Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (2/7)

[notarockharpist]

The downside to starting a new job in an unfamiliar world two weeks before Valentine's Day was that Yasha really had very little choice but to find out what exactly this holiday was all about, and why so many people wanted so very many flowers to commemorate it. In her first hour of work alone, she'd taken so many orders that she thought she'd sold more flowers than even existed in all of Xhorhas.

... which was rather depressing, actually, even before she called Beau to ask for an explanation of the holiday. (Beau had said something about an excuse for couples to be obnoxiously schmoopy and that it was mostly just a bullshit manufactured event that existed for the purpose of selling a lot of candy and flowers and teddy bears and shit. Of course, she'd followed that up by asking if Yasha could, like, hook her up with a special Mighty Nein discount, so ...)

The multitude of bright colors made her think of Mollymauk, too, so there was an extra layer of depressing.

Anyway, in between orders both in person and over the phone, Yasha was putting together a small floral arrangement for herself. Or, well, not herself, strictly speaking, but that would be the only answer anyone would get. Seivarden had said she needed to practice making them, after all. But as soon as she got back to her hotel room every one of the flowers in that arrangement was going into the pages of that etiquette book.

It was certainly an interesting sight: bright sprays of color everywhere, and this muscular, monochrome, melancholy figure moving back and forth in the middle of it all.

[OOC: ... it is entirely possible that I didn't take into account the implications of making Yasha work in a flower shop right before Valentine's Day. MISTAKES WERE MADE.

The post and shop are, however, open, now with purely gratuitous alliteration. I made myself sad again. God, that's just gonna be a weekly thing, isn't it.]

The warehouse with the burn on the door- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

Before he'd left, Kanan had given Rey a backup of the files on his holocron to use. She hadn't gone through them yet. She had several reasons for it, though it was mainly that it was still a sore spot for her. However, thanks to last week's training session she had a reason to go through it, which was why she was sitting on the floor watching a hologram of a much younger Anakin giving lightsaber instruction.

Which was what they did most weeks, but still. This was kind of great.


[Open!]

Furnado Animal Shelter; Friday [02/07].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

In contrast to yesterday, the shelter was pretty quiet today, with most of the animals seeming to be pretty tired and sleepy, no doubt from all the excitement of yesterday. But as Sidon set to work, being as quiet as he could while mostly moving things onto and off of the higher shelves, he noticed, every once in a while, a scurry of cats that seemed to run by, one of them dragging the long ribbon of a measuring tape while the others went scurrying after it.

Which all seemed like innocent fun and games until some of the older cats got a hold of it, and now seemed to be considering just how they might be able to use it to somehow trap this large and elusive source of food once and for all.

They would, clearly, need a bigger measuring tape.

Furnado is open!