Covent Garden Flowers; Tueday [08/14].

[white_oleander]

Astrid thought about skipping out on work today, just as she'd considered skipping her classes, but the same thought brought her into the flower shop that brought her into the classroom: what else was she going to do, anyway? She didn't want to stay in her room any more than she had to, she definitely didn't want to go into the woods or the preserve, she didn't even want to draw anymore. At work, there were a few things she could do, taking care of the plants, things like that, though she avoided the oleanders and was thoroughly unimpressed with the chiming that the bluebells made every time she walked by them.

Most of the time, though, she just spent at the counter, slightly slumped, chin in her hand, staring off blankly as her consciousness tried to outrun all the jumbled thoughts in her head. She was pretty sure that the plants were probably doing more silly and incomprehensible things around her, but she wasn't really noticing if they were.

Covent Garden is open!

The Perk, Tuesday Morning

[intraspective]

"Huh? Yeah, sure! I'll take some!"

Ino had no problems with them adding pumpkin spice to her drink. The fish hadn't traumatized her. She also grabbed an apple fritter and flopped down in one of the chairs by the windows.

Sure, she was supposed to be at class, but… eh. They were good kids but what was the point of a final if it didn't encapsulate the class they were teaching?

What she and Reno had left for the kids was more than enough of a final. She was just going to kick back, relax, and enjoy her treats.

And contemplate further teaching possibilities.

[Open, yo!]

Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday

[puppy_fair]

Given that this weekend had been a long one, Zack had decided he was going to just get right to the point, today.

Puppies, in a playpen, outside the front of the animal shelter. Puppies of every shape and size, little wiggly ones and big cuddly ones, all romping and playing and dozing and being clumsy and, hopefully, stealing a few hearts.

There were a couple of larger, grown dogs on duty as well, more sedate, for people that just wanted something big and solid and patient and loyal that they could hug. And Zack's own dog, a trained therapy pup in her own right, was sitting patiently by the door, keeping an eye out for anybody who was having a ruff go of it who might just want to moosh some fluffy doggy face around.

Yeah, it was therapy day at Furnado. Come by and get some puppy love on.

[OOC: Open! You know you want to love on the doggos.]

The Magic Box, Tuesday

[always_someone]

Norman walked into the Magic Box today, braced for whatever weirdness the shop might try to throw at him.

Good and braced. Righto. Ready for anything, that Norman.

...

Nothing happened. Maybe the shop was taking pity on him this week. He sighed and got to work, putting out new stock. Not every day at the Magic Box could be a weird one, he supposed.

[OOC: Yup, open!]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty was physically fine, and she wouldn't say she was particularly traumatized by the weekend, but it had given her a lot to think about.

A lot to obsessively overthink about.

But it was business as usual at the bar, where the zombies were kindly sticking to elevator music today. Look, it was better than country.

[Open, no OCD!]

Luke's, Tuesday

[battlewithstyle]

Mitsutada was less exhausted, but still a little sore. So he was letting the rest of the staff put in most of the work, and he was busy browsing on a tablet for fancier silverware for the place.

No, he didn't own the diner or have the ability to actually replace the silverware.

It just kept him occupied and happy, thinking of ways to style up the joint.

Today's Specials
Cracked Rib Tips and Black Eyed Peas
Smashed Potatoes and Gravy
Gyro and Fries
Food Comes With a 100% Spider-Free Guarantee!

Mitsutada wasn't so sure why that disclaimer was needed. But it didn't hurt.

Luke's was open!

[ooc: No OCD today!]

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

[spectre_alenko]

Nate had received a call from Hernando asking if he'd open the store this week. Kaidan was hurt and couldn't make it in. The raven was waiting, and he was subdued. No quoks, just little churbles and chirps. "I know, buddy. Boss's having a heck of a time lately. In you go." He held the door and followed the bird in.

He took up his station behind the counter and pulled out a book. It was either going to be slow or crazy busy today, depending on how many people knew where the boss was and what condition he was in.

The raven paraded to and fro on the counter, stole a pencil, and then began to play some sort of corvid hockey with it.

[OOC: Open! No OCD. Feel free to pump him for info.]
[Sorry for the wrong date. Sorry, Sam! Didn't mean to mess you up.]

Tuesday at the beach. (sozzzzzwrongday)

[hernando_fuentes]

Hernando would usually go to the park when he needed some calm introspective time. After the weekend, he was avoiding trees as much as possible while he tried not to remember the mad dash through them in a search for his friend. To not think of the giant things floating around attacking people. To forget the sound of the two quick shots. He still heard that noise when he closed his eyes.

Business was slow so he locked up early and walked down to the beach in front of it. He could still see the shop so if anyone were pounding on the door desperate for tea, he could accommodate. The sun and surf were soothing. The noise of the water crashing on the rocks was exactly the sort of rhythmic comfort he needed just then.

A small gamine grin flitted over his face. Taking out his cell phone, he turned and captured a long shot of the beach, the corner of the shop's sign barely peeking into the frame. He sent it as a text. It was a very small secret to share; not really a secret at all, more like a hint.

[OOC: open sez me. no ocd sez you.]