Fandom Post Office, July 22 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

The good thing about having to split time between working inside the post office and being out on a delivery route was that it meant Éponine didn't have to spend her entire day indoors. That was a particularly good thing today, since it was apparently one of those days where she'd rather be anywhere but inside the post office; never mind if it was a bit cloudy out, being indoors was enough to make her start falling asleep, it seemed like.

Which would explain the very large mug of coffee that was never out of reach -- and never empty, for that matter -- whenever she was indoors today.

. . . which, for entirely related reasons, wasn't very often. Surprise.

The Magic Box [Tuesday]

[pasunereveuse.livejournal.com]

Celia came in to work today bearing a rather sleepy-looking owl on her begloved arm. She felt bad, really, about keeping him awake during the day, but he hadn't seemed happy to just stay in her room without her, either.

(At least, from what she could tell using their hoot-and-flap-based system of communication. She admittedly didn't have a lot of experience communicating with birds before Ichabod had apparently turned into one.)

Of course, when she walked in today, she found the place half-covered in decorations for some sort of Hallowe'en celebration. In July. Because her week hadn't been odd enough.

"Well, at least you match the theme," she told Ichabod, setting him on the counter as she eagerly peered around at the decorations. She eventually found the boxes with the remaining artifacts in them, and that was how she spent her day: hanging those up, so the store was in full spooky regalia.

Because when one walks into madness, one should embrace it. And because orange and black went nicely together.

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Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty wasn't going to be here all night, considering she was trying to get ready for Tokyo and all, but she figured she could have a shift for a few hours and make sure everything was set before she left. Even if she was a little more preoccupied with trip plans. And excited to see her dragon. She didn't think anyone could blame her.

Also, the zombies were back selling CD's and shirts, and their gig had apparently gone so well that Tino had declared himself their manager, so that was a thing that was happening.

Dite's Decadent Delights [Tuesday]

[begmetwice.livejournal.com]

Today, Irene had decided, would be an excellent time to concentrate on her marketing efforts. The 'HELP WANTED' sign went back in the window, and she had brought her computer in with her today again to look over ideas for events that she could put on to drive traffic to the shop.

So far, she'd managed to avoid anything so pedestrian as Pinterest, but she knew it was a matter of time. Though Irene was mostly worried about the corners of the internet she'd have to visit to find some sort of craft for a party for a sex shop, honestly. There were just too many things that one could make penis-shaped, really.

Trooper Station: Tuesday

[fracknotfrak.livejournal.com]

So apparently when you go on a police raid spree which involves, shooting, arresting people and attempting to shut down businesses... You get to a shitload more paperwork than you usually do.

"Seriously? This was over a week ago!"

And it compounds when you try to ignore it.

"In triplicate? That's what Xerox machines are for!"

And then there's Ralph.

"Turn that fucking jazz music off."

It was going to be a long day for Vic.

The Park, Tuesday Afternoon

[doesnotkneel]

It was a lovely enough day today - one of many as of late. Edward had been told on no few occasions that this was a relatively mild summer for the area, a claim which he could not help but doubt. These kinds of temperatures were unusual in Bristol for more than a few days at a time, and it had most certainly been more than a few times.

At least the clouds were out often enough.

In fact, the clouds were out again today, which had driven Edward from his hiding spot in the cool dorms and out into the park. He'd secured some fresh fruit from the common room, which he was now eating, and a garment called a t-shirt that he'd managed to talk some poor sod out of a few weeks ago hung off his frame.

He started off walking laps 'round the park - but occasionally his eyes would skip over to one of the trees, and he'd wonder if he could climb it. Perhaps if boredom struck worse than it already had?

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