Fandom Post Office, April 9 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

Right then. It was that time of year again.

Éponine had been here long enough, she knew what the island got up to right around the end of the spring term and she'd long since resigned herself to dealing with it.

She'd decided to be a bit entrepreneurial about it this year, too: today saw her making phone calls to most of the restaurants in town in between customers and delivery runs.

"Yes, I know you're likely to see lots of delivery orders coming in --" a pause and a snicker -- "over the next few days, and all I'm saying is, I'm sure your delivery folks wouldn't mind a bit extra time to . . . see to their own affairs, 'f you know what I mean. I'd be happy to help you out with it for a bit."

She suspected she might be less likely to be traumatized than some of the hapless delivery folks employed at the restaurants in town, given some of what she'd seen over the years.

[OOC: Post is, of course, open!]

Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [04/09].

[white_oleander]

Astrid was sort of hoping the mood she'd found herself in yesterday would have passed by now, but, if anything, from a critical perspective, it only seemed to have gotten worse. She didn't think a whole lt about it, though: she was fifteen, it was spring, she was probably going to start her period soon, and the body did strange things when elements like that so perfectly aligned. She didn't like how it seemed to invade her every thought this time around, though, filling her sketchbook with unbidden body studies and anatomical practice.

At least it was the week before prom, so she had plenty of excuse to just throw herself into making little corsages and boutonnières, fussy work that required the attention of her hands to keep busy, while her mind tried not to point out that most of the things that drew us to flowers...color, scent, the way their petals lay...were actually designed to attract pollinators, thus a version of their own mating dance, because everything was about sex, sex, sex...

And at least she had dress shopping with Sabine later to look forward to, which in itself seemed like a sort of bizarre statement, but it would be kind of fun to just do this stupid high school thing with her.

Even if that, too, at its core, just seemed more pageantry for mating rituals, the females of the species improving upon their plummage to make themselves more appealing for pursuit...

...if she started to get irritated with her own hormones at any point, all she had to do was picture Sabine's face if she told her that, and she felt a little better.

Covent Garden is open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Tuesday [04/09].

[special_rabbit]

By now, Amaya had a little bit more of an inkling as to what was going on here; she definitely knew she wasn't feeling herself, and she remembered not feeling like herself in this exact way before last year, too. But the big different between this year and last was that, this year, Amaya actually had a forge.

And she had every intention to put it to good use.

It really didn't help that movie class last night had been such a...mess, too. Between missing it last week, the fuss involved with the week before, and the unfortunate choice of film stirring up the alredy too-thick miasma of high-tension emotions, that was three weeks in a row where one of the solid, dependable things she counted on had gone skewed. She didn't really appreciate that. Just how she didn't appreciate how she kept thinking about stuff like Peter's prettiness or Fjord's jaw or Fenris' lithe frame or...

...right. Forge. There was work to be done, and work would get done, because at a time like this, there was nothing was going to make Amaya feel better quite like pounding out a nice, long, hard sword or two.

And yes, she knew exactly how that sounded, thank you.

The Forge is open!

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

This year with this whole thing was a little harder than most- not dirty- for Kitty, who also didn't really want to be at work for reasons. But Tino had called out sick for reasons she didn't want to imagine, and the zombies were playing the collected works of Marvin Gaye and Barry White (not well) and she was not at all counting down the time till she got to go home to her hot husband with the arms.

SPECIALS
ANYTHING WITHOUT A DIRTY NAME


[Open, no OCD!]

The Magic Box, Tuesday

[always_someone]

Hey, guess who had his NO WE DON'T SELL LOVE POTIONS sign out in the window again!

Guess!

Really, considering the week, Norman was super wondering what was the matter with people. And was possibly breaking into a rant about it every time somebody came in asking, because God.

God. Week before Prom was the worst. Next year he was spending it back in Blithe Hollow, just see if he didn't.

[OOC: Open!]

The Park - Tuesday

[mages_suck]

The spar yesterday had helped for awhile and the ache of the bruises and minor contusions was helping today at least a little. It gave both he and Fjord a chance to breathe but before too long the irritation and aggression had come back and on top of that, the worry. Not for himself. If he kicked the crap out of someone for being an overbearing, insensitive, heartless jerk - well, Fenris wasn't going to wake up when this was over and feel bad about it, now, was he?

Fjord would. Fenris knew that. Of the two of them, one tried to be the calm, urbane and amiable sort, to make himself seem smaller and not a threat - and it was definitely not Fenris. He hated this. He knew it was something outside of themselves influencing him. He'd had his feelings and emotions fucked with enough in his life to tell and part of the aggression was his brain rebelling and fighting against it because he was free now, dammit. His emotions were his and nothing was allowed to change that.

He took himself to the park and left Fjord the hotel room to get ready for class. The park was usually empty this time of day so he went for a walk. There were always the ducks to yell or scowl at if he felt the need. They didn't seem to mind or care. They were, after all, ducks.

[Open]

Atlas Gym- Tuesday afternoon

[notconflicted]

Of course. Of course she would have made arrangements to return home after this week. She had the pollen. She had a typically bad track record with it, sometimes when she wasn't even in town.

What made it worse was that she was still supposed to be taking it kind of easy. She'd gone for a run yesterday and it had helped a little, and the really important part was that she didn't fall down and die. This meant that today she was at the gym, still going a little harder on the punching bag than she should be.

Whatever. She still wasn't falling down and dying, and that was the important part.


[Open!]

Luke's, Tuesday

[battlewithstyle]

Mitsutada was incredibly uncomfortable today. Look, he'd had a human body for not all that long, all things considered. When things went weird, it was very confusing.

He still had a job to do, of course. Today that also meant glares at the staff for what they'd done with the specials board.

Today's Specials
Toad in the Hole
Bangers & Mash
Rump Roast

Luke's was open!