Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

[myownface]

It was almost weird to be back to work at Iris' shop, today. Like there had been so much on the go lately that just coming in to work to sit around being surrounded by the first breaking indications of fall seemed weirdly decadent, even if he was doing it as an employee here to earn a paycheque.

Sparkle was so pulling out some hand lotion that was both glittery and apple-scented, though. Because dammit, he was going to treat himself, here.

... And then put the rest of the bottle out as a sampler, because it was awesome and people needed to experience the wonder of having twinkly applehands.

They just did, okay?

Maybe tonight he'd call up Hernando and take him up on that 'enjoy the beach' suggestion, or maybe he'd head to Coruscant to check up on the kids some more, or maybe he'd just catch up on his sleep. Things were finally starting to even out enough that he felt like he could have his pick.

That was nice.

[OOC: Open!]

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Wednesday [09/05].

[special_rabbit]

Amaya had to admit, she was feeling incredibly good (and just plain right) now that she'd completed her first sword here on the island, from conception to completion, and, boy, was it a beauty! She hoped Kanan would like it, that it would suit his purposes, but, if not, well...she knew someone out there would and she could fetch quite a few shiny gold coins for it and start one something else for him. She knew he'd likely be around early to pick it up, so she made sure the leather around the hilt was nice and tight and took care of a few little things around the shop until he showed up, not wanting to get too deep into starting the forging of Peter's sword only to be interrupted.

Well, her intention was to take care of a few little things around the shop, but, so help her, she couldn't resist stopping every so often just to hold the sword into the light and admire the way the Tanalorean steel glinted and shifted colors from her tempering work. Sure enough, just as she told him yesterday, if Kanan didn't show up soon to take it off her hands, she might end up just wanting to keep this sword for herself!

The Forge is open!

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

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan opened the shop and let the raven in. "So," he asked it conversationally, "How'd the new girl's first day go?" The raven made a noise that was disturbingly mimic of a human laugh. "Oh no. Is she coming back?" The raven considered the question and then bobbed its head once before proudly strutting back and forth across the counter.

When he went behind the counter, he was amused to note that Vette had taken 'try to fix the phones' to heart. Even most of the ones meant to be parts were in the 'fixed' pile. Good hire.

He put a sign on the box, "If you're new and you don't have a phone yet, ask at the desk." It was set in the window.

When he returned to the counter, he spread out some small shiny treats for the raven.

[Open! No OCD.]

Covent Garden Flowers, Wednesday

[2_old_for_this]

Peter wasn't at all sure what the terra cotta...sculpture...things...were that Astrid had made, but okay. He'd be perfectly willing to set them in the window and sell them for her. He understood needing artistic expression.

Unfortunately, some of the plants seemed a little unnerved by them, so he spent most of the morning either relocating or soothing whiny rhododendrons and one very clingy pothos.

And then doing paperwork with a tendril around his wrist, because that pothos really didn't want to let go.

"Okay, you've got until this evening," he told it. "But then I do have to go home."

The plant didn't respond.

Peter sighed.

Covent Garden was open!

[Open post, no OCD!]

Luke's, Wednesday

[vdistinctive]

Eliot was once again feeling secure enough in his relationships with his loved ones not to completely dominate the kitchen.

Which was good, because the cook had apparently gotten into an argument with his estranged identical twin sister, and decided it was his turn to take over the entire kitchen.

"I need three more pounds of ricotta, stat!" he shouted. "And someone start that garlic bread toasting!"

The dishwasher and the busboy exchanged looks, then went back to their respective actual jobs.

"Sorry man," Eliot said, clapping the cook on the shoulder and handing him the ricotta. "You just don't have the authority."

The cook sighed, looking sadly down at his sauce. "I know."

Today's specials
Beef and cheese manicotti
Herbed garlic bread
Tiramisu

Luke's was open and OCD free.

Groovy Tunes, Wednesday

[justice_undone]

There was a choir of tiny metallic birds in Groovy Tunes today. They were pretty, fragile-looking things, neatly attached to walls, ceiling, shelves and all other possible surfaces with glitter tape. It was truly marvelous, and Breq stood there, just looking, for quite some time. Knowing this island by now, it would all be gone by tomorrow, so she was going to spend the day just taking pleasure in being surrounded by a flock of tiny bird automata, and hoping someone would stop by today to see and hear it too.

[Open! Although I posted this a little too late, and for once I feel like I might be able to fall asleep early, so if you want to stop by I'll ping back tomorrow. Or feel free to mod a visit.]