Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (6/14)

[goldfishontherocks]

Keyleth didn't like this place any more by this point in the week than she had on Monday morning, and she'd already burned half her Wild Shape abilities for the day just to get to work from the dorms today. But she'd wanted to make sure the plants were all right, which to her relief they seemed to be.

Didn't mean she wasn't going to talk to all of them again, though. That part was important, okay?

[OOC: The OCD is going to be busy screaming for a week. You know. Again. Post is open though!]

The Park, Friday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan didn't even want to know what might be lurking in the warehouse district this week. The scorpions had been one thing, the maniacs with implements of destruction? That was something else entirely. There wasn't going to be any meditation this week, but he was going to settle in and run through lightsaber forms, because if he was going to have to stop in the case of an attack, at least this way he was already well armed.

A little girl skipped by, singing a little singsong about angels.

Kanan left her and her protector be, giving the two of them a very, very wide berth. He had a deep, sinking feeling about the both of them. But then, he had that feeling about most of this.

Just a few more days. A few more days, and then... well. He still wouldn't complain about more dinosaurs.

[OOC: Open!]

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Friday

[chirpchirpchirp]

Hey, you know what was a great thing to be surrounded by for a dual-wielding Twi'lek pirate girl in an underground nightmare city full of murderous junkies?

Guns!

And so of course Vette came to work, where she was putting together packages of weapons and ammo, tools for proper maintenance, that sort of thing, so that anybody who knew how to use them could swing by, arm themselves, and be ready for the rest of the week. And maybe, you know, whatever else was in the pipeline, here. Between the vampires a while back, the wasteland, and this place, Vette didn't think for a second that this was going to be the last bit of murderous mayhem that they were going to be faced with, nope.

Oh, and there was a meditation room. But who was going to be able to meditate at a time like this?

The Bookbelt, Friday

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina had figured that, like, she should probably go see what was up with her shop since it seemed wrong to leave Owen to do that, when she wasn't actually sure where he fell on the helpless-to-badass scale.

Her shop was… more than a little overgrown, greenery everywhere, and while it was damp like basically everything in this version of the island, it wasn't flooded, which was nice to see.

Honestly, the most confusing thing was…

"Um, like, where are all the books????????????" she wondered, peering at the empty shelves and wondering if something was going to jump out and try to eat her the way the books had clearly been eaten.

(Okay, they probably hadn't been eaten, but who knew in this place???????????)

And, eventually, she was going to get bored enough to sent out an email.

The Bookbelt is… Open?

[And OCD free!]

Syndulla Scrap, Friday

[futurespacemom]

The whole place was dangerous this week, yes, but Hera was most concerned about the ships. Even if they couldn't get out of their new hangar without a portal, that didn't mean nothing else could get in. She'd spend a bit of time looking them over, and a lot longer with Chopper and the bitey bits making sure none of the local dangerous denizens even got close.

Force help them if they tried.


Syndulla Scrap was open!

Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord spat out a mouthful of blood and a chunk of busted tusk, walked into Caritas, made his way behind the bar, poured a shot of whiskey, set it to the side, and took a swig straight from the bottle, following it up with a hissing sound in response to the burn that came as a result.

Really, the less said about how tired he looked or how he'd apparently been throwing himself at fights for the entirety of the day, the better. At least if any splicers followed him in, they'd be out again in short order.

He was done with this place. Time to go somewhere that didn't just encourage the creepy dream eyes with the all-encompassing doom voice, please.

[OOC: I knew I was forgetting one. Happy Friday!]

Godiva Street, Friday afternoon

[vdistinctive]

The Big Daddy/Little Sister pair that had until recently been Eliot and Parker had made a slow circuit of the island over the course of the week, taking down splicers and scavenging for ADAM, as was their way.

There may, somewhere deep in that enormous helmet, have been some spark of faint recognition when they made it back to Godiva street and passed the house where, in other realities, they lived with their fiancee. But it was unimportant. The only important thing to the Big Daddy was his Little Sister, and killing anything that looked like it might do her harm.

[open, with a big ol' slow play disclaimer. Had to make sure to get Big Daddy!Eliot out here somewhere, though!]

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Like much of Fandom, Liam was definitely feeling worn down and on edge due to their latest new reality. Especially since those little girls with the glowing eyes and the syringes had started following him around every time he ventured out of the apartment.

They never actually did anything other than just watch, and giggle to themselves while whispering something about "angels", but it was unnerving all the same. Especially since where those girls went, so did the big metal hulking things. He'd seen what happened when one of the people who'd attacked him had tried to go after one of the girls, though, and so as menacing as they were, he was going to ignore them just as much as he was ignoring the girls.

The Trooper Station is open, though mind the gaggle of Little Sisters (and their Big Daddies) that was currently milling about outside.