Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

[intraspective]

--after all, I'm thirteen! I'm old enough to work in a bar!

Ino squinted at her PHS trying to figure out why Elena had decided to bombard her with her latest fight with Rosalind. (Well, really, she knew why. When she wasn't stuck here she was Rosa's partner and Ino had made an effort to get to know Elena.)

But still. She scrolled through the texts dubiously reading the play-by-play of Elena's point of view of their argument and knowing she was going to have to get Rosa's too.

Despite the hassle it was going to be to sort this out from a distance, Ino smiled as she leaned forward on her elbows and texted back: You totally are! And I bet you'll be good at it! Do you get to wear a cute uniform? How're you doing your hair?

Ino was a terrible influence.

Pick Your Poison is Open!

Needful Things, Weds.

[atreideslioness]

Ghanima had a new shipment of various carved figures of gods and goddesses from across pantheons coming in, extremely old statuary, some of it from before recorded time, so she was there to supervise the delivery.

Instead she had lamps: small lamps, tall lamps, frog lamps, bat lamps... just... lamps.

With a shrug, she began cataloging the items, checking them off the shipping manifest. If the island had decided she needed lamps instead of statues, well, there might be a reason for it.

[OOC: OCD freeeeeeeee!]

Groovy Tunes, Wednesday

[justice_undone]

Her karaoke evening with Tip had been inspiring, and Breq was humming to herself as she was browsing through the CD shelves, then sang along as she played songs that caught her interest.

The Silence hid under a box, as far as way as possible. Breq had yet to even meet the little blue men.

[Open!]

Covent Garden Flowers, Wednesday

[2_old_for_this]

The new plants spit fire. Of course they did.

At least they weren't mostly biting anymore; Nathan's note said he'd had a talk with them. They did not, however, seem entirely happy.

Peter sighed and went about researching. "Let me find out what you eat, and I'll get you some," he promised them. "Try and be patient."

He got a grumpy little spit of fire, but no more, and was going to count that as agreement. Meanwhile, he'd try to look up how to feed them. While also buying more azaleas and soothing the ones still on the shelf. "Don't worry; you'll be fine."

The flower shop was open!

Furnado Animal Shelter, Sept. 27

[not_every_mage]

Anders was giving the new cage of ... he was just going to call them rodents ... a wide berth at the shelter today.

He supposed the large teeth weren't really their fault. Nor could they be blamed for being as long and broad as his upper arm. But the way they kept climbing up and falling off every structure in their cage just seemed rude.

[OOC: Open shop, open post.]