Caritas, Thursday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

Much like Kitty had been a few days previous, Cara was spending her shift working on her lesson plan.

Or rather staring in bewilderment at her class description and wondering who exactly was to blame for all this, and occasionally shooting dirty glances at Tino in case he had something to do with it. Also just on general principle.

So not at all like Kitty had been, really.

[Open, no ocd!]

Caritas, Friday, Aug. 26

[living_endless]

Didi noticed the scent of roses that accompanied the island's return to its home dimension as soon as she left her house. (It made for a nice distraction from wondering where exactly Tamsin had gotten off to.) By the time she made it to the bar, there was a black rose tucked behind one of her ears, and a white one poking out of her bag. They didn't come from anywhere in particular: Like so many of the Endless's personal possessions, they simply Were.

She twisted the flowers absently through the day, enjoying their silky petals against her fingers in between the mundane work of running the bar.

The bartender was in, and more than usually sympathetic.

[OOC :Open bar/post. Almost done spamming!]

Groovy Tunes, Friday

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante had plans for the night, which made the day feel both less jittery and longer. It didn't help that the stereo at Groovy Tunes didn't want to play anything besides really slow European ska-reggae-funk-fusion stuff music all day.

In the end, there was only one thing left for Dante to do: settle down behind the counter with his phone and browse YouTube. Send weird or fun stuff to his friends. Funny cat videos to Anders, dance club pages to Roscoe, weird Japanese adult cartoon ("wtfh they got against plants n witches") stuff to Isabela... ... and also Anders, just to see what kind of snark he could get out of it.

Keeping busy, pretty much.

[[ open! ]]

Around Fandom, Early Friday Morning

[endsthegame]

A soft whistling noise pierced the sky early in the morning.

Fandom was homesick. And whatever danger it had faced in Maryland, it had to be long gone. And - if it was honest - it missed Ingvar and the Isle of IKEA.

So it vanished off the shore of Sauropolis, leaving a wafting scent of roses behind-- and then it reappeared in its old spot, causeway sliding out to land back onto a familiar road. It, too, smelled strangely of roses, and the smell would permeate the island's streets for the day before gently dispersing at night.

[[ establishy. ]]