Blackstone Foundry and Forge, Wednesday

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord hadn't even made it all the way into the foundry today when he noticed Amaya's sign. He had stopped mostly to admire the handiwork involved in making it, but stuck around a moment longer to contemplate the words themselves.

It was entirely possible that he had himself a hearty laugh before heading inside and setting to work finishing the last of his organization project for Amaya.

No reason in particular.

[OOC: Open!]

Caritas; Wednesday [02/06].

[not_a_bird]

"Hey, Tiiiino?"

Nails. Like nails on a chalkboard, that voice, and Tino cringed, bracing himself for whatever gem was about to come out of Sweet Dee, considering she'd been eyeing the zombie band with narrowed, speculative eyes and clearly thinking very, very hard about something.

"They ever use that stage for, you know, something other than the band?"

And so he pointed out the karaoke equipment and mentioned a few times, sure, it'd been used for a few other things, and Sweet Dee nodded along thoughtfully, and he almost regretted saying anything.

"Okay," she said, bobbing head, still cleaning that same glass she'd be cleaning for the last half hour, because, apparently, maintaining this grand scheme while doing something else was a bit beyond her ability. "I see...I see. Good. That's good! Good to know..."

Yeaaahhhh....he was going to go ahead and have a bad feeling about this one...

Caritas is open!

The Park - Wednesday afternoon

[spectre_alenko]

It had been some time since Kaidan had run along the paths through the park. His morning run hadn't quite cut it for him today, so he found himself not so much running as sauntering. Proving at least to himself that the trees no longer caused the twitching phobia. Or, at least, not nearly to the point he couldn't just ignore it and enjoy the walk. He had a large bottle of water with him, keeping hydrated as he went.

The weather was nice. The sun was even peeking through the clouds every so often. He had no particular place to be so he just let himself wander all of the trails in turn. Mostly enjoying the weather and soaking up as much sunshine as he could. It was supposed to rain later but for now it was really quite lovely.

[Open.]

Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

[myownface]

Sparkle was in a pretty good mood today at work, which was nice. There was actual stock - the Lush products seemed to be moving well, and damn right he had himself a good laugh at the eggplant and peach bath bombs they were selling. Because Sparkle was apparently twelve, but that was fine, because apparently the Lush marketing crew were, too.

And to top it off, there was rocking 80s music playing when he came in, so he was pretty much in the mood to throw himself into working immediately.

... Which was good, because really, when you worked in a place that sold bath and beauty products, the week before Valentine's day was busy.

[OOC: Sparkle's soundtrack is my soundtrack, yes.]

Luke's, Wednesday

[vdistinctive]

Eliot took one step into the diner today and promptly found himself flat on his ass.

This was . . . not his typical life experience. At least not without having been hit by something with incredible force. When he tried to stand up, his feet skidded across the weirdly slick floor.

The busboy slid out of the kitchen in socks, holding a broom. "Um," he said.

Eliot swiped his hand against the floor. It wasn't oil or grease. As far as he could tell there was nothing weird on the floor at all. "What did you guys do?"

"It's not our fault!" the busboy insisted, clutching the broom close to his chest. "It was like this when we came in!"

A raw turkey came sliding out of the kitchen, followed by excited cheering.

". . . We're just taking advantage of the situation."

Eliot sighed, climbing carefully to his feet. "I really hate you sometimes."

"I know."

Today's specials
Grilled salmon
Grilled vegetables
Grilled cheese
Basically anything from the outdoor grill

Luke's was open. Ish.

Covent Garden Flowers, Wednesday

[2_old_for_this]

It wasn't often these days that Peter had to use his natural gifts. He could, sure, but even the latest invasions had been pretty mild, and he hadn't had to resort to superhuman speeds or feats of strength or shapeshifting.

Next week was Valentine's Day, and he owned a pan-dimensional flower shop.

Today would see Peter growing a new arm or two, lifting as many flowers and vases and pots as inhumanly possible, and doing his best to get them all put together yesterday.

If it wasn't him, it'd be his employees, and he really didn't want to do this to them any more than necessary.

Covent Garden was open! Mind the...everything!