Devil's Nest, Monday Afternoon and Evening

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity had a job now. Sure, she'd never been the day person for a vampire before, but it beat waiting tables in a micro-mini and tank top (thanks for nothing, Dave's Fish and Strips). It was pretty easy work, especially compared to the aforementioned waitressing or trying to convince non-sapient cryptids not to eat you, and she had a few hours of work before Tiny and the DJ to come in where she basically had the bar to herself.

Which was why she was practicing tango moves to a remix of Bust Your Windows while counting bottles of alcohol for the monthly inventory. A mouse dressed in furs and feathers kept track of the numbers she called out and nibbled on cocktail olives.

"Don't forget to subtract that from the stock," Verity reminded as she glided by. "We'll bring that home for the next feast day."

"Hail!" the mouse said happily, polishing off a pimento and adding another tick mark under the column labeled 'Olives.'

Covent Garden, Monday

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Shiemi had seen the Easter sign on the door, but still marveled at the decorations she found in and around the store. She worked for the Vatican and lived just outside a town called 'True Cross', so she had knowledge of the Easter season and holiday, but she was apparently not at all familiar with all of it. This western version...

The eggs and the lambs she could understand but ducks and rabbits and chocolate?

She shrugged and rolled up her kimono sleeves. The first part of the day was spent tidying up and making cute arrangements, even if she didn't understand them.

...

...

And then she dragged out her books and began copying summoning circles. She was going to practice some summoning after work and wanted to be prepared.


[Open!]

Luke's, Monday

[vdistinctive]

"Telling you to put on a shirt is not 'McCarthyism'." Despite everything, Eliot still couldn't quite believe he had to explain this to his dishwasher. "It's also not fascism, oppression, or denying you for first amendment rights. So put. A goddamn. Shirt on."

The dishwasher sulked and stormed towards the bathroom, presumably to follow instructions. Though why he had to be in private to put on a shirt, Eliot didn't know.

"What about using your reach and influence to secretly listen in on our conversations?" the busboy asked. "Is that McCarthyism?"

Eliot gave him a long, blank stare. "No," he said finally. "The squirrels are also not 'McCarthyists'."

"You don't know that," the cook pointed out. "They could totally have a list of the island residents who show anarchist leanings."

"Communist," a server corrected him. "McCarthy was anti-communist."

"Then who was anti-anarchist?"

"Basically everyone else working for the government," Eliot said. "Now can we please get some actual work done?"

The dishwasher came out of the bathroom wearing a "Frankie says relax" tshirt that was at least three sizes too small for him.

"So," Eliot said, giving up on everything. "That's a 'no', then."

Today's specials
A history lesson about the difference between
Sacco and Vanzetti
and Julius and Ethel Rosenberg
Also, you know, FOOD. Since this is a DINER.
Yeah yeah we're all fired w/e

Luke's was open.

Somewhere in the Park, Monday after work

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Shiemi finally found a nice place with enough open space that she didn't have to worry and set her things down. She began spreading a blanket. "I don't want to, Nee-chan. But I am going to have to let you go while I do this." She knelt and reached for her bag, pulling out the sheets of paper she'd been working on at the flower shop earlier.

"Nee?" Her familiar jumped from the top of her head to the ground to help. "NeEE."

"I'm worried, too. But I don't know if I have enough strength to hold you and summon anyone else." She was planning on only calling smaller golem-type demons but it was still dangerous. Demons were dangerous. It was hard enough dealing with demons for normal people, but a Tamer had to not only be stronger than the demon he or she called, but to have no fear and not lack confidence.

Sheimi shook her head and sent Nee-chan to gather rocks while she looked through the circles she had copied.

If the Tamer wavered at all, the demon could take over the Tamer or attack them... or run away into the world and cause troubles. Shiemi had actually seen this happen; Kamiki-san's familiars had turned against her and refused to serve her.

"That's if I can summon anything at all," She reminded herself as she set out one of the larger, simpler circles. Nee-chan helping now to weight it down with the rocks he'd found. She thanked him and then pulled a small piece of paper from her coat pocket and, with great reluctance, ripped it in half. Nee-chan disappeared in a puff of smoke. She hated doing that; even though she knew she could call him back, it still hurt.

"Now." She sat back, taking a deep breath, and reached for her book bag again. She could do this! "What was the summoning for Snowman?"



[open! She won't ACTUALLY summon anything today!]