Fandom Post Office, January 8 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

There were a few stray soap bubbles floating around the post office lobby when Éponine arrived in the morning, and she paused for a moment to admire how pretty they looked in the light with their iridescent shimmer then went on about her business, quite prepared to not give them another thought.

Except that when she went to open one of the mailboxes to sort some letters into it, an absolute torrent of thick, foamy suds came pouring out until she was standing ankle-deep in bubbles.

"Well, it's nice that my shoes are clean at least, I suppose," she said out loud with a sigh, shutting the mailbox door and ending up with a smudge of soap suds on her nose for her trouble. "Except I've got to go run out and do deliveries soon, and won't they be all dirty again! So you see, you've gone to all that effort for nothing."

The mailbox didn't seem to mind. Maybe she could just get it to repeat the incident at the end of the day?

[[Post office and post are open!]]

Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [01/08].

[white_oleander]

Astrid and Tickles sort of had an unspoken understanding; she went about her business and the shop's mascot-slash-pet-slash-whatever-he-was went about his. They basically ignored each other and it had been working out pretty well for them so far. But that day, once Astrid came in for her shift, Tickles seemed to be in a modeling mood, nudging Astrid and Astrid's sketchbook until she got the hint that he wanted to be drawn.

And so that was how most of Astrid's day was spent, filling a sketchbook with pictures of a strange little kittenwillow thing. She had to admit, though, he made for an excellent model, creative in his poses, patient enough to give her time to get one down well enough before going into the next, even using some of the other things about the shop for props and accents.

If anything, it sure as hell beat dealing with those Valentine's Day orders already coming in; she understood and could appreciate thinking ahead, but, good Lord, people. Astrid could already tell, the lukewarm, indifferent feelings she had about that holiday were going to be swayed dramatically toward the negative by the end of next month, weren't they?

Covent Garden is open!

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty didn't know what was going on, but today, there were breadsticks. Tino denied all knowledge, and she actually believed it.

There were baskets of them on the bar. Go ahead and eat them. There were more. One might say there was an unlimited amount.


[Open, no OCD!]

Luke's, Tuesday

[battlewithstyle]

Mitsutada had lost all control of the staff, again. They just enjoyed messing with him too much for him to keep any sort of authority.

Today's Specials
Matcha Parfait
Matcha Crepes
Matcha Nachos

Mitsutada was very worried about that last one. He really hoped no one ordered it.

He didn't want to be party to a poisoning.

Luke's was open!

Syndulla Scrap, Tuesday

[mountaingorilla]

Kagura stood in front of a pile of junk, parasol over her shoulder and Sadaharu sat next to her.

She stared at the pile, remembering what Hera had told her about her job duties.

"...how do you even know what is the good trash?" she asked, chewing on a pickled seaweed stick.

Sadaharu barked, which didn't exactly help.

Kagura had absolutely no idea what to do. So she didn't do anything.

But the scrapyard was open!

The Magic Box, Tuesday

[always_someone]

Norman walked into the magic shop today, holding his breath. Braced for something crazy to happen. Fed the cerberus puppy, did some dusting, told the books to get back onto the shelves where they went, and took a seat behind the counter.

Sold some incense to a customer, who promptly disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Helped the old dead guy's cat with his weekly purchase.

Told the books again to get back onto the shelves where they went.

Cleaned up after the puppy.

Sat back behind the counter and frowned.

"This is way too normal."

He didn't trust it.

... And also couldn't quite place when any of this had become the new normal.

[OOC: Open!]