Covent Garden Flowers; Tueday [07/24].

[white_oleander]

One would think that a flower called bird-of-paradise would have a beautiful, lovely song that would match its name in the occasion that it did, in fact, start to sing like a bird, but Astrid was discovering that day that this was not the case.

At all.

So most of her shift at the flower shop today was the daunting task of moving them all from where they had been beautifully displayed into a closet somewhere, which helped only slightly, but enough that she could sigh a bit of relief and ignore their terrible squawking a little bit better.

Covent Garden is open!

The Magic Box, Tuesday

[always_someone]

Norman walked into the Magic Box for his shift today and was immediately caught in a rain of confetti.

He didn't know why he was caught in a rain of confetti. He didn't even know where the confetti had come from. But there it was. Confetti. Raining down on him. And sticking in his hair and to his clothing, no matter how hard he tried to pick it off.

He sighed and went to get a broom. At least he could get it off the floor, right?

[OOC: POOF, confetti! Open!]

Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday

[puppy_fair]

It was Zack's turn to have the fish! The Fish, famous around the island as of a couple of months ago, and when he'd gotten his hands on it, finally, he'd gasped out loud.

Hernando had done an amazing job decorating it, the fish now having a cover of beautiful metallic rainbow scales over its body. There were other modifications he noticed, too, from owners of the fish who had come before. Paint on the plaque it was mounted on, still charred here and there. Whenever he hit the button to make it sing, instead of a dulcet tune it spat out confetti and glitter and a garbled rendition of something that could have been a song, or could have been a horrified screech; it was difficult to tell given how waterlogged the whole thing seemed to sound. And every now and again, from the corner of his eye, Zack couldn't be sure, but he thought the fish was maybe projecting an image of a student having his feet attacked with a Roomba?

At least it could still hover.

"It's okay, pal," he murmured to the fish, giving it a friendly pat on the head. "I know just the thing."

And that was how the fish wound up with a Regen Materia, a small green sphere faintly illuminated with its own internal glow, slotted into the place where its eye should have been.

Before long, it was singing more or less on key again, though it did occasionally still spit water and the odd spent bullet or puff of ash along with its confetti. And, just to be sure, Zack took one of the scales and yanked it roughly off of the fish.

He smiled as it grew back.

"There," he said proudly. "Now you'll never have to worry about getting hurt again."

The animals at the shelter were not necessarily thrilled about the slightly burnt pumpkin spice-scented rainbow fish disco party that the rest of the day became as a result.

[OOC: ENJOY YOUR ETERNALLY SELF-HEALING RAINBOW NIGHTMARE FISH, FRIENDS. Open!]

Community Center Class: Eat your Heart Out!

[sharp_man]

"Good evening," Hannibal said when everybody had arrived. "I hope you enjoyed last week's food. What have you got for me this week?"

If it was more edible underwear, Reno, Hannibal was going to sigh at you.

Dite's Decadent Delights, Tuesday

[spin_kick_snap]

There were cakes everywhere when Kathy came into the store today. Dirty ones. Some were in naughty shapes, some had dirty decorations, others just had suggestive things written on them, but on every available surface, there was some kind of improper cake, along with paper plates and plastic forks.

The plates and forks were a normal, plain white at least.

There was nothing for it than to go around and try a sliver of every cake she could find, just to know what they all were. And then she was putting up little signs so interested customers could grab a slice of whatever cake caught their fancy.

Yup. Just another day in Fandom. With cake.

Buy anything, get a free slice of cake!

[No OCD!]

Trooper Station, Tuesday

[firstofitskind]

Liam checked in at the Trooper Station after breakfast at Verity's, and had rolled his eyes at the desk covered in cat toys.

(That he may or may not have played with during his time as a cat. Shh, he wasn't telling.)

Then, he'd headed out to do his usual rounds of the island. Which he'd kept up with as a cat, of course, but he was in much more of a position to actually do something if any problems larger than, say, a gremlin, popped up.

But nothing actually had, things were the usual sort of quiet... and so a somewhat rain-soaked Liam settled in to his desk to catch up on paperwork.


[ooc: oooooopen.]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

The zombies were back to making noise, and finally, worried that her poor daughter was going to end up thinking any of this was normal and okay, she'd gone ahead and gotten headphones to hook up to her phone and put directly on her stomach.

Sure it looked weird. But it was for the greater good.

Even if she still had to listen to whatever this was.


[Open! I'm both busy today and desperately need distractions.]

Luke's, Tuesday

[battlewithstyle]

Mitsutada stood behind the counter, reading a new letter form his Saniwa. He had been looking forward to one of his fellow Date swords joining him on Friday for his class, but was sad to be informed that Tsurumaru was going on a mission and would be unable to come. Instead, the Saniwa had chosen a suitable replacement tachi.

Yamabushi Kunihiro.

Mitsutada let out a startled yelp.

It was always too early for Kakaka.

Today's Specials
Roasted Beaver
Baked Skunk
Welsh Rabbit

Mitsutada was so wrapped up in his letter he didn't even notice what horrors the staff had put on the specials board.

[ooc: Open & OCD-free]

The Holo-Scene, Tuesday

[tigerundercover]

The interior of the Holo-Scene today was nearly as humid as the exterior. There were a few fans set up at the front desk in the lobby to keep the air moving, but especially around the cracked-open door to Holosuite One it was muggy and close, filled with bird calls and an earthy scent reminiscent of a zoo. Pith helmets and khakis dominated the costume rack nearby. As did loin cloths and animal-printed, imitation fur.

Special today: jungle adventure!
Swing through the trees with monkeys! Canoe down a river full of crocodiles!
Stalk or be stalked! Jaguars, anacondas, and sloths, oh my!
No exoticization of natives allowed

The Holo-Scene was open.