Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

[myownface]

Sparkle was here! Still here, yes, after his attempt to arrive in time for his Sunday shift wound up with him arriving on the island on Monday, instead. He'd spent yesterday crashed out at the apartment instead of trying to travel to Coruscant just to turn around and come back again, and now he was sitting at work with a small selection of matted and framed photos, which he was holding on to for Hernando.

He'd picked the best of the best and really only had, like, four of them framed. Apparently having things professionally framed was expensive as heck. Which was good to know. Mostly that saved the other photos for posterity, he supposed, unless these turned out to be a big hit or something.

He was getting so wrapped up in the fact that somebody liked his hands-and-tea photos that he was actually kind of forgetting why he'd taken them in the first place, so sue him.

While he passed the time, he was going to do some tidying around the store, mulling over a few of the summer scents and wondering if he'd rather smell like strawberry blossoms or wild rose for the rest of the week.

[OOC: Open!]

The C.I.C. - Wednesday

[spectre_alenko]

Nate took the morning shift at the C.I.C. The raven patrolled the counter, alert for any stray shiny bits of anything.

His first customers of the day were delightful. The second pair to come in, anything but. "Do you have the new Space Battle game?" one demanded. Nate shrugged, "Probably. Kaidan's pretty good about keeping things current." "But does it have the new Excellent Exiles expansion?" the second of the pair asked as if they'd just scored a point. Nate gave him the blandest of bland looks, "Like I said: Probably. Kaidan's pretty good about keeping things current." The pair signed up for the dual room.

Nate gave it about half an hour before he set the router to constantly disconnect and reconnect that room. Petty was not beyond him.

Kaidan came in late in the morning, attempting to peel white glue off his fingers. All of his fingers. How do you even get glue on all of your fingers?

Description is here.

[OOC: Open! OCD is smol.]