Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

[1000yearstoolate]

All the flowers were in full bloom, even the ones that weren't expected to. It was beautiful, it really was, but the scent was overpowering, to the point where Seivarden felt sick. She left the front door open, hoping to air some of it out while not killing the plants in the process, and sat down behind the counter wrapped in her coat, a cup of tea in her hands. The scent made the tea taste a bit of flowers too and she kept looking at the clock on the wall, counting down until she could leave.

[Open]

Groovy Tunes, Saturday

[justice_undone]

The Silence sat on the floor in the middle of the shop when Breq arrived. She looked at it, then walked past, made herself some tea while humming a song she had just learnt, and sat down behind the counter.

She kept humming, and although no one could hear it, the songs were still playing to her in her head. Memory, Breq was reminded, was something the Silence couldn't control.

[open]

Pick Your Poison - Saturday

[mages_suck]

Fenris went for his shift at Pick Your Poison. He noticed that the back room was looking a bit threadbare - possibly because Sparkle had gone out of his way to make sure someone noticed.

Well, he knew how to make soap. He even knew how to make the hand-milled swanky soap that the nobility liked. There were supplies in the back room, including molds and packaging. What there wasn't, was a scent list for how much essential oils Iris preferred in the soaps.

He set about making a batch of soap base. That wouldn't have any scent in it. Before he began, he made sure the door was propped open.

Then, thinking about it, he very carefully used the computer to print out a flier for 'Soap Making Demonstration' and taped it to the door.

He didn't know how to make cold process soap. That wasn't how it was done where he came from. Fenris began carefully melting down the fats and waxes over a propane burner that probbbbbably hadn't been for that purpose but hey, fire's fire.

[Open!]

Luke's Diner, Saturday

[what_the_shock]

The staff was eyeing Miguel when he got in today. He ignored it in favor of coffee.

Except it continued. Along with a few muttered words too soft for even him to hear.

Finally, he snapped. "Okay, what?"

They gave him identical innocent looks.

"You know what? Never mind."

They didn't.


Today's specials:
Sweet potato hash with sausage and eggs
Curried shepherd's pie with sweet potato mash
Pineapple pecan cake


Luke's was open!

The Roof of the MCA, Saturday Evening

[solarhippie]

Sometimes, Karolina was struck with the urge to gaze up at the sky. Tonight was one of those times, and what better or easier way to do so than to wrap up in a coat and make the trek up to the patio on the roof the MCA?

It was a little cloudy, which was a little disappointing, but it didn't matter too much. She didn't need to see the stars to know they were there. Even without the cover of clouds, she couldn't have seen some of the ones she was thinking of, anyway. Nope, those were almost a literal world away.

Karolina sighed, and half-smiled to herself, and wrapped the coat a little tighter around herself. She thought she might stay up here a while. Get some fresh air.

Think.

[ooc: Open roof is open!]