Fandom Post Office, September 12 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

When she came in -- or more accurately dragged herself in, yawning frequently and clutching an extra large cup of coffee in her hands with an expression on her face that said she'd likely cut you if you so much as made a move toward it -- this morning, Éponine looked like she hadn't slept well. Oh, she'd spent about twelve hours sleeping, but most of that had involved some very strange dreams of the sort that had been extremely vivid at the time but that she couldn't for the life of her describe now that she was awake. For a given value of awake, that was.

Apparently she was still trying to remember what the dreams had been about, because she was an hour or so into sorting the incoming mail when she suddenly burst out, "But why the hell'd I be trying to solve puzzles using platefuls of beans? They're absurd, dreams are. I don't like them."

And then she sighed and went right back to putting piles of mail into mailboxes.

[[Method posting? Maybe. Post is open, the OCD is off starting a fifth playthrough of Uncharted: The Lost Legacy because I'm missing like ONE TREASURE AND I CAN'T FIND IT SPOIUSDLKFJPOIWUERS. Cough.]]

Covent Garden Flowers, Tuesday

[shiroi_tiger]

The monsoon had gone, the water had been cleaned up, and everything appeared to be back to normal at the flower shop by the time Nathan came in for his shift today. So it only stood to reason that he was going to be the one to open a shipment of what was supposed to be flower pots, and was instead treated to the sight of a large box full of tiny decorative gourds.

He squinted a little, and then shrugged, and proceeded to spend the rest of his day putting together autumn-themed bouquets. If the fixation on pumpkin spice anything over at the coffee shop was any indication, they probably wouldn't do too badly, he figured.

[OOC: Open!]

Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday

[puppy_fair]

Zack was having... just... an off day today. Not for any reason he could put a finger on. Or for any reason he wanted to put a finger on, for that matter. And so the first thing he did when he walked into the shelter was head into the back to get one of the scelties that Karla had brought in, to keep him company while he went around the shelter, doing his weekly duties. Feeding, cleaning, checking up on...

He had to leave the pup outside the door to the chicken enclosure on the roof, though. Not that he didn't trust her to leave the birds be; she was surprisingly bright, even for a dog! He just wasn't entirely convinced the chickens wouldn't all try to chase her out anyway. They were impressively tough birds, after all.

Zack had developed a healthy respect for the chickens.

[OOC: And open!]

Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

[tigerundercover]

Raven was mostly spending her shift poking around on her phone feeling bored. The stereo kept trying to play stupid songs at her, but she'd decided that it was like the old adage about bullies on the playground: it just wanted attention. So she was ignoring it.

Until she found herself tapping her feet to a particular song choice it made.

"Okay," she said. "This is kind of cool. But I don't see why girls have to sound infantile in order to make it in more industrial music genres. . . ."

Twenty minutes later, she was asking the stereo to play it again and stomp-dancing around while she worked the floor.

It was catchy, okay?

[ooc: as Raven goes through the same stages I did when first listening to this song. . . . Open!]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

The bar was almost done! Kitty had some extra stuff to do to make things pretty, but she was done bleeding money and there wouldn't be any more construction!

So, she was juggling bar tending with grand opening party planning and class planning and oksy, maybe she was dumb for trying to take on even more.

[No OCD, open!]