Fandom Post Office, October 8 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

The post office was doubling down on its fall-themed decor this week, it seemed. Small drifts of autumnal leaves were now piled up in all of the corners of the lobby, there was a scarecrow stationed behind the counter, and it looked like there was an actual miniature pumpkin patch growing beside the packaging supplies.

At least the cornucopia front and center on the counter had actual fresh fruit and vegetables -- that it was, apparently, actually producing -- spilling out of it, so that was Éponine's snacks and possibly lunch solved for the day.

Really, she could forgive quite a few of this place's more inconvenient quirks, so long as it kept feeding her.

[OOC: Post/post office open!]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty was trying really hard not to pay attention to Tino today.

"This isn't the first time you've been through this, I know that for a fact," she said finally. "So I'm going to need you to stop looking down and giggling."

Some people really liked this event.

SPECIALS
....COME ON IN, YOU PROBABLY NEED A ROUND


[Open!]

Syndulla Scrap; Tuesday [10/08].

[howareyanow]

Was Wayne disappointed to wake up and still find that he hadn't gone back to normal? That's a Texas-size 10-4.

He was still going to his classes and his work like normal, though, still convinced to just basically ignore it and wait it out as best he could, just like that one week he turned into a monster. He was starting to get a little more used to it now, even, and there was an added bonus that these weird, much smaller hands of his could actually get into some of the harder-to-reach spots on the snowmobile's engine to work on some stuff he wouldn't otherwise be able to easily reach, and he sort of appreciated some of the work he figured Vette would have been doing on it on account of the fact that her hands were likeleh even smaller than his were right now.

Either way, he was around if anyone should need anything, as he made the most out of working on all the smaller parts today.

Syndulla Scrap is open!

Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [10/08].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

There was definitely a benefit to having the memories and experiences of a thousands-year-old imperial tyrant with access to dozens upon dozens of different bodies; it really didn't take Tisarwat much time to adjust. The strangest thing about it all was just how random it was, but she understood that the island just did things like this. It was actually kind of nice, switching it up a little, like changing one's hairstyle or the color of their eyes. From what she gathered, it didn't happen often, and that seemed like a shame to her. If she was going to be stuck on some backwater uncivilized planet, might as well have the chance to have fun with something different every few months or so.

But with that, it felt like a pretty normal day for her as she went into work at the music shop, thinking a little about the entertainment they'd watched in computer class, and she found the soundtrack to it in the shop and put that on, which didn't feel very inspired, not compared to that one song she'd discovered the other week that she still was constantly thinking about, but she listened anyway.

Groovy Tunes is open!


[[ and for ooc clarity: yes, Tisarwat did change with the proper group ;) ]]

The beach, Tuesday morning

[betterthanaplan]

Duke had very nearly decided to cancel Tuesday morning yoga this week. He'd made great strides in feeling more comfortable -- or at least not panicking -- since yesterday morning, but he was definitely still a little more . . . detached from his skin than he normally was, which was going to make yoga much harder than it otherwise would be.

It also made yoga that much more important, though. So he was here, with his usual mats and a couple curious porg companions and -- yes -- this time some nice soothing instrumental music that someone was probably going to decide to call 'new age'.

The new body was still very bendy, thank god, and while his arms definitely weren't what they once were, they were deceptively strong. Which was how he'd ended up moving straight from a too-short warm up into trying to do a handstand.

And just toppling. Immediately. To the mat. Repeatedly.

"God damn piece of fucking shit --"

Landing on your boobs hurt!

[Tuesday yoga is open! And extra awkward!]

The Perk - Tuesday afternoon.

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack was back at the Perk, picking up coffees. She got a large carafe of Kaidan's too-sweet-oh-god-why coffee but it was in a thermos container so she didn't have to look at it. Her own was black.

She'd printed up stickers with "My name is ____________. My pronouns are ________." stickers and dutifully peppered the tables with them where people could take them if they wanted.

Finding a seat at a table, she parked her ass and took a drink of coffee, burning her mouth on purpose. She had a lot to think about. Between her own headspace and the excitement of a possible run back home for some mayhem, it was a day for coffee and contemplation.

[Open Perk is open]

The Preserve, Tuesday Afternoon

[okteiviakom]

Magnus had been inclined to spar even in his current form (and maybe even because of it?) and Octavia wasn't really the type to turn that down when there weren't enough opportunities for it on the island as it was.

She'd also picked the place, so now they were in the woods, in the preserve. She'd say it was because the beach had a potential porg issue. But, really... It was kind of because of the way Magnus looked right now, with his braids and his new undercut. That seemed to call for being surrounded by trees.

Sometimes, she'd take any chance she could to feel at home.

"Are you sure about this?"

[ooc: Octavia's here for one, but the post is open for other preserve stuff!]