Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [02/04].

[white_oleander]

Astrid had been thinking about ghosts a bit too much lately, or at least it seemed that way when she got to work that day. Maybe it was just the bergamont in the Earl Grey tea she was brewing, maybe it was just all the jasmine and rose and carnation around the shop that day. But what about the sandalwood, the cloves, the uneniable woody undertone? It was the unmistakable scent of L'Air Du Temps in the shop that day, so heavy and suffocating that it gave her a headache, made it almost impossible to concentrate on the orders that were already starting to flow in for Valentine's Day.

She was trying to find ones that had other fragrant flowers in them: lavender and lily and lilac, and she worked closely with them, breathing them in to chase the perfume away, but it didn't work very well.

The only thing that seemed to overpower it were violets, and those weren't much better.

Covent Garden is open!

Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [02/04].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

There wasn't usually a whole lot to do around the store when Tisarwat came in for work, so she was hoping Breq wouldn't mind too terribly if she was spending most of her day behind the counter, frowning at her notebook, while trying to work on her poem a little.

The stereo, at least, seemed to be cooperating, for the most part, in playing some romantic mixes, although sometimes the songs did distract her a little as she listened to the lyrics and sort of boggled a little at what was considered to be romantic sentiments on this world, and wondering if she should be taking some sort of notes to consider.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Syndulla Scrap; Tuesday [02/04].

[howareyanow]

Wayne wasn't going to let some (quite possibleh very localized) rain get in the way of his usual 'go to the junkyard and just sort of do stuff' day, especially since it looked like the little hutch for the bitey bits that kept them all nice and dry and hopefully free from rusting had a few holes in it that needed patching, and there was no shortage of places he could go to dry out a bit himself, warming up by the incinerator in between finding piece of particularly good metal to feed the bitey bits to keep them nice and satisfied in this weather.

All the while looking longingly at the snowmobile-shaped tarp off to the side a bit. This mild-as-fuck winter was definitely enough to start wearing down on this Northern boy's heart a bit.

Definitely gonna have to plan to go fishin' up in Kyu-bec here soon, no doubt about it! But, in the meantime...

Syndulla Scrap is open!

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

It'd been slow lately, and Kitty had been trying to think if new ways to drum up business. The problem was she'd made the mistake of asking Tino for his thoughts.

Which was why so much of what she was saying tonight were things like "No, we're not having a wet t-shirt contest" and "okay, I'm not bringing livestock into my bar."


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The beach, Tuesday morning

[betterthanaplan]

It was actually kind of gorgeous out this morning, if a little damp from early morning showers. Duke was on the beach and had been doing a nice easy butterfly pose to begin his warm up, but had gotten distracted regaling the local porgs with the story of his adventure to their home universe this weekend.

The porgs didn't understand a word he was saying, of course, but he had gotten several of them to imitate him imitating using the Falcon's turret guns, which was almost painfully adorable.

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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had spent most of the past two days in Washington, DC, checking on old... friends and making several new ones. It had been a rather good trip, spinning the weekend's earlier Seivarden-related distractions into a good old repression spiral time.

And so Lucifer found himself back behind the ivories at the Devil's Nest, playing old classics. The upbeat type.

No one better start flinging axes around the club while he was in a good mood, mind you. There'd be annoyed glaring.

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