Covent Garden Flowers, Thursday

[2_old_for_this]

Well, at least apples were plants. Or part of plants.

Peter put the basket of them out front again, hoping the last of them would be gone soon. Otherwise...could you just plant them?

He'd be looking that up today. Also calling the delivery service to see if they could finally get things they needed instead of things they hadn't ordered.

At least some of the former had finally come in, so he also had some mint, catnip, lavender, and aloe to find places for. And to try to unwrap from his hands; the mint was really needy for some reason.

Covent Garden was open!

The Perk, Thursday

[what_the_shock]

Coffee. Coffee was good.

Well, okay, having local currency was good. But after a quick stop at the bank, coffee was good.

So here was Miguel, sunglasses firmly in place, still looking a bit groggy, trying to get just a coffee.

He ended up with something heavily sugared, but it was also heavily caffeinated, so he was calling it a win. And sitting outside with it, because he got less weird looks for wearing sunglasses outside. So there.



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The Boards, Thursday Evening

[intraspective]

The marquee outside of the Boards, Groovy Tunes, whatever Jono was calling it these days was blinking the words 'KARAOKE NIGHT – FREE BOOZE AND SNACKS' in neon-bright colours.

Ino was pretty proud of herself for figuring out how to do that, especially since she was running on absolutely zero sleep. See, despite it being Jono's store/theatre unholy hybrid, he had no damn idea this was happening tonight.

Or that it was mostly his booze she was planning on giving to people for free.

(Ino had bought the snacks; Jono hadn't had enough of those around.)

Sure, it had been supposed to be a small thing, like, just her, Kanan, and Hera but why not turn it into a party?

And singing karaoke on an actual stage in an actual theatre would be pretty sweet too.

While killing time until her guests showed up, Ino fiddled with the lights, looking for the best way to light the stage and trying to decide if she could rig up a disco ball or not. There probably wasn't time. (Maybe next time.)

Because Ino was a brat, and a Turk, and that meant getting the numbers of every single person on the island was child's play, she'd sent a text to everyone on the island—except Jono and Dr. Lecter, since she was pretty sure Dr. Lecter would rat her out to Jono—inviting them out to have a good time.

Karaoke party at the Boards tonight!

If all of Jono's booze wasn't gone by the end of the night, she'd make sure it disappeared conveniently.

Sorry not sorry, Jono!