Trooper Station; Monday [02/03].

[died8yearsago]

Rosa was a bit late coming back from Brookyln that morning, where she'd spent her weekend in anticipation of a super bowl party with the Nine-Nine, because it was nice and convenient that her reality actually did line up with this reality fairly closely, if you ignore all the weird Fandom-esque shit that this reality liked to throw at you every once in a while.

But she figured coming in late today was better than just taking today off and coming in for a full day tomorrow. Not that she figured Kincaid would mind or anything, since they both tended to just sort take off whenever, but if she could latch onto an excuse for a mostly-half-day, she'd do it.

Things were...mostly normal when she got in, too, which she hoped was just because whatever dumb crap the troopers were engaged in that day had already passed by the time she plopped into her chair at her desk and got around to seeing if there was anything interesting she'd missed over the weekend.

[[ open station is open! ]]

Turtle & Canary; Mondays [02/03].

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Yeesh," said Summer, when she came into the store that day to do all her usual Monday round of orders and payroll and deposits and budgeting and spoilage and pretty much everything because her boss was the worst, "what is going on in here today? Why is it so...somber and depressing?"

And so Apu explained to Summer, shaking his head in sad misery, that, yesterday, when the Squishy machine woke up, it did indeed see its shadow, and thus predicting another year of terrible Squishy flavors.

And Summer just squinted at him.

"Okay," she said, "one, I don't remember that being a thing last year or the year before, and two, the Squishy machine doesn't have eyes, how could it even see its shadow? And three, if that's what it told you, guess what? The Squishy machine always has terrible flavors, and now I bet it's only trying to justify them with garbage superstitions."

Although, as the day went on, Summer couldn't help wondering if maybe she should consider redoing some of the lighting around the Squishy machine to ensure that, next year, there wouldn't be even a hint of a shadow around the thing.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Anchovy and Pineapple Pizza
Durian Fruit, but not the Flavor, Just the Smell
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Community Center Class: Tactics Pancake!!! | Monday

[bookbeltof_love]

Okay so, like, the fact that she'd been forced last week to have them do nothing but character build in the sketchiest sort of tavern that she could recall ever having been in herself meant that, like, they were a little behind on where she wanted them to be in her glorious story.

Her original plans had called for them to reach Cereelel and spend a week there, searching for clues, before they embarked towards Waffledonia…

Alas, however, for she was having to strike the visit to Cereelel from existence. On the other hand… well. She'd been looking forward to this class a bunch.

So as far as downsides went… she was okay with this one?

( What madness lies beneath this cut? )

"What," Nina asked, "will you do????????????????????????"

[Please to be waiting for the OCD is up, up and away!]

Fandom Post Office, February 4 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

Was Éponine asking why there was a whole carrot cake sitting by the postal scale when she came in this morning? No, she was not.

Was it a good carrot cake?

Yes, in fact, it was, and she was carefully portioning out pieces for herself to nibble on during the day, while putting an equal sized piece away to take home with her later. After taking it into the break room, where it was out of sight of the customers, because did you think she had any intention whatsoever of sharing this cake?

[OOC: IDEK. Apparently it's National Carrot Cake Day or something. Open, but definitely going to be very slow until I get home in the evening.]