Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [03/19].

[white_oleander]

If there were a lot of orders in the flower shop that day, Astrid hadn't spent nearly as much attention on them as she probably should have. She was going to blame yesterday's Civil Disobedience class on that, really, and talking with Mae, because her attention was definitely in her sketchbook. It really was kind of a shame that she couldn't find the tattoo gun from last time (revealed, as she left, handwavily and entirely in my head to have been confiscated by Detective Diaz and kept in her top desk drawer, with wholly insincere regrets on the copper's part). She had a feeling Mae would have been down for some ink, and she could add something new for herself, though she wasn't sure what it would be, and that's what distracted her so well at the counter of the flower shop that day, possible new tattoos, should she feel so inclined.

Another flower was out of the question; she just kept going back to oleanders. Which then lead to the sketching of a person completely covered in oleander tattoos, which was a good, distracting challenge to keep her busy.

As if she didn't have, you know, work to keep her busy or anything...

Covent Garden is open!

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty had had a bad day, but at least she got a little break for work.

And then she'd gone to restock something and opened the door to the stock room and had to phase through the avalanche of fruit that fell out. Why was there fruit, let alone that much? Good question!

SPECIAL
FRUITY DRINKS
OR JUST TAKE FRUIT HOME

[Open! Now in the right comm!]

The Magic Box, Tuesday

[always_someone]

It was inventory day at the Magic Box, and Norman was frowning a little as he went around the store with a clipboard and a pencil.

"One book about summoning eldritch horrors from another plane of reality - check. Three decks of fortune reading cards featuring..." He checked. "Bananas."

...

Thanks, Mae.

"Two rose quartz... bananas, formerly orbs. One tourmaline strawberry..." Sigh. "Twenty packages of incense, banana split scented..."

This was his life now.

[OOC: Open!]

The Perk, Tuesday morning

[future_sandworm]

Leto hadn't visited Fandom for a while, maybe for too long, but things had been busy in Arrakeen, and he could hardly ignore his duties. This would be a short visit, possibly a surprise one to some if they approve and of course he'd start it with a coffee at the Perk as usual.

After ordering, he found a seat by the window, as usual. And as usual, watched people walk past.

It was a nice contrast to having the leaders of one of the major Houses poisoned and causing a violent conflict among their potential successors. Not that that hadn't been interesting, but he did deserve some quiet time.

[Open! Leto needed some attention from me and I'm home sick and bored.]

The Onsen - Tuesday afternoon.

[spectre_alenko]

After a morning practicing sword forms, Kaidan headed to the Onsen for some relaxing in the hot water. He was not prepared for the chickens.

There were chickens of all shapes and sizes, some very tiny and some the size of large dogs. Strutting around or sitting on the warm rocks, they were on every surface except the water itself.

Kaidan blinked and laughed a little. "Ok, well. Sure. Sharing the hot spring with some birds. Why not." He stepped carefully through the poultry until he could sink into the water. One of the chickens, a fluffy little Silkie, came bobbing over while making little churbling noises. It clearly wanted attention. Or it was worried he was going to drown, one of those. Kaidan tentatively held a dry hand out and the chicken scooted under it immediately. He offered very gentle petting/scritches and the chicken made some contented little noises. Stepping from side to side, it eventually sank down and fluffed out, eyes half-closed with happiness and tilting its head to get the scritches exactly where it wanted them.

There were worse ways to spend his time. It was oddly relaxing, the almost purring noises the chicken was making.

[Open! Happy National Poultry Day!]

Fandom Counseling, Tuesday

[sharp_man]

The flamingos were all over the lawn today; there seemed to be more of them than usual.

Hannibal made his way through them to his office, glad that their glitter didn't brush off them, at least. The last thing he needed was for everything he wore to be nonstop glitter.

He closed the door behind him and got started on his taxes until his first client arrived.

There was a honk, and he looked up to find a flamingo peeking around the corner.

He got up, shooed it out, and closed the door again. Then he waited.

Sure enough, the door opened a moment later, and there was another (or possibly the same) flamingo.

Hannibal gave it a look. "If you make a mess in here or try to eat my books, I have some very good recipes."

He liked to imagine the bird looked suitably chastened. If nothing else, it at least plopped down on the couch and began grooming its feathers instead of being trouble.

He hoped none of his clients were bird-averse.


Fandom Counseling was open!