Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (3/8)

[goldfishontherocks]

This morning had started out with Keyleth fielding a call from an upset customer with a completely unreasonable request -- someone who wanted a last-minute change to a custom-made arrangement that included rare flowers from one very specific dimension. She'd stumbled most of the way through that conversation before she managed to get frustrated enough to really put her foot in it, blurting out something about how if the customer knew anything at all about flowers, she'd know what an impossible thing she was expecting of them.

So now she had a row of small potted blossoms arranged on the front counter and was trying to get them to bloom with a little help from magic, while Tickles prowled along the counter and occasionally got in her way. "I think that could've gone better, don't you?"

Tickles didn't answer. Neither did the plants. Oh well.

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Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette was giving the meditation room some speculative looks, today. Not because she was even remotely considering actually meditating, nah. Well. Kind of. She'd never really tried, was the thing, and so when she'd had a customer come in asking for advice about it, she'd kind of drawn a blank.

"Don't forget to breathe?"

There was a brief pause, and then a small, knowing nod. And then the customer had thanked her for her wisdom (???) and gome off to do their thing.

So, yeah. Speculative looks. Because what in the world had that even been about?

[OOC: Open!]

Kanan's Warehouse, Friday Morning and Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Really, by this point was it any wonder that Kanan was in the warehouse again?

Meditating?

He seemed to have found a routine that worked for him, though he did hope that the weather would be nice enough for him to venture out to the park again for these things sooner or later. After all, enough people knew about his warehouse after this winter that it wasn't as though he had much more privacy with his meditation than he would out in the open. And Stance always did enjoy the park that much more, Kanan felt less guilty about bringing him along, when he went to meditate in the park.

For the time being? The warehouse. If nothing else, it was more dry in here today anyway.

T42 - Friday

[hernando_fuentes]

I totally know what day of the week it is, hush

The shop today was decorated with pictures and posters from the heyday of women's liberation. Suffragettes stood proudly in their sashes, women in trousers lounged on the steps of universities. The first female medical doctor and surgeon had a portrait front and center. A Rosie the Riveter poster hung on one side of the wall. Harriet Tubman's portrait bookended the doctor's. A print of Michelle Obama's official White House portrait was near the counter.

The color theme for the day seemed to be green, white and purple. Hernando smiled a little and patted the counter. "Happy Women's Day to you, too."

The pastries today ranged from delicate little sweets to Rosalie's giant decadent cupcakes. Savories in the form of hearty sandwiches and dainty little puff pastry cups filled with all manner of delights were in a cooled case.

He fed the quokka and took up station behind the counter.

[T42 is Open!]

Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Thud!

"Your turn."

Fjord wasn't smirking too much as Tino, grumbling, went to stick a zombie's leg back on from the knee down. Maybe a little, sure. A success was a success, and last week's bet had been, without question, a success. And so Tino was on zombie duty for the next little while on Friday nights, which suited Fjord just fine.

There were just some bets you didn't make with a guy who had a constitution like Fjord's. Sorry not sorry, Tino.

[OOC: Open!]

Turtle & Canary; Friday [03/08].

[white_oleander]

It really didn't surprise Astrid at all to come into the store today and discover that Apu had sort of gone all out for the whole International Women's Day, up to and including a banner with this year's theme neatly printed on it and doused in glitter and actually being nice and pleasant toward her for a change.

Leaving her to really wonder if she should say anything about how she felt he kind of missed the mark by putting out clearly feminine-coded versions of products out on prominent display and doing the banner in bright pink with flowers on it. Also, she wasn't entirely sure if his insistence on giving all women shoppers an across-the-board discount today was counterintuitive to the whole concept of equality or actually a gesture of compensation for previous hardships, but she did know that she didn't get paid nearly enough for this job to bother venturing into those particular debates with him.

So she was mostly just going to enjoy the fact that his withering looks at her were reduced by at least fifty percent today, even if she could tell he really had to put effort into it. There had even, begrudgingly, been flowers, and, for her part, an actual, sincere thank you to him for it.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Mimosa
Purple
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [03/08].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto was pleased to see that Summer had gone ahead and made all those little furry dudes comfortable in a nice little habitat, but, after maybe a few minutes or so, realized just how boring those little furry dudes actually were when they were contained and content, so he went ahead and got back to work.

And he actually did do work today, and a lot of it, making a good pizza-banishing workout out of the shipment of supplies that came in that day. The puppies weren't entirely neglected, either; he got in some good playtime with them, but was also being pretty good about taking care of other tasks around the place, as well.

What? He did actually do work around here sometimes and not just hang out with puppies all day!

...sometimes.

Furndado is open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [03/08].

[special_rabbit]

Amaya was a woman on a mission that day, which meant that, uninterrupted, she was very likely about to spend the better chunk of her time in the shop so engrossed in her work that she'd start it with the morning light and end it by blinking up from her work and wondering when exactly it managed to get so dark out with the falling of the oncoming evening, and the only thing she'd have to show for the hours she completely missed passing her by was the developement of the metal she was working on from one state to another.

And what a state it would be! She'd dedicated herself that day to really getting the shape of the giant shuriken's blades angled for the best presumable flight, angled just right for proper lift and cutting through the air, and then getting to grinding out a wicked edge and making those edges shine. Good, hard, dedicated and repetative work, made all the more challenging by the awkward size and shape of the thing.

Just the kind of work she loved, really.

The Forge is open!

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Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Liam hadn't listened to the radio that morning, or he'd probably have a pretty good idea of why all the Troopers seemed to be walking on eggshells (not literally- he checked, this was Fandom after all) around him.

Calvin even brought him tea.

Liam winced a little as he eased himself into the chair at his desk. He was basically a walking bruise at this point, thanks, Beau. There were... a lot of reports to go through, after all the time he'd missed.

"Did you guys really subject Rosa to musical numbers?" That couldn't have gone over terribly well.

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