Fandom Post Office, August 1 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

Everything at the post office seemed to be as normal as one might expect around here, at least for the first couple of hours of the day. Éponine was suspicious, but went about her regular duties -- just with a few askance looks at her surroundings. Well. A few more than usual; there were several of those a day as it was, particularly when she was in the stock room.

She was right to be suspicious, as it (to her complete lack of surprise) turned out: by the time the day's incoming mail was sorted and ready to go into mailboxes, she discovered that the tiny knobs on the door of each mailbox had an approximately 50/50 chance of turning into blueberries upon an attempt to grasp them.

Bit of a sticky situation, that, even if the knobs did revert to normal afterward.

Tasty, though.

[OOC: Open, but extreme SP likely today.]

Furnado, Tuesday

[puppy_fair]

Zack wasn't quite certain what it was he was looking at, today.

"... It's a stick?"

The vet on staff assured him that it wasn't a stick.

"But... all that's in there are sticks."

The stick in the little plastic container took a step.

"That's not a stick!?"

Earth animals were weird.

[ooc: NGL I really want a stick insect. Open!]

Covent Garden Flowers, Tuesday

[shiroi_tiger]

Nathan generally expected weirdness when he stepped in for his shifts, these days.

He hadn't been expecting fish, though. But that was what he was met with, most of them looking... various degrees of distressed, mostly. It wasn't as though the flower shop didn't have containers that could hold water. They made decently sized arrangements there, after all, that went into vases. It was more that those containers were on the smallish side for larger cichlids, and they didn't have anything in the way of filtration units, either.

So, Nathan's day was going to be spent making phone calls to the animal shelter to see if they had a tank that could house them, or, if they couldn't take them, if they had the materials to build a small indoor pond. That sort of thing was classy, right?

He had no goddamn clue what he was doing. But he did, at least, leave a note for Peter saying that, if he didn't want fish in his flower shop, he was welcome to figure out something else to do with them. Nathan really just didn't want to deal with a couple dozen large dead fish today.

Today wasn't so much about the flowers, really, no. But Covent Garden was open, if a bit fishy.

[OOC: I miss having a cichlid tank so much. Also open.]

Needful Things; Tuesday [08/01].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Okay, okay, so Summer knew that Lady Ghanima had said none of the antiques in this place were cursed or whatever like her last Needful Things gig, but sometimes, she really doubted that assessment. Like today. No matter how she moved them or rearranged them or even put them on the damn floor, all these antique weather vanes kept falling off the shelves. Some of them would spin wildly around, even though the AC was totally not even strong enough to rustle a piece of paper, let alone crafted pieces of metal and wood. It was almost as if there was something wrong or they were trying to tell her something...

...which was just crazy, they were just weather vanes. She did spend a little bit more time idly spinning the ones with horses on them, though, watching them as they creaked from being rusty and well-worn, as if they might eventually reveal to her their mysteries.

Needful Things is open!

[[and so is the post!]]

Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

[tigerundercover]

So the stereo actually seemed to be behaving itself this week, playing just what Raven asked it to, without messing with the volume, or stopping at random times in the song, or playing obnoxious ads, or even adding static to the music at all. It was all making Raven very suspicious.

As was the odd, very soft, two-note theme that seemed to be creeping in around the edges of the occasional song throughout her shift.

Hopefully no one would mind if Raven was a little extra suspicious and jumpy today. Or if her teeth and nails were a touch extra-sharp. . . .

[Open!]