Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [01/22].

[white_oleander]

Astrid had gotten herself another new batch of watercolor paints, and, still feeling a little thoughtful after yesterday's usual whirlwind of classes, brought them with her to the flower shop so she could knock a few paintings out before getting to work, since the Valentine's Day orders were only getting heavier and more demanding, and where were all these people with Valentine's Day orders coming from, anyway? It was supposed to be maybe the one painting, maybe two, just to get it out of her system, but she should have known better. She should have known that, as soon as she finished one, another plant would jump out at her and catch her attention with demands to be painting, and then another after that, and after that...

It was never much of a mystery how she went through watercolors so quickly.

And she wondered if she could make a convincing argument that these people with their Valentine's Day flowers should consider purchasing a painting of flowers instead. It would, after all, last much longer. Though she supposed her paintings were far less likely to sing to you, the way the flowers at the shop were wont to do.

Covent Garden is open!

Running and then some serious emotional trauma with Jack, Tuesday morning, probably on the beach

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan wasn't jogging, he was running. It was -9C and the air coming off the ocean was almost bitter with chill. The beach was deserted in the pre-dawn and that suited him. Mostly he wanted to run and let his head sort itself out. It hadn't been a light week. There were, Kaidan thought wryly, going to be few of those in the future now that Jack was here. It wasn't a bad thing. In a way, it was comfortingly familiar. He appreciated her viewpoint, even when it was aimed at him.

And if she was here, she wasn't back home terrorizing governments or making heads of state cry or whatever she did for fun these days. She was also not on the Normandy casually telling Vega his fly was unzipped when he walked past just to make him check. Maybe Jimmy'd get time to settle in and grow some confidence roots. Wouldn't be the worst thing to happen.

His feet beat a tattoo against the rocks in rhythmic thumps as he paced the running. Made a mental note to bring a sling with a thermos of coffee in it next time. Water was great for thirst but it was cold out here.

[Open. Jack's thread is last.]
[And the sparring turned into some serious emotional trauma. Yum.]

The Magic Box, Tuesday

[always_someone]

Norman had managed to avoid the weirdness on the weekend, having stayed in his room with his comic books and just generally kept busy while avoiding people.

Which meant it was perhaps a little ironic when he made his way into work to see that the books had hauled something out and put it on display, only to have one stumble and spill it all over him and the three-headed puppy.

"... Oh, come on."

If anybody needed Norman, he'd be spending his day trying to come up with the cure for shrinking potion. Please don't step on him or the cerberus pup.

[OOC: Open!]

Furnado Animal Shelter; Tuesday [01/22].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Since she didn't get the chance to come in to check up on things at the shelter on Sunday like she usually did on account of being all smoll, Summer made the time to do so on Tuesday, pleased to hear that the vet and the animals had all stayed their regular size.

Of course, though, it would seem that they still had their fair share of tininess with the arrival of a pygmy goat, some dwarf geckos, and a pair of bee hummingbirds.

Summer was not prepared for that level of cuteness when she came in, either, so she found herself doing less work and a bit more just succumbing to the frequent waves of awwwww coming in at a merciless speed.

Furndado is open!

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty came running n half an hour late while Tino watched, smugly.

"Shut up. I knew what day it was," Kitty said.

His expression did not change, and Kitty ignored him, going straight to working.


Method RP! Open, no OCD. Help it's raining ice.]

Outside Ink & Holes, Tuesday Morning

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was on another one of her near-daily patrols of the town. If asked, she probably couldn't have been able to explain why she did it. Sure, it was something to do, and she was the type of person who needed things to occupy her time lest she start going stir-crazy. But there was probably something more to it than that.

She wasn't asking herself what, though.

She'd left the MCA early, walked through the park, stopped at the Perk for a cinnamon latte. By the time she made it to the other end of the island, the takeaway cup was empty. But she was still holding onto it when a display window caught her interest. Ink & Holes, it said. They had pictures of piercings on display, and various samples of jewelry that could go in said piercings. But more importantly, they'd put up tattoo flashes, alongside photos of finished tattoos on people's skin.

And perhaps more importantly, they had a sign reminding potential customers that they also did custom designs, both customers' own as well as designed by their own in-house artists.

Standing outside the shop with her gaze glued to the flashes and the photos, Octavia looked lost in thought.

[ooc: Open post in the street is open!]