Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan was wearing his jacket today to work. The long, heavy duster that he'd permanently borrowed from the Boards during Dr. Lecter's attempted-wedding-turned-Halloween-party. It was warm, which was a great counterpoint to the cold outside, sure. But that wasn't why he was refusing to take it off. Of course the staff, all clad in horrible sweaters of their own, were all taking it upon themselves to speculate as to what his shirt had turned into that made him willing to broil alive the entire day, rather than just shuck a layer and suck it up with the rest of them.

So far, the guesses ranged from fairly tame (is it a reindeer? with an actual light-up nose?) to outright absurd (it's a naked woman! it's a naked man?), but nobody had ever really come close. And Kanan, who around noon had started making excuses to head into the freezer to get things for the kitchen, wasn't giving them an inch either way just because the island thought it was funny.

Today's Specials:
Half off your meal if you guess at what's on Kanan's shirt!

"... I'm not getting involved in this. Do we need more frozen berries?"

The cook looked dubiously at the growing pile of thawing food on the counter that he was going to have to put to use already.

"No."

Groovy Tunes, Sunday

[that_oldsaying]

"That's holiday music, right?" Alluka asked the stereo when she came in. It seemed happy that she asked, so it kept on playing the song it was on.

She didn't really know it, but it was about reindeer and animals were always pretty cute.

Her sweater wasn't all that cute, not by her usual standards, but it lit up and, in an odd way, reminded her of Mabel.

So she'd decided that it could stay.

And while she was thinking about Mabel, Alluka was going to work on a letter to her. Hopefully Mabel was having a fun time with the holiday--but then, Mabel usually had a fun time with everything.

Groovy Tunes is Open!

Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

"Ah... shit."

Sparkle had kind of been afraid that this was going to happen. Ever since the only shirts he could find in his dresser this morning were ridiculous Christmas sweaters (though the one he'd pulled on today had given him a much-needed cackle, so he wasn't entirely complaining), he'd been at least low-level paranoid that whatever he showed up to work to today, it wasn't going to be his usual stock.

Nope. Not his usual stock by any stretch of the imagination. Some of the Christmas sweaters were at least the tolerable side of hideous, but a lot of them, especially the ones that he was sure were usually fancier, more expensive merchandise, were burn-barrel hideous.

... Eh. He could work with this. He was putting an assortment of the sweaters in the window along with a sign:

One Day Mystery Shirt Sale! All shirts marked down to $10. Buy a sweater today, end up with who knows what tomorrow!

People liked surprises, right? And that was probably the only way he was going to be able to move any stock today anyway.

[OOC: Open!]

Covent Garden Flowers, Monday

[greenexorcist.livejournal.com]

Shiemi was in the shop today, but you may have to get her attention. She failed a test in Demon Summoning at Cram School yesterday and has to make it up, so she's a bit buried in her books today.

But if you choose to come in out of the cold, it smells of warm peppermint inside the store, there's tea ready, and some pretty winter wreaths (now half off!) are still hanging by the register.

A homemade sign on the door says, "Bet no one is getting them a hand-selected personalized bouquet for Christmas! Why don't you?"







[come in! ✿Flowers!✿]