Turtle & Canary; Wednesday [11/20].

[sake_shinigami]

Once the word got out that Shunsui was back in the Seireitei yesterday, it hadn't been long before Rangiku Matsumoto had tracked him down to drag him out to buy her drinks...despite the order from Retsu Unohana that he was to remian on strict bed rest for the evening. Now, Shunsui was actually a really big fan of strict bed rest, to the point where he had Unohana write it down so that he had something to wave at Apu-san when he got back, but he was also a fan of Rangiku and her ample, generous...personality, so maybe he didn't put up too much of a fight about it.

Of course, Rangiku was also a beautiful, terrible, horrible, incredible monster, who could put away drinks in a way that could almost make Shunsui himself blush, and had absolutely no difficulty at all drinking a man who sipped sake like it was water under the table. Especially when she wasn't paying for them.

Needless to say, Shunsui was perhaps just a tad bit, just a touch, just a smidgen hungover that day, when he came into Turtle & Canary because it was Wednesday, albeit a bit later than usual, even though he never really came in all that early, either. He came in, waved his 'doctor's note' at Apu-san to inform him that he was obviously under strict orders to take it easy and not do too much work so he was not to be disturbed as he just sort of slumped at the counter, cheek in his hand, hat pulled down low over his eyes, trying to doze off and dream about the many days of bed rest he'd take up as soon as this was over. Doctor's orders!

Trying being the word here.

He was fairly certain Apu-san was finding literally every noisy thing in the store and dropping them on purpose.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Peanut Butter Fudge
Peanut Butter & Jelly
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Wednesday [11/20].

[special_rabbit]

Yesterday's class got Amaya thinking a little bit about ceremics and clay and whatnot and how it really never hurt to diversify your trade a little bit, especially when business had gotten quite a bit slow lately, which wasn't starting to worry her at all, perish the thought, it was fine, it was just a slump, maybe there'd be an uptick with the holidays coming up or the next new semester, although the last new semester didn't really bring a whole lot in, now did it?

Not that she was worried! But since she didn't currently have any big, ongoing projects, she might as well take it to herself to throw together some sort of very Blackstone-esque pottery wheel, because you never knew when you might need one, and it wasn't like she didn't already have enough going on in the shop.

Hey, maybe she might even find a particularly untapped market for rustic, homecrafted pottery wheels around the place! You never knew!

...but she didn't particularly like how she almost hoped so, because if her books continued to see more red than they did black, well...that was a problem.

The Forge is open!

Trooper Station, Wednesday Morning

[firstofitskind]

The walk was literally a block and a half. It should not have taken very long at all. And yet, when the person being transported kept stopping every few steps to gawk at something-or-other, it took far, far longer than it should have.

So Calvin was maybe not in the best of moods by the time they'd got the intruder in to the station and were standing in front of his desk.

"Sit," he demanded, gesturing at the chair.

( This would go well )

[ooc: establishy and NFI, preplayed with the fabulous outofherdepths]