sometime during the night Vic had just packed a change of clothes and went into the station to sleep in a jail cell until her shift started. It was a habit she had from back home and it was a weird comfort thing.

Luckily there weren't any prisoners in cells today.

After she woke up, changed and walked into the lobby of the station she did get a few weird looks from the troopers.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" she snapped.

The troopers went back to work as Vic got her coffee and settled down to a long day of paperwork.

[Open]

Portalocity Office, Tuesday

[not_a_whiner]

Okay, Kaidan couldn't put off coming here any longer than he already had. Actually, as soon as he entered the office, it became patently obvious that maybe he'd already left it longer than he should have. There was paperwork piling up towards the ceiling - how'd that come in here anyway? - and for some reason entirely beyond his understanding there was a small sentient carrot sitting in the corner, scowling at him.

"I'll, uh..."

He had to take a pause to take it all in.

"...I'll go look around for your ticket, sir."

God, he hoped Sam had left a decent filing system.

[[ open! ]]

The Park, Late Tuesday night

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

It was just a normal night in the park. Some ducks were quacking, some squrrels were probably drinking, some crickets were making cricket noises. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Well, at least until a glowy, multi-colored crystal fell out of the sky and hit the ground, shattering into a bunch of pieces. Each of those pieces shot off, finding someone to attach to in the middle of the night and leaving no trace of the larger crystal in the park.

Well, no trace other than the fact that the crickets' chirping started to sound way more aggressive, but still.

[OOC: Mood Crystals are active! Have fun being moody!]