Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Wednesday

[dubstepthanos]

It had been a long few days, though Cable was not going to tell anyone what he did or what he had to kill to return Wellspring Arms to something of a manageable state. Nor did he tell anyone about what he found in the back, or what he was planning to do with it.

No, he simply strode outside on Wednesday morning, hung a cheerfully rustic 'Come in, we're open' sign on the door below the NOW HIRING sign, and patted the door.

Then he slipped right back inside.

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center was open for business.

[ open after the ocd ]

Groovy Tunes, Wednesday

[justice_undone]

Breq was sitting on the counter playing the bass. That was all she intended to do unless anyone stopped by. Not that she would mind being interrupted, but finding the melodies and bass lines on the instrument was fascinating, and she had picked up a few new songs recently. Maybe she could play a few of these for Dante later.

Anyway, there was a Wednesday event today, so she expected it to be quiet.

No, actually, it wasn't true that she was only playing the bass. She also ordered pizza for lunch, making sure her hands were clean enough to touch the instrument again after eating it.

[Open!]

The C.I.C. - Wednesday, 9am-Midnight

[spectre_alenko]

Nate had gotten a call from Kaidan that morning to open, and since he could use the hours, he'd agreed. The raven was waiting. It made Nate a little nervous. The raven hadn't ever been aggressive, but it seemed prudent to be wary of something with a knifelike beak and talons. It politely hopped up on the counter and started strutting back and forth.

Not too long after opening, a group of kids came in, bitching about the Lucifer May Weep game and how the Danny character had gotten a haircut and this was a betrayal of all of the fans and.. Nate tuned them right out, took their money, and sent them to one of the thankfully soundproofed rooms to get their game on.

Not too long later, he received a text from Kaidan: If a little green kid made of gemstone comes in, triangle-shaped hair, stone in their forehead, give them access to the box of parts under the counter.

Sure, that wasn't weird. Gemstone? Really?

This island, man.

Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

[myownface]

Sparkle was totally hard at work at Pick Your Poison today.

In that he was at work. And stocking the shelves. The floors were still disgustingly clean after last week, so he was kind of taking it easy, this week.

He'd picked up a slice of cake on his way in to work this morning, though. No particular reason. He just wanted cake.

[OOC: ... I didn't forget, ssh. Open.]