Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Tuesday [02/11].

[special_rabbit]

Funny thing about a week like this one when you had a reliable source of...erm, relief (matter of fact, hadn't a week like this one been what sort of started...erm, 'movie nights'?) and there were no incredibly distracting apprentices around. It actually wasn't...all that bad.

It was definitely far from good. Amaya sort of hated feeling like this so consistently; little blips here and there were fine, but this was so steady it just sort of made you feel like your whole body was trying to vibrate right off of your bones. And even though there was no distracting apprentices physically around right now, they were absolutely there mentally. Still, she'd be lying if she said this particular kind of energy wasn't exceptionally good for getting a lot of work done. Hot, sweaty, exhausting physical activity that required a lot of pounding and beating that would really wind up showing a long hard shaft who's boss?

Just what the apothecary ordered.

And a good way to spend her entire day, if not most of her week, if you asked her, and she didn't even put the Valentine's Special board out, because she'd rather not be interrupted if it could all be helped.

Almost thought about closing up the door, barring it and locking it, just to make sure she was uninterupted, but, well....while it was hardly the same satisfaction as handling a big, hefty sword, Amaya was not one to turn down the titilating thrill of business either!

The Forge is, somewhat regrettably, open!

Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [02/11].

[white_oleander]

Again, just like yesterday, Astrid had thought about just escaping with her own thoughts in the suspended reality that was just floating around the pool for hours and just skipping work, but then she figured....Valentine's Day as at the the end of the week, there were tons of orders, she would probably lose all the good credibility with her boss that she'd gained by being so compliant about the tea and the gloves by leaving them high and dry during one of their busiest times, and maybe working on the orders would be a good distraction.

And, again, just like yesterday, she'd regretted her choice. She supposed she could still back out, but she was already here, and so she might as well at least try to focus on some work so she didn't just lose her job or whatever over a week like this.

Try being the opperative word, because it was hard to make bouquets and arrangements of things like roses and carnations when almost all the flowers in the shop seemed to have transformed into clitoria, red calla lilies, hydnora Africana, and other such blooms.

And she knew...she just knew...working with them and trying to wrangle them into arrangements that didn't just look like a bouquet of private parts, she could already feel it, that this was going to lead her very much into what could only be considered her Georgia O'Keeffe phase as soon as she was out of here.

Covent Garden is open!

[[links are TECHNICALLY SFW, but, you know, nature's kind of a freak, y'all. ]]

Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [02/11].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

It was honestly a good thing that Tisarwat really never bothered doing much work while she was at her job, because it would have been absolutely impossible today. She was restless to begin with, especially over having stuck here for what usually wound up being long stretches of only a few NPC customers and Breq, when she really just wanted to be with other people, especially her classmates, she really had gotten into a bit of a social funk since she arrived, and she felt possessed with this overpowering energy to solve that. So she was thinking of a party, something where they could all get together, have some fun, she could finally bring out one of those bottles of very nice arrack she'd been saving for a special occasion, it would be perfect...

And she thought she could use her time at the music shop to start planning, but she felt her inspiration leading her in a different direction once she was there, no doubt helped along by the very thematic playlist that the stereo seemed to have in rotation that day. Maybe it was just the class they had on it recently, maybe it was something else entirely, but Tisarwat was inspired to write all sorts of poems (well, not all sorts, they were really just the one sort) about a good deal of the people she knew here.

Most of them were about hands. She was definitely turning around on the whole hand thing these past few days. And the poems were probably getting way too weird about it, but, hey, they were the ones running around with their bare hands out all the time, what do you expect a young, impressionable Radchaai like herself to do about it?

Groovy Tunes is open!

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

This week was much different with a fifteen-month-old than it used to be, and yet Kitty would still rather be at home than here. There were Three Minute Date flyers all around, Tino had gotten here early and had left a book of dirty-named drinks on the bar to serve as a menu, and if you've never heard a suggestive song played by a zombie band, well, tonight was your night.

Though at the first chords of "Hot in Herre" Kitty looked at Tino and said, "Do it and you're fired."

He did not take off all his clothes. No matter how hot it got in herre.

Fandom Post Office, February 11 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

Éponine supposed it wasn't that much of a surprise, really, that Fandom would choose to have one of these weeks right when she was in the middle of the unique sort of headache that came with this particular holiday delivery rush.

She was used to it, though, and on her breaks she'd slip into the break room and take a swig or two from the bottle she'd brought from home for just this reason. It helped, somewhat.

With the effects of the pollen, anyway. It didn't do anything about the people who kept asking if the thing they'd decided to wait until today to mail out would arrive by Friday three dimensions away.

[OOC: Post/office open! Likely SP until the cows come home, etc.]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

So Lucifer had spent last night - and most of this morning - in a hotel bed in Baltimore with Seivarden and an extremely enthusiastic couple with formidable stamina. Then he'd spent most of the afternoon sleeping off the previous night - and woke up to the sense that whatever was in the air on the island... was still there.

And so his arrival to the Devil's Nest came accompanied by an incredibly good mood.

He settled behind the piano, hit the keys, leaned towards the microphone, and. Well. Today was not going to be a PG-13 rated musical night, to put it mildly.

[[ open! ]]

The beach, Tuesday morning

[betterthanaplan]

There was a whole school of yoga practitioners who believed that yoga could be better than -- or at least as satisfying as -- sex. Duke had never been one of them, but this morning he was perfectly happy to try.

It'd been a long night last night, and it was only Tuesday. Octavia said this stuff usually lasted a week.

The pose he was working towards today didn't look especially complex, but it was one of the most difficult he knew. It would take all his focus and composure --

He dropped back out of his handstand with a curse. Focus and composure were not especially easy for him right now, after all.

[beach yoga is open as usual!]

Sabine's warehouse- Tuesday afternoonish

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Part of the reason this week was hard for Sabine was it tended to mess with her usual artistic outlet. Not even the way you'd think- it was mostly that her work came out unfocused and chaotic, and it wasn't something she wanted to look back on afterwards, so she never kept it. Instead, she dedicated her time to other creative endeavors, such as shooting things, and blowing other things up.

Today she had Astrid with her, too, for some catharsis and maybe some roomie bonding time that they hadn't had since she'd come back.

"Have you been in here before?" Sabine asked, opening the door with the orange firebird on it.


[For the roomie!]