Fandom Trooper Station, Thursday

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

Jessica wasn't sure what the deal was, but the troopers seemed on edge this week. She did notice that some of them seemed to be avoiding putting on their full armor for some reason, as if wearing white space plastic armor was a bad idea.

And then she noticed the messages on the station voicemail. "Tyatee zehg, tyatee zehg, enenah kush weewa..." It was kind of song-songy and adorable, but it seemed to fill the troopers with a kind of inherent dread.

Weird.

Post Office, Thursday

[intotheout]

The post office was very quiet, today. Suspiciously quiet.

It was probably just leftover from class where Cara had them keeping an eye out for both threats and incompetence, but Tip was eyeballing the customers extra hard, today. To the point where a trooper coming in to mail a letter decided to take several moments to sweep the place for contraband.

He -- she? -- it was hard to tell under all that armor. They apparently took offense at Tip's paperclip sculpture. Or maybe they were admiring the paperclip sculpture.

Either way, Tip had to start work on a new paperclip sculpture. Her last one had been confiscated.

[open!]

Demon Marcus, Thursday

[boneyard_girl]

It was a quiet enough week, so Ada dug out her 'work' sewing kit the moment she got to the store, and set herself about the task of making a dent in the mending and alterations piles.

Demon Marcus was open, and the tailor is in!

Taste of Thai, Thursday Evening

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra had not been this nervous about Garik since around this time last year, and she hated it fiercely. She had done nothing wrong. Garik's opinions might have been wrong, but he, too, had done nothing wrong. There was absolutely no reason for their association to feel as tenuous and fragile as it now did, and yet: it did.

Naturally, she arrived at the restaurant fifteen minutes early, wearing clothes she had switched out several times before finally saying to Hell with it and settling on a nice long eggplant sweater and loose trousers, hair loose, and... dithering. Largely with the hair, which got in the way and was irritating on so many levels. Why had she bothered? It was far more practical to keep it up.

Maker. And she was still standing outside the restaurant and Garik hadn't even shown up yet. How was she supposed to make it through the evening?

[[ cass is here for the one mentioned. taste of thai is open for other business too, though! ]]