The Park: Tuesday

[fracknotfrak.livejournal.com]

The Trooper station was still getting complaints about the weekend. ("Are you female again? Get over it." "No sir, I don't really give a shit that you didn't get to be female") So Vic left Ralph to deal with the phone calls because someone really needed to go on patrol.

Not that there was a lot of people on the island at the moment.

Hey. C'mon. Those flamingos could act up and riot at any minute.

Which is why Vic was having a cup of coffee and keeping an eye on them.

As you do.

[Offsite and AFK for most of the day but open to SP]

Fandom Post Office, Tuesday (October 7)

[filleauloup]

This was going to be another very quiet, possibly very boring week on the island, Éponine could tell, though that didn't necessarily translate to her having a quiet day at work.

Not when someone had mailed in three dozen individually stamped and labeled helium balloons this week, and she was starting to suspect that someone was just trying to be annoying for fun.

It was a good thing the balloons were so light -- when she called the originating post office to ask about it she was told that the customer had even tried to argue that they should get mailed for free because they'd probably make the mail truck lighter -- and came with strings. They weren't too difficult to handle this way. If they had been, she might very well have ended up "accidentally" popping some of them out of irritation before lunchtime.

So yes, there was one amused but perplexed mail carrier making her rounds of the island today with a large cluster of multicolored balloons tied to the strap of her mail bag and bobbing overhead. All things considered, that was relatively normal.

The Perk, Tuesday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

For once, Karla wasn't making tragic faces at all the coffee on display that she was (mostly) not allowed to have. It was fall on the island, which meant caramel apple cider. Her mug was two-thirds cider, the remaining third was the Perk's delicious whipped cream which extended into a high, unsteady mound in the air. Just looking at it made her smile.

Warren was also thrilled that it was cider season, because it meant that he could enjoy an Americano for the first time in...months? Without getting in trouble, even.

It was heaven.

"Did you know that they tried to convince me to add pumpkin spice to my cider?" Karla asked. "You don't know what I had to threaten to convince them to never mention that phrase in my presence again."