Covent Garden Flowers - Sunday

[mages_suck]

Fenris arrived at the store early. He took one look at the jack-o-lanterns and glowered. "This is not what you do with these," he grumbled.

He painstakingly began moving them into pyramid formations outside, to either side of the front door. "This," he said with satisfaction as the towers of macabre grinning gourds began to form, "is what you do with them. How are they supposed to warn off anyone if they're inside the store?"

The moment he stepped back inside, Tickles nyoomed out of their dirt tray and scampered up his leg. "How do you even have claws?" Fenris grumbled, detaching the spikelike claws and properly repositioning the kittenwillow to its customary spot on his shoulder.

He hadn't brought Fjord to work with him. Fjord had rejected all of the offered food for a week now and the kittenwillow wasn't really all that much bigger than a mouse. Just because Fenris didn't like the tiny catlike being didn't mean he wanted it eaten by his roommate. Peter might miss it.

Tickles curled up against the side of Fenris' neck and began to purr. "That's annoying," Fenris soberly informed it.

Tickles simply purred harder.

"Brat."

[Open! Up early due to SP needs on Sunday.]

Homecoming Brunch, The Park, Sunday Morning

[bigdamnprincipal]

As usual, the decorations from the dance had escaped the confines of Town Hall, which mean the park was filled with Halloween decorated sea creatures, "sea" "creatures," and plenty of glitter. It just wouldn't be right to send the alumni home without a few more weird things to dream about, right?

Magic Box, Sunday

[nuclear_snide]

So Homecoming was going on. Bob had checked last night, and there wasn't anybody he particularly wanted to see, so he was just here in the Magic Box as usual. It wasn't as though he had any other reason to go to a brunch.

He managed to write in glowing gold letters in the window, 25% off for alumni!, just in case.


[Open store, no OCD!]

The Park, Sunday Morning

[future_sandworm]

Leto had a portal booked for this evening, and until then he was going to enjoy the day as much as he could, probably doing as little as possible. Right now he was leaning back on a bench, eyes closed, head tilted backwards a little. The dry air of Arrakis was more comfortable to him, but autumn in Fandom brought back nostalgic memories that were close enough in time for him to enjoy them, and very much his own.

He opened his eyes and watched the flamingos by the pond, smiling, wondering if Hania was ever going to insist playing croquet with them again.

[Expecting one, but can be open before that, and it's a very open park]