Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [11/12].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat was mostly spending a lot of her time sorting through the music today, trying to find something interesting to listen to, but she wasn't having much success. She kept getting distrated, with thoughts of finally getting around to hosting that tea party she kept thinking about doing, which lead her into thinking of exactly which of her finer teas she would serve, where would be a good place to find appropriate food for accompaniment, who she would invite, where she might find some good quality spare gloves to have available for the people who didn't have any, but she was pretty sure nearly everyone on her list already did, that was part of the reason they were even on the list to begin with.

Maybe this weekend. Surely, there wouldn't be anything going on this weekend that would get in the way of such plans. And if she did it on Saturday, then that meant she could have an easy conversation topic in grilling asking Nina how her date had gone.

So she was there, but terribly distracted, as her and her jumble of thousands of years of memories kept building themselves up on potential plans, unable to help being amused and eager by how the whole thing might play out.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Syndulla Scrap; Tuesday [11/12].

[howareyanow]

Wayne checked underneath the tarp to make sure the chair was still there, because, as horrible as it was, there was some sort of reassurance in the fact that it was still contained safely inside the scrapyard, rather than having disappeared on its own accord (and therefor who the fuck knew where it would wind up?) or, even worse, that someone had decided they liked it enough (or was evil enough to want to expose to the world on a wider level) to take it home with them.

But he was starting to question his methods of sorting through the scrap and moving things from here to here as todays sorting brought out another discovery that just left him feeling confused and uncomfortable and almost even a little bit angry that anyone would have thought putting the tail end of a car on a swing set structure was any sort of good idea.

He'd admit that he could actually see Vette doing something like that, which would be a fair pass, since she was an alien and all, but since she hadn't exactly been around much, he didn't know who to blame, and that was almost the worst part yet.

Syndulla Scrap is open!

[[apparently, sending me stupid junk is new sending me awful jello recipes, and I welcome it with open arms ]]

The beach, Tuesday morning

[betterthanaplan]

Rey had texted to say she'd be back today, so Duke was out on the beach at his usual time, stretching his way through an easy warm up. He wondered if Nina would actually show up today. He doubted it, though he was sure she'd come up with something bizarre to report about yoga this morning either way.

Thinking about that was a lot easier than worrying that something had changed since Rey's text and she wouldn't show at all. . . .

[ooc: morning yoga is open!]