Trooper Station; Monday [02/17].

[died8yearsago]

Rosa was spending most of her time at the trooper station that Monday leaned back in her chair, feet up on her desk, absolutely not sleeping, she was just resting her eyes...

Okay, she was totally sleeping. She had not gotten a lot of sleep this past week. She sort of needed to do some catch-up, and there probably wasn't enough coffee in the world to keep her up right now.

She did, however, make sure to drop a nice subtle reminder that she was literally surrounded by knives right now and was an incredibly light sleeper when she needed to be, in case any of the troopers were feeling slightly suicidal enough to even think about messing with her.

Which meant that, yes, she was aware that the phone was ringing, and, yes, you could answer it your damn self, Ralph. It was almost guaranteed to be Bee Lady going on about what last week did to her poor bees, as if they could do anything about nature.

[[ and it's open! ]]

Turtle & Canary; Monday [02/17].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer was in a great mood when she made her way into the shop that morning. She really probably shouldn't be, but she was.

And she was likely to actually maintain that good mood, because there was so much to do that day that things like thoughts and regrets and justifications weren't likely to catch up with her any time soon. In addition to the usual orders, she and Apu had to gather up all the remaining Valentine's Day merch and shove it all up front and discount it majorly so they could start getting rid of all that pink and red and replacing it with green, and somehow they'd wound up with a giant pallet of CLARGlite soda ("The only mloorp with double gloorp!") that Summer wasn't entirely sure what to do with. She immediately recognized it, of course, as the official mloorp of the Ball Fondlers movie franchise, but she knew that it didn't exactly have the same popularity in this dimension as it did in others, so it could be a real hit or miss.

Only way to know for sure was to pop it on the shelves and see if it sold, she supposed, and maybe crack open one for herself in the meantime.

Welcome to Turtle & Canary!
75% off All Valentine's Day Merchandise AND CHOCOLATE!
Seriously, get this crap out of here!

Today's Squishy Flavor
Cabbage
Café au Lait
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Atlas Gym, Monday (2/17)

[notallbluemonks]

Was Beau in a pretty damn good mood when she showed up at work this morning? Yep, and it apparently unnerved a couple of the early regulars, because they were giving her a pretty wide berth. Not like she cared, but to be fair, yeah, it probably was kind of unnerving. Sure. She'd give them that.

It was kind of nice, honestly, to be able to throw herself into her usual maniacal exercise routine and not end up -- well, more worked up than usual, because that was inevitable to an extent.

Whenever she didn't have to help someone, she was working on her Step of the Wind technique some more. Today, that largely consisted of her running through the parkour course, like usual, just with occasional bursts of speed that almost -- not quite, but almost -- made it seem like she'd almost just blinked from one place to another. She doubted she'd ever actually be able to do that, but it'd be cool to just fine-tune making it look like she could.

Good thing she did have to stop and help people sometimes, though, because there was only so much she could channel her ki to pull it off without getting tired, and then she'd need to just chill for an hour or so before she could do it again. Hopefully with more practice and conditioning, that'd improve, too.

[OOC: Lol you know, it helps to hit post, self. Open gym/post, though I'll be in and out attempting to use what's left of my day off to do errands and shit.]

The Beach Near The Lighthouse, Monday Afternoon

[outofherdepths]

Yesterday, Larceny had woken up wanting to die. Her head had hurt, her stomach had hurt - even her hair had hurt. She hadn't even wanted to eat, she'd been so miserable. She'd spent some time in the sad room - without the water, thank you - being sad and throwing up. Now she knew what 'hugging the toilet' meant and she couldn't even be happy about learning something because it was NOT A HAPPY THING.

There was only one way to handle feeling like this.

Late last night when Duke and Octavia weren't around, she had slipped over the edge of the Rouge and into the icy waters of the Bay. It wasn't comfortable, but her head felt immediately better. All of her felt immediately better. Here, she wasn't stupid for not knowing words or being confused by the weird things people did. Here, she was fully in her element. The fish showed proper respect, fleeing at her approach. A dolphin wanted to play and laughed when she tossed an empty turtle shell for him to fetch. A piece of kelp tied her hair back while she inspected a bloom of algae to make sure it was healthy.

See? She knew plenty of things! They just weren't Googles and wolves and how to read a piece of paper or use a fork or why red drinks were bad for you.

She'd slept below the waves, curled up in a bed of eelgrass, and woke up this afternoon feeling much refreshed. And after slowly making her way back to the island (motivated mostly by hunger, after a truly unsatisfactory meal of blue crabs), she pulled herself up onto the shore by the lighthouse, waiting to dry off enough to be able to form her legs again.

Oh. She probably should have found a way to bring clothing with her. Oops.

[Open for anyone who wants to spot a very human-looking Larceny! Squirrels, it's okay to mention seeing Larceny come out of the water, but please no mention of the 'mermaid' part.]