Fandom Post Office, February 5 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

Ah, yes. It was getting close to that time of year again, wasn't it? Éponine could tell, because the mailbox that ordinarily let out occasional swarms of butterflies or bubbles was instead releasing the odd wave of tiny winged heart candies, and interspersed with every bin of incoming mail was an assortment of heart-shaped packages.

None of which, luckily, was literally heart-shaped, or she'd have been giving them a wide berth indeed.

Figuratively heart-shaped was bad enough, though, since they were awfully hard to arrange the rest of the mail around and trying to hold on to an armful of them was even more difficult.

Éponine was going to be doing a lot of rolling her eyes before it was time to close up for the day, she could tell.

[OOC: Post office and post are open!]

Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [02/05].

[white_oleander]

Just as she'd suspected, Astrid hadn't slept well last night, but she knew that, even if she'd slept like a baby, she'd still feel pretty drained and morose after yesterday's classes. Well. The one class, anyway, the one that she could now pretty much identify as the bane of her Mondays, the one she was just starting to wonder if she should just start skipping, like she had with old man Jenkins' class, in a time that seemed to exist ages ago.

She thought about skipping her science class and even skipping work, too, but what else was she going to do? Lie in bed, staring at pinwheels all day?So she was there, but she wasn't really there, fighting the urge to just take a nap as she mindlessly put together some of the Valentine's Day orders. Something simple enough, something that kept her hands busy, which was what she needed at times like this, though her mind kept drifting to oleanders, how easily they could be included, slipped in, none the wiser, and how most people wouldn't even know the potential disaster lurking there among their carnations and baby's breath.

She wondered if the prison allowed flowers.

She wondered if Ingrid would just throw them in the trash.

Covent Garden is open!

The Magic Box, Tuesday

[always_someone]

Norman came in and opened up the magic shop today, completely unprepared for the influx of customers making it nearly impossible to get any work done at all. What were they looking for?

Love spells or potions, charms to make them more attractive to the object of their affections. One gentleman simply came in looking for a cure for male pattern baldness, and Norman wound up having a good chat with him about how he was welcome to try the solutions they had at the shop, but anybody worth dating wasn't going to let something like that change how they saw him.

... Norman hadn't been expecting the grateful hug from the poor guy, no. The man left empty-handed, but apparently with a new lease on life, leaving Norman free to get back to explaining the ethical issues behind magical love potions to the majority of his customers today while the cerberus puppy sat at his feet, eyeing anybody who thought they might get rude with three pairs of glowing red eyes.

The Magic Box is open! And no, Norman won't sell you any love spells.

[OOC: Open!]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

The fun thing about having a baby with a cold was that it meant Kitty was walking into work with the sniffles.

Not that she was sick. Nope.

Tino might be handling making the drinks tonight, though. Kitty was just the i versatile person.


[Open, no OCD!]

Syndulla Scrap, Tuesday

[mountaingorilla]

Kagura had made a snow sculpture of a Neo Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon in the middle of the junkyard.

It looked a lot like she'd made a giant snow penis.

Syndulla Scrap was open!

Luke's, Tuesday

[battlewithstyle]

Mitsutada was spending another day disavowing the specials board and questioning the sanity of the kitchen staff.

Today's Specials
Baby Shark Soup
Soup Soup
Soup Soup
Soup

Luke's was open!

The Onsen, Tuesday Afternoon

[1000yearstoolate]

Having spent most of the day as she usually did, which meant watching entertainments, playing with Issa and drinking tea, Seivarden felt she needed to get out if the apartment. She hadn't been to the onsen for a while, possibly not since those plants, and it seemed like a perfect choice.

For a while. It was nice, only just sitting there made her restless, and she realized she should probably have gone to the gym or the shooting range instead. She'd do that later perhaps? Or not? It turned out sitting in a pool of hot water could make you indecisive.

[Open]