Community Center Class: Tactics Pancake!!! | Monday

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina was feeling a bit vexed today and she hadn't, as of yet, figured out exactly why. On the bright side, given that her class had been in the ghost ship last week, today was…

Well, it'd be a good day for her romance-ridden, trashy book little heart.

Perched upon her desk, Nina was wrapped in a blue, hooded cloak (which was the precise colour of her eyes, should anyone be paying attention) as she waited for what parts of her class would arrive today. The unpredictability of it all made planning exactly what she wanted them to do a bit of a challenge but on the other hand it also meant she was free to unleash the full force of her imagination upon all of them.

The poor fools.

( CONTINUE? Y / N )

"What lies beyond the ship????????????????????" she asked. "What has happened to the prince????????????? How will you find your way out of this predicament???????????????"

[Wait for the OCD is up, up and away!]

Trooper Station; Monday [02/10].

[died8yearsago]

Rosa didn't think much of her mood when she woke up that morning, except maybe wondering how she could best utilize it later, assuming work didn't just straight out kill it. Which, as it turned out, work had absolutely no intention of killing it, but only seemed to be making it worse, and it was only after she started to wonder if maybe Ralph had been working out more that she realized she'd been spending a significant amount of her time not working, and, instead, paying undue interest to all of her coworker's stupid flat butts.

And not in the usual disparaging ways, either.

Which could only mean one thing.

"God," she said, "dammit!"

This stupid week again! Ugh. Already, Rosa was thinking of cashing in one of her sick days or something to avoid the continued and awkward lusting after trooper butts, and really, really, really hoping that Tightpants didn't have any plans for the week, because, if she had anything to say about it, his schedule just got booked.

[[ and open station is open! ]]

Turtle & Canary; Monday [02/10].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Yeah. Okay. So absolutely no work was getting done that day. Even if Summer wasn't already sick of all the excess Valentine's Day crap the store had provided for them (you know it was bad when Summer was thinking, 'whoa, okay, I think I've had enough pink for a while, thanks') and therefor utterly lacking in motivation, she mostly just seemed capable of distractedly scrolling through Tinder at the moment, a small voice in the back of her head being a little concerned about the fact that her standards seemed to have significantly dropped and she was swiping right on pretty much everyone.

And while anonymous online hook-ups had quite the appeal, she was also starting to think about that which she usually had more sense to avoid, and that was her long list of ex's and what they might possibly be up to. Ethan was out, obviously, after what Morty did to him, but that was just her dimension's Ethan. And there had to be a dimension where Christina LaCroix was so totally single, right? And she had to wonder what Hemmorhage was up to (which should have been a big warning to her, since you know it was bad when Summer was seriously thinking about booty-calling her ex-husband).

But she was definitely thinking about it, and the only thing in her way (other than being stuck at work right now) was not knowing exactly which dimensions she'd need to get a portal to for any of those options. Which meant pausing on the Tinder for the moment and making a phone call.

"Hiiiiiii, Grampa Rick!" she chirped in her sweetest (most desperate) voice. "Sooooo, I was just thiiiiinking, if maybe you couuuuld, can I please, please, please have access to your dimension database? Pretty please? I'll promise not to go poking around all your crap the next time I visit home if you do!"

"First off," Rick answered, burped, and then continued, "Summer, don't make promises I know you won't keep. And," another burp, "second, no, you can't use the dimension database hook up with various different versions of all your weird exes."

"What?" Summer's shock at being put on blast like that almost overrode the confused chuckle she offered in an attempt to cover it up. "No! Noooo, no. What...what makes you possibly think that? Don't be--"

"You're a bad liar, Summer," Rick cut her off, "and, also, the reading from that chip I implanted in you to monitor all of your vitals is telling me that your, uuuuughhhh," a disgusted burp, "sex pheromones are pretty much through the roof right now."

"That chip you what?"

"Oh, no, Summer, oh, look at the time! I'm due for leading a peasant uprising in the Haxion squadron of the Mmrefrenthor galaxy in, like, five minutes! I gotta go! Like, bummer, sweetie! Too bad!"

"Wait, no, Rick!"

But he was already gone, and, of course, any attempts to call him back after that just went straight to voicemail.

"That sick weird son of a bitch!"

But, hey! At least Summer wasn't thinking about sex for at least a little while now!

Today's Squishy Flavors
Oyster
Chocolate
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

The Park, Monday Afternoon

[my_own_advocate]

Was there something in the air? Lucifer could almost taste it on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't put a name to it. It seemed to float in through his nose, in small enough quantities that it didn't affect his celestial biology - which meant he couldn't place it.

He'd just picked up a chocolate coffee drink at the Perk, but the oddness of it made him so curious he opted for a walk. Through the park, occasionally sniffing the air, occasionally sipping his drink.

"Strange," he said.

Loud sip.

"...Ugh, I'm out of coffee already?!"

[[ open ]]

The Preserve, Monday Late Morning

[okteiviakom]

Octavia knew exactly what was happening. She'd already lived through this thing twice in the past, after all, and while by her memory this time the wave of restlessness was happening a little ahead of schedule, that didn't make it any less easy for her to recognize.

Which was why she'd hit the preserve, first thing. A hike through the woods and then target practice were a twitchy girl's best friends, after all. And so was trying to wear herself out with training, which she was stubborn enough to try again despite knowing from those last two times that it was, at best, a momentary reprieve. If even that.

But she was trying.

Which meant that while she usually liked to focus on her training with no extra distractions, she'd even set her phone out to play some Elliott Smith while she was at it, the more melancholy the better.

And sure, she still kept thinking about hands on ukulele strings. But as far as the mental images she'd already had this morning went - featuring hands or otherwise - it was at least an acceptable one. Or a manageable one. Something like that.

The throwing star she was working with kept missing the target.

[ooc: Post is open! Mmm, pollen.]

Monday: Covent Garden Flowers

[mylandmyrules]

The phone never stopped ringing and the orders kept coming and Nell started to wish she'd never heard of any such holiday as Valentine's Day. Who would have thought there could be this many orders on one little island? And it was only Monday!