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

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan opened the shop and let the raven inside. "Hey, buddy. How've you been? I missed you." The raven seemed happy to see him, too. Or maybe it wasn't. The cup of pens by the register was systematically emptied as the bird one by one threw them to the floor in an almost ritualistic manner.

Leaning on the counter, Kaidan pulled out a bastardized deck of cards and began playing his weird form of pazaak solitaire again. The raven helped, for a value of help that meant occasionally stealing a card and gliding across the room with it.

Business was steady. The in-between moments were spent playing with the cards, his face almost entirely blank of emotion.

[Open!]

Covent Garden Flowers, Wednesday

[2_old_for_this]

Peter was a little late in opening the shop today, having spent entirely too long in his own head trying to clear out images of Hell.

The flowers, fortunately, seemed to want to help. Each of them was glowing or sparkling just a little - not enough for the light to be bothersome, but enough to chase away shadows and make the whole place look cheery.

He might be spending extra time just fertilizing and running his hands lightly over them today.


Covent Garden was open!

Groovy Tunes: Thursday

[notamascot]

Kaylin was a bit distracted today. It was her last shift and soon she'd be off the island. While she was excited that she was heading back to Elantra to be a Hawk for real, she knew she'd miss Fandom as well. And how would she ever find a good enough way to thank Dr. Lecter for everything he'd done for her?