Needful Things; Tuesday [02/06].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Some guy thought he was being funny by bringing in a few boxes of antique Santas and other Christmas-themed decorations, and Summer wasn't having any of it.

"You're about two months too late, dude," she told him.

"Or am I just ten months too early?" he asked. "The Christmas season is coming around sooner and sooner every year!"

"Get out."

Needful Things is open!

Fandom Post Office, February 6 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

There were all kinds of Valentine's themed stamp sets and envelopes and such available this month, all of which Éponine was eyeing with some distaste and quite a bit of skepticism as she arranged the displays and stocked the shelves.

"It's absurd, is what it is," she could be heard muttering to herself on more than one occasion. "'s if there isn't anything else in life to matter!"

And then she'd stop, blink with (continued) amazement that she could say such a thing, and burst out laughing before shaking her head and going on with her work.

Which did involve occasionally ducking the sprays of pink and red heart-shaped confetti that occasionally flew out of the mailboxes.

"Save it for next week! Someone's got to clean all this up, d'you know!"

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Covent Garden Flowers, Tuesday

[shiroi_tiger]

Nathan's shift was actually going well today, for the most part. Sure, it was busy, but half the reason he worked here was in order to keep from going out of his mind doing nothing at all. He didn't care much about a little extra business around the holidays.

In fact, his way was going great until the customer who had called last week asking about sex toy bouquets came in with their... arsenal, really. Nathan couldn't think of a better word for it. It was an armload, full of things with functions he couldn't even begin to guess at. And he would have been happy to leave it at that, to set those things out of the way and leave the arranging to Peter, except that the customer was adamant on going over potential arrangements with him, right then and there.

Nathan was learning things. Things he had never actually been terribly interested in learning about this century in the first place.

"And then if you can somehow get the flogger behind it all, kind of framing the whole bouquet? Oh! And try to find extra thorny roses!"

Nathan smiled. And nodded. And took very thorough notes. All the while dying a little on the inside.

[OOC: Open!]

Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday

[puppy_fair]

It had begun, just like the vet staff had warned Zack it would. People coming in and looking for cute animals, preferably the small, baby sort, not for themselves, but for loved ones. And now Zack was spending his day actively talking people out of bringing surprise pets home.

"Look," he said, "I know everyone loves kittens, but did you consider whether your boyfriend wants to clean a litterbox for the rest of Miss Tizzywhisker's life?"

"You met her yesterday? How do you know she even likes dogs?!"

"Yeah, they are a regular here. They keep birds, because they're allergic to cats. Like, deathly allergic. We have to bring their birdseed out to them and take payment at the door."

"... No. No we are not going to just make you a bouquet of bunnies. Maybe try stuffed toys and the flower shop instead."

"Please for the love of Ifrit and Shiva tell me that this hamster is for you."

"LOOK, I'VE HAD JUST ABOUT-- Oh. Oh, yeah, sure we carry that brand. Sorry. Uh. I'll throw in another bag for free today. Sorry about that."

It was going well, sure.

[OOC: Open!]

Atlas Gym, Tuesday Afternoon

[firstofitskind]

Today was one of those days where Liam found himself kind of missing his old life. Sure, it had been a constant balancing act between human and alien interests, and possible death if his undercover status had ever been discovered, but there'd never been a lack of things to do.

The restless energy he'd been feeling for the past couple days eventually culminated in seeking out the gym here on the island. Maybe running through some Tai Chi forms would get him focused back on the here-and-now instead of on the what-was.

[ooc: so, so open.]

Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

[tigerundercover]

The radio was on one of its trips again this week, playing peppy 80s music that had her bopping around idly as she checked over and dusted the stock. Most of the lyrics were largely meaningless, as far as she could tell, but there was one weirdly ballady one that she asked the stereo to replay a couple of times while she worked out the lyrics.

"So . . . let me see if I've got this," she said out loud, though she wasn't entirely sure the stereo actually listened to anything other than the occasional voice command about pausing and replaying songs. "This is about a guy fighting in -- one of the several wars the US stuck itself into in Asia last century." Her late 20th century history knowledge was rather lacking, having skipped from the mid-fifties to the 21st century as a teenager. "Who comes home to find his family freaking out because they think he's dead." She frowned. "But is it a mistake, or is he supposed to be a ghost?"

The radio, of course, didn't have an answer for her, except to play another version of the song.

Raven was going to be thinking about this one all day.

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