Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

There was a party at Caritas today, so Kitty came in early to make sure everything was properly set up. She did most of this alone, since Tino hadn't come in yet.

Right before opening he still wasn't there, and Kitty was a little worried she'd have to serve the whole party by herself.

He showed up five minutes late with Starbucks, and this might be the most Kitty had ever hated anybody.

The Perk, Tuesday Noonish

[rebelseekspizza]

Being a grad with no more classes was kinda nice. Dante got to hang around the house all day, watch TV, eat stuff, go to work once a week... occasionally nip back to Limbo City to kill a couple of demons.

But he woke up that morning realizing he hadn't actually gone out into Fandom itself for quite a while. And he had a hankering for sugar. So there he was, at some time closer to noon - he wasn't crazy enough to just roll out of bed in the morning - flirting with the barista over the strawberry cream drink he'd just ordered.

Though the flirting involved no small amount of references to crappy but entertaining reality shows.

"Nah, I'm not messing with you, I so watch that shit."

It was a nice day.

[[ open! ]]

Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday

[puppy_fair]

Zack had a bit of a technical difficulty today. He'd gone upstairs to the roof to feed the chickens and clean out their coop, and when he'd gotten there, he realized that there was something a little amiss.

All the chickens had kind of shuffled off to the far side of the coop, and were looking speculatively at one nest in particular, where one of the eggs appeared to have a... a toad sitting on it?

Huh?

He went downstairs to ask the vet on duty if she had any idea what that one was about, and she just shrugged. That didn't sound like the behavior of any toad she'd ever heard of. Figuring there was really nothing else for it, Zack shrugged and brought up a few plates of mealworms and crickets for the toad and the chickens to all enjoy.

[OOC: Open!]

Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [06/19].

[white_oleander]

Astrid was expecting another day of mostly tending to flowers and cleaning like her first day last week, but she found herself distracted when she discovered flying duck orchids among the flowers. Fascinated by the illusion, she set out to situate it in a good position for sketching before she then noticed in the corner of her eye the parrot orchids. By the time she'd found the white egret orchid, she figured she had more than enough for a flock, and maybe next week was when she'd do something involving the ballerina and naked man orchids.

Orchids, it seemed, really didn't want to be flowers.

Covent Garden is open!

[[and the last link might be a little NFSW for dendraphiles?]]

The Magic Box, Tuesday

[always_someone]

Today was a mostly normal day at the Magic Box, except that Norman seemed to get the impression that he was being... watched? He couldn't quite put a finger on what it was, at least until he started to notice the familiar green of spirit motes floating just out of the corners of his vision. Sure, when he turned to face them for a better look, they were gone.

But so help him, they were there.

Sometime before the end of the day, this had gone from a game of spiritual whack-a-mole to a game of peek-a-boo, and if anybody paid close enough attention, they might even be able to hear the faintest sound of a giggling child whenever Norman turned around.

[OOC: Open!]

Luke's, Tuesday

[battlewithstyle]

Mitsutada had executed a seemingly fool-proof plan. He'd gotten up early, got dressed early, gotten to work early. Surely, this would mean that the kitchen staff at Luke's wouldn't have the specials board written up already.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he stepped in the front door and was confronted by a staff member finishing the last letter on the board. Mitsutada let out a startled noise, but the worker just gave him a happy smile like it absolutely hadn't been a plan to continue to torment Mitsutada.

Today's Specials
Goat-Cheese Stuffed Dates
Candlestick Salad
Yaki Udon

He read through the list a few times and settled on saying "You couldn't think of a third recipe to make fun of me, huh?"

Luke's was open and OCD-free.

Fandom Counseling, Tuesday

[sharp_man]

So, last week he had only gotten NPC a few people in to discuss their issues, most of which seemed to center around fashion. He could see the issue, but honestly, the seventies and eighties had been what they were; it was pointless to worry about it now.

Which didn't mean he intended to repeat any of those past fashions himself, either.

Or, come to that, last year's.

It was possible that while he was waiting for clients, he was browsing fashion sites on his computer. His wardrobe might need a refresher.


[Open post!]

Shooting Range, Tuesday morning

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden was examining the guns, trying to decide which one to use and making sure they were well maintained. She had to make an effort to keep her eyes open.

Having agreed to meet up with Kanan at the shooting range might have been enough to make Seivarden sleep uneasily, but now Issa was missing since yesterday, and that hadn't made things better. That had made things a lot worse. Seivarden had kept listening for a paw scratching at the door, and had only drifted off into a light slumber in the early morning. On waking up, she found that the cat was still gone, and while she had considered cancelling this, she had decided that it might be taken the wrong way. So after a few cups of very strong tea, she was here, still sleepy, but a little shaky from too much caffeine.

[Expecting one, but open]