Syndulla Scrap; Tuesday [10/29].

[howareyanow]

The island may have been doin' its best to throw a lot of odd stuff into the mix on account of the holiday, some of them a bit creepy, most of it sort of on the side of whimsy, almost all of it stuff Wayne was steadfastly trying to ignore as best he could, like most things when the island was being a bit fruity-loops.

But what he unearthed when he was busy going through some of the scrap in the scrapyard, looking for useful bits and mebbe moving a few things from here to here, was decidedly one of the most disturbing things he'd come across yet.

It was really no wonder why someone wanted to scrap it, but, it being so close to Halloween and all, Wayne was sort of wondering if he should be worried about being cursed if he decided to destroy it like he really felt he should. Or, fuck, even just fer lookin' at it...

...and the real kicker was that it would look right back....

Syndulla Scrap is open!

[[and bookbeltof_love is not allowed to talk to me anymore.]]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty would absolutely admit that after seeing herself in the mirror this morning, she wasn't in a hurry to look at herself again until tomorrow.

Tino however had taken it to a new level, covering anything even potentially reflective with a tablecloth. When Kitty came in, he was even trying to cover the glasses with napkins, at which point Kitty suggested he just go home.

She was leaving the tablecloths up tonight, though. You never knew.


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Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [10/29].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

The end of the week was inching closer and closer, and Tisarwat was starting to realize that, if she wanted to make headway on the assignment for her Bad Ass Bitches class, she might need to finally take a step forward and start getting her gloved hands dirty. There was, after all, only so much infomration gathering a person could do, and she hadn't even gotten anything that useful yet. All she really knew for sure was that Magnus' office didn't contain the hatchet. She might need to do a little actual investigation tonight, especially since she would be wasting a good deal of today at work.

But she had tea, and she had her notebooks, and it was almost always quiet at the shop except when Breq visited, so she was hoping to parse out a few ideas and strategies. She just sort of let the stereo do its own thing today, too, but, even ifmusic it was playing happened to be leaning on a certain theme, she wouldn't have noticed it even if she had been paying attention.

Groovy Tunes is open!

The beach, Tuesday morning

[betterthanaplan]

The island seemed bound and determined to fuck with Duke's zen. He didn't know what the hell it thought it was doing today, but he really could have done without looking in the mirror this morning to see his eyes had gone dead black. The porgs on his boat didn't seem to think anything was different (or didn't give a shit what a human's eyes looked like from day to day), and he seemed to be able to see just fine, so he was just going to go on with his day like everything was normal.

Suck it, Fandom.

Well, at least his body was working the way it usually did, and the beach was naturally devoid of mirror-like surfaces. He could just focus on his warm-up flow and ignore everything else for the time being.

[beach yoga is open! With SP caveat for much of the day]

The Graveyard - Tuesday Afternoon

[caduceusclay]

So this morning, Caduceus had awakend to find that when he looked into a mirror he had black horns; looked shriveled and his grey fur had taken a disturbing color change to a unholy dark grey.

"Oh. That's weird," was his only response.

After checking his head and feeling he had no horns, he shrugged and went out to tend the graveyard and then get some meditation in.

As he meditated, a pot of tea was brewing to his side. Just in case there was a visitor.

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