Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

[myownface]

Sparkle had given serious consideration to just not coming in to work today. Sure, he actually liked his job here and sure, there wasn't a goddamn jury that would convict him for buying some tea last week, in a legal transaction involving putting actual money that he owned into a cash register.

Besides, it looked like Iris did just fine with re-stocking on Friday. He had left some tea in the back, after all.

But he still had a nasty taste in his mouth after his last talk with Seivarden and that fucked-up radio broadcast she'd pulled on the weekend, and while Sparkle was usually one to knuckle down and dig his heels in to escalate while braced for more bullshit, it occurred to him that he didn't want to do anything that might somehow hurt Iris' business.

Even if 'angrily buying all the tea without using the employee discount' was not generally bad for business.

Maybe he was a little bit quick to close up behind him to skip off to the Wednesday school thing this week out of curiosity, though. For the fresh air and not at all because he felt weird about being here right now, honest. He'd be back afterwards. And maybe stay late to make up the time.

[OOC: Open!]

The C.I.C. - Wednesday

[spectre_alenko]

The raven was waiting for him in the morning, which wasn't unusual. The somewhat gawky teen standing next to him, however, was. Kaidan opened the door and greeted them both. "I'm not quite set up yet, but come on in and we can get you logged in."

The teenager pushed his glasses up his nose and mumbled, "Um. I'm here about the sign? I'd like to fill out an application?"

Kaidan blinked for a moment, but nodded, "Sure. Let me print one off for you. Know much about computers?"

The boy gave a sheepish smile, "Yeah. They're kind of my hobby. I'm Nate, by the way." "Good to meet you, Nate," Kaidan replied, printing off the promised application and handing it, and a pen, over.

"What's up with the raven?" Nate asked. Kaidan shrugged, "He helps out if I need a break. There are shiny cake toppings under the counter, if you want to give him treats. Don't give him dimes." The raven quoked a protest. "No," Kaidan said firmly, "The last one got stuck in your crop and I had to help you get it out of there. No more. You have crunchies now. Eat those."

Nate took all this in calmly, and continued filling out his application. Kaidan thought that was a good sign.

Description of the shop is here: description yay

[OOC: CIC is Open, no OCD.]

Groovy Tunes, Wednesday

[justice_undone]

She'd close up for a while during the Wednesday event, but the time before and after, Breq was at Groovy Tunes, going through old tapes. The recording quality was bad, but the mix of songs interesting, and judging from the cases, a lot of these had been gifts for a loved one. That in itself moved Breq. Of course, no one would ever have given her such a thing, but she remembered how she had shared the joy of one of her favourites when they had received a song made for them by a lover, a sibling or a relative. Usually those songs had been terrible, but the giver had put a lot of love into them, and Breq suspected that had also been the case with these mix tapes. Some of the songs brought tears to her eyes, but mostly she just hummed along, pleased that the Silence wasn't around.

[Open, although not during the Wednesday event.]

The Shooting Range; About an Hour After Summer Shenanigans, Wednesday [07/11].

[died8yearsago]

Immediately after winning that awful fish, Rosa set to work, going back to her apartment, getting all her weapons, finding a wheelbarrow somewhere and going to the Trooper Station and grabbing a bunch of weapons from the Weapons Locker there, too (and just daring any of the troopers to fight her about it), and then heading over to the shooting range.

Hey, she'd been wanting to check this place out anyway.

It didn't take long for her to set the fish up as her target at the end of the range, and then she started loading the weapons out of the wheelbarrow thoughtfully. Rifles, pistols, shotguns. There was a musket in there somewhere, a revolver, a sub-machine gun. Plasma gun, laser gun, official Red Ryder carbine action two-hundred shot range model air rifle. Throwing knives, throwing stars, throwing axes. She'd managed to scrounge up her crossbow and a good old fashioned bow and arrow...

...was that a grenade? That was definitely a grenade, but don't worry, she'd go to the preserve for that one.

It was amazing what sort of weapons you could scrounge up on this island in an hour, especially when most of them came from your own closet.

Let's be honest; this fish had this coming for a looooong time now. And after the weekend Rosa was having, she was going to feel much, much better when she was done. All she'd need after this was a few beers and a hot body to bone, and it would be up there with one of the best days of her life.

[[I knew the universe was telling me to sign her up this week for a good reason!! open but prolly slow!]]

Covent Garden Flowers, Wednesday

[2_old_for_this]

There was a new shipment of plants in today, so Peter took some time at the shop to take care of them.

As usual, he was pretty sure he hadn't ordered them.

As less usual, most of them were not flowering plants. Or at least not primarily flowers. There were some roses and hibiscus, but also chamomile, rooibos, lavender, three varieties of mint, lemongrass, and fennel.

At least most of them smelled good? Maybe he'd make some potpourri or something.

Anyway, the flower shop was open!

Dite's Decadent Delights, Wednesday

[spin_kick_snap]

Not even an adult entertainment and sexual health store was immune to some of Fandom's weirder effects. Kathy had come into work to discover the DVDs were in some kind of turf war with the novels. She tried to break it up several times, but as soon as her back was turned, one or the other would launch an attack, which mostly seemed to involve literally piling up on the other side.

Eventually, Kathy just gave up and went behind the counter to practice her guitar. She'd let the two sets of merchandise get it out of their systems and then clean up when they were done. Honestly, as far as weird went, she was getting off not-dirty pretty lightly and she knew it. Considering what was on her shelves, this could have been way more embarrassing.

[Open, no OCD]

Luke's, Wednesday

[vdistinctive]

Eliot had had lots of plans for the diner today, mostly involving cleaning, inventory, and paperwork. His staff was enormously relieved when he got a text ten minutes into his shift and spent most of the day on the phone with his niece instead.

"A stunt woman, huh?" Eliot laughed. "They do a lot of stuntwork in upstate New York these days?" He listened for a few moments, his eyebrows climbing. "Really. Wow. Yeah, I'm definitely going to have to look that up. And it's spinning?" He whistled. "Well, I'm really proud of you, hon. What'd your mom say?" He rolled his eyes. "Cass, no -- Because she ain't had a problem with my boyfriend being black, so I'm pretty sure she's gonna be fine with your South Asian girlfriend. Even if she does work on something called a 'Wheel of Death'."

Today's specials
Chicken Makhani
Stuffed masala mushrooms
Unniyappam

Luke's was open.