Town Hall, Tuesday

[fjordicswagger]

"You know, that new movie, Shades of... whatever?" Tamsin asked. She had her feet propped up on the desk and a drink with all the ice cubes in the world in it. She was also staring up at the ceiling.

Bright Eyes sighed. "Yes," she said dutifully. "It's in theaters now. But I don't think it's advisable to go see i--"

"Oh, I'm not seeing it," Tamsin said, waving a lazy hand in her general direction. "I'm not stupid. But you think the movie theater has posters? Maybe we should get one of those ad companies to just put a big ol' poster of some naked people up on the tallest building in town."

She looked towards Bright Eyes. "What is the tallest building in town?" she said. "The school? Could we get away with having an ad agency put a giant poster of, like, private-parts obscured fake-BDSM naked people on the--?" She tapped a button on her computer and an image jumped up. "...Eesh, okay, the guy's not hot. Is there anything else that looks like borderline soft-core we can get posters of?"

Some days, Bright Eyes wondered if she hadn't made the capital mistake of making a supervillain mayor of the island.

[[ open! ]]

Fandom Post Office, February 17 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

As it turned out, Éponine ran into Cosette on her way from the radio station to work and promptly demanded to know where she'd been.

"I took a walk," Cosette explained with an uncharacteristically distracted expression, "as I usually do, but I must have gotten a bit carried away. I lost track of the time, I'm terribly sorry, but I was just so restless, I couldn't --"

"Yes, yes, it happens, " Éponine answered gruffly, annoyed that she was relieved to hear it, because why should she be so concerned? It wasn't her responsibility to look after Cosette. "Maybe you ought to go back to your father's for a day or two."

She only got a strange look for that. "I've got classes to attend today," Cosette informed her with a mildly indignant expression that said she could look after herself.

So Éponine had relented and let her go on her way with a half-muttered, "Well then, don't expect me to do anything about it if you get yourself into trouble," after which she made it the rest of the way to the post office, went to the supply closet so she could restock the lobby, and promptly abandoned that plan.

"If you ruin any of the envelopes while you're in there, I'm leaving it to you to see they're replaced," she yelled at -- whoever it was. She was assuming they were coworkers but it wasn't like she could see their faces.

Honestly, it was sad how much she was looking forward to trudging around in the cold all day, but this week could go to hell for all she cared.

[OOC: No OCD today, but open post!]

Luke's, Tuesday

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Seriously, people. Kenzi knew she was hot, but she had a boyfriend. Quit macking on her at work, busboy.

"And no you are not sick, you don't get to go home and 'hide under the blankets,'" Kenzi told two of the chefs.

SPECIALS
Sliders
Fandom Unagi & other sushi
Chocolate shakes
Banana Split


Luke's was open.

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

As much as Kitty loved having Clint around all the time during weeks like this, after many, many days getting a break or two was a good thing. Because let's face it, after there were times you were just sore and needed a nap. So she was kind of glad to have tonight's shift, even if she wouldn't end up staying till the end of it, and even if she'd already called out of Xavier's tomorrow because lol no was she going to hang out with Peter and familyish members when she came from somewhere overpollenated.

Still, it didn't stop her from ending up sending a text because it wasn't like she wasn't thinking about it.

Anyway, Caritas was open, just in case you needed to facilitate your hookups with dirty-named drinks, or you wanted to flirt with someone you wouldn't get any out of.

Wonka's, all day Tuesday

[giveherahand]

Mara's mind kept drifting (and no, it didn't help at ALL when your roommate was Johnny Storm, thanks so much for that, Fandom), so she was grateful for an excuse to go to work and eat chocolate and get paid for it.

Even if her mind was now drifting along chocolate-drenched lines...

STUPID ISLAND. Ugh.

Wonka's was open and frustrated.