Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [01/21].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat's week was feeling a little off again. She'd missed Seivarden at the flower shop on Saturday and a headache had her out for most of yesterday, which she supposed was fine, because she didn't have any classes that day, it just meant she missed breakfast, but they did it every week, so that was fine. In general, though she was feeling better, she felt like she was in a bit of a fugue state, a little antsy, starting to question what she was even doing here, how she'd much rather be back home, she didn't even know how things were going with the conclave, maybe it had already happened, and things were progressing forward, without her, and she should be there, but instead, she was here instead, doing nothing but organizing recorded music in a small shop that hardly anyone even visited...

...and she was really getting low on her Radchaai tea, too.

It left her feeling a little maudlin that day, anyway, but the work at least provided a distraction, and the stereo was cooperating, playing soft, moody music to suit how she felt, even if she was pretty sure it kept playing one song more frequently with the specific intention of getting it firmly stuck in her head.

Groovy Tunes is open!

[[ and totally where I attempt to get out my earworms ]]

Syndulla Scrap; Tuesday [01/21].

[howareyanow]

It may have been a bit colder today, but Wayne still wasn't holding out much hope for this sad excuse for what was apparently supposed to be winter right now, giving a wistful sigh toward the snowmobile and just thinking maybe he should just splurge on a nice portal up to Kyu-bec fer a weekend. Maybe get a few people together fer ice fishing, because there was always great fishin gin Kyu-bec.

But, fer now, after doing just a little bit of upkeep maintenance on the thing and getting the bitey bits out for a good run around the scrapyard before treating them to some choice bits of scrap, he settled in to move various bits and pieces from here to here, bracing himself for another terrifying discovery that would go straight into the incinerator.

Of which there weren't much of yet, but Wayne would be ever vigilant. You just never knew what might be lurking there in the somehow endless piles of junk and scrap.

Syndulla Scrap is open!

[[ the fact that I got a belt advertisement when I looked up a reference video for this post is the funniest god damn thing that no one will understand but me, god dammit ]]

Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [01/21].

[white_oleander]

Astrid had came into the flower shop for work that day expecting to spend it working out some of the details for the sketch she was going to do to prepare for finally painting something on that black, black wall that had been overtaking her side of the room since she got back, but there was a particular white rose that was apparently feeling very artistic today. It kept posing for Astrid, to the point where she felt she had no choice but to sit there and sketch it instead, but she didn't mind. The poses were interesting and made for some good shading work, and it was good for her to practice drawing with gloves on.

They were a new pair. She'd had the opportunity to embroider little blue forget-me-nots on these ones, which complimented the pale grey heather satin of the gloves themselves. At some points, she regretted the choice because they were a little similar to oleanders, especially when embroidered by a mostly unskilled hand, but then Astrid just remembered that forget-me-nots were also called scorpion grasses, and she found that amusing enough to draw a few scorpion-flower hybrids in her sketchbook when the rose wasn't looking.

Covent Garden is open!

[[ and I think today's spam is done! ]]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

They still had too much chocolate vodka, and Kitty was sick of it. But at least they'd made a dent in it... and then Kitty walked in to find that there were more bottles of it around the bar than there had been when she left yesterday.

As it turned out, Tino had just thought it would be funny if he put the empty bottles around just to scare her, and that is how Tino got sent home for the night.

Anyway,

SPECIALS
CHOCOLATE VODKA, FREE TO A GOOD HOME
SERIOUSLY TAKE A BOTTLE


[Open!]

The Beach, Tuesday Afternoon

[firstofitskind]

The beach might have been a little too chilly for yoga today, but you know what it was perfect for?

Sitting on a rock with a cup of hot chocolate, staring out at the ocean, and pretending that everything is totally fine (which, for the record, looked rather a lot like brooding, but details.). That literally every inch of Liam's skin save his face was covered was just a concession to the aforementioned chilly weather. Sure.

[ooc: broody (... not that kind of broody) but open!]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

The devil... wasn't at the piano, for once.

He was standing by the bar while a hipster electronica band played their folk-inspired dance music near the piano. Martini in one hand, phone in the other.

"What on Earth were you doing in New York, brother?" he sighed.

"We knew you'd been spotted there a few times," Amenadiel admitted, on the other end of the line. "Linda hoped to come and talk to you. And, uh, get a-- it's called a babymoon--"

"Yes, yes, I hope you're enjoying your mother-angel daddy time," Lucifer said impatiently, "But is this what I can expect from now on? Is your mini-me going to be stalking me everywhere and harrassing every human I spend my time with, or--?"

"Remy's gone. I took care of it."

Lucifer rubbed at his forehead. "Well, if there's any sign that any of our other siblings are taking an interest--"

"I'll let you know. I told you, I'll handle-- all of this."

"See to it that you do," Lucifer said irritably, and hung up, ignoring the twisting feeling in his stomach at the thought something might happen to Linda over this.

Clearly he needed more alcohol. And a dancing partner or two.

[[ open! ]]