Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday

[puppy_fair]

Okay. Zack had to draw a line somewhere, probably. They'd wound up with a horse a month or two back, and all the chickens. But the person who had come in today saying that they could no longer take care of their beloved pet was taking this really seriously, and Zack wasn't quite certain how to explain that if there was any one kind of pet out there that probably could get set free...

But no, dearest Iggy absolutely needed a home, and his former owner was threatening to break into tears, laying out a list of Iggy's needs, everything Iggy liked best in order to make for a smooth transition into shelter life.

Zack sighed as he held out a hand to take the list that Iggy's owner had brought in with him.

"I promise, he'll be taken good care of."

And that was why there was a large chunk of granite sitting at the front desk for the rest of the day. Iggy appreciated a view of what was going on, apparently.

[OOC: Open!]

Covent Garden Flowers, Tuesday

[shiroi_tiger]

Nathan had brought in his sword again, just in case. On the list of things he hadn't figured he'd need in order to work at the flower shop, that was definitely one of them, but here he was. With a sword.

And of course everything was actually behaving itself today.

He sighed, shook his head, and then got to work reading up on ikebana before working on an arrangement, trying to see if he could get the hang of it. If so, then maybe he'd have his class for Friday all worked out. If not, he was probably going to have to resort to shoving ink and brush at his students and getting them to give calligraphy a try. But hell, between here and Friday pretty much anything could happen.

For the time being, there was an iris and a twig, and Nathan was going to very firmly focus on getting the balance just so...

[OOC: Open!]

Fandom Post Office, June 6 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

Éponine was going to be running entirely on coffee today, that was a given. Coffee, and a half dozen donuts she'd picked up from J,GoB on her way in this morning, and if anyone so much as cast a half-interested look in the donuts' direction they'd be in for . . . something. Maybe a severe glare, at the very least.

To her relief there were no butterflies bursting out of mailboxes today, as she wasn't in the mood for that.

Borders of tiny cacti had sprung up around the registers, though. That was new.

[[OCD-free, open, SP will be a thing and all that.]]

Turtle & Canary; Tuesday [06/06].

[merchant_of_miracles]

Things felt...very strange at Turtle & Canary this Tuesday. Apu had noticed it. The "unicorns" had noticed it. Even the Squishy machine seemed to have noticed it. The only person who did not was the Merchant of Miracles himself, if that's even who that was. After all, the little stoic man with the turban who came in quietly, fed the unicorns, counted the till, got everything ready for whatever shipments came in, couldn't possibly be the same man who had been terrorizing the store with his loud, obnoxious voice, flailing limbs, and wild ruminations, accusations, and sketchy business deals.

"Hello, Apu," the Merchant had said, sitting on his stool behind the counter. "Do you know if that back order of cereal finally came in? How about the fancy soaps? Kids these days, they do seem to like their fancy soaps."

And then he just started...calmly shifting through the books in between customers, who he didn't even jump at or shout at or anything. It seemed that, without emphasis or theatrics, bold statements and weird little quirks, the Merchant of Miracles was just...some tiny old man in really short shorts.

Today's Squishy Flavors:
Vanilla
Plain
Red

Help Wanted

Turtle & Canary is open!

Needful Things; Tuesday [06/06].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer found herself feeling surprisingly mellow today. Like, she'd occasionally feel the urge to rant about something, which was typical, but then when it came to actually doing it...it was as though she didn't have the words. She would open her mouth, a whole diatribe built up in her head, and then she moved her tongue and...nothing. The words just seemed to fade away or never make it past her lips. Which...she was surprisingly fine with. It was...kind of nice, actually. Weird, but nice. It put her in a good mood when she wasn't spouting negative things, and it definitely put a curb on her babbling. If only she hadn't felt that way yesterday!

As such, she was tending to the shop as usual that Tuesday, just without the long internal monologues about how silly or stupid or weird something was. They were still silly and stupid and weird, of course, but she just didn't seem to have the mental capacity to complain about the silliness or the stupidity or the weirdness. It all felt very Zen, and she kind of liked it, whatever it was.

Needful Things is open!

Dite's Decadent Delights, Tuesday

[spin_kick_snap]

Her tattoos were healing nicely (if more than a little itchily), so Kathy was back at work today. She was avoiding anything that would work her arms a lot, instead focusing on the omnipresent paperwork that came with managing a store.

...There were apparently a lot of patriotic-themed toys out there in the world. Okay then. Looked like she'd have to update her order to include some for the Fourth. Maybe make a display with a fireworks pun?

She was so busy plotting the display that she didn't realize she'd grabbed strawberry-flavored lube to rub onto her shoulder instead of her plain lotion until the smell of fake strawberries hit her nose and her shoulder felt sticky.

"This is a very Monday-feeling Tuesday," she grumbled and got up to wash it off.

[No OCD but open!]

Fandom High Counseling, Tuesday

[sharp_man]

Hannibal was having a good week, and was quite happy to open his doors (metaphorically) and his windows (actually) to his patients. There was unobtrusive violin music playing, and in between meetings, he was researching...things, for his pet project with Jono.

The doctor was in!


[Open post, no OCD!]

Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

[tigerundercover]

Raven didn't much feel like being at work today, but she didn't have a good enough reason not to be, so here she was.

The stereo didn't seem to much feel like being at work today, either. It wasn't playing anything out of the ordinary, except that it usually played all sorts of things out of the ordinary, so its ordinary playing was totally extraordinary in and of itself —

And now Raven's head kind of hurt. But not really. Only kind of.

Anyway, here was Groovy Tunes.

[open! Raven's mood today is maybe a little bit me. . . .]