The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Ah, to spend a full Sunday in a major metropolis surrounded by pretty people. And then to spend a full Monday sleeping off the pollen and living off of delivery Thai. There were certainly worse ways to spend a few days and work off a minor breakdown.

But now it was Tuesday, and clubs needed to be opened. (Okay, they didn't necessarily need to be opened, but he was there opening them anyway.)

The atmosphere at the Devil's Nest was appropriately relaxed, with Lucifer alternating between playing upbeat tunes at the piano and sipping red wine at the bar. It felt like a red wine kind of evening - you know, pleasantly soused.

The Devil's Nest was open.

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty had gotten a couple days away, which was a giant help, and it was an even better help to come back and not immediately have her brain doused in sexy allergy fog.

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Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [02/18].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat may have joked with Lana about hangovers being Amaat's will as punishment for her debauchery last week, but this week, as the influence of whatever was in the air that had definitely gotten into her system abruptly faded, she was starting to wonder if there might not be some truth to that. Her body, which had never been good with sudden changes or shifts in atmosphere, was not taking the change between weeks very well at all. It was like a hormonal, emotional, and physical whiplash, a sort of withdrawl from the high that the pollen (and all those palms) had given her.

It made her glad that she didn't have any classes on Monday, but she still wasn't quite recovered today. Still, she was going to just cling to her tea and try to go about her day as normally as she could, cursing yet again the state of medical technology on this planet and her desire to not just lean on her friends who could heal too much.

And she was definitely cursing the stereo, too, which seemed to have a faulty volume knob, because whenever she turned it down, a few minutes later, it just seemed to steady get louder and louder anyway...

Groovy Tunes is open!

Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [02/18].

[white_oleander]

Things seemed to be winding back down to normal, which was good, it helped Astrid feel slightly less adrift in the world, though she never really expected to feel anchored in any way, shape, or form anymore. Still, the amount of suggestive-looking flowers had gone down severely in the shop by now, it seemed, and there were no longer any Valentine's Day orders to boggle them all down with work, which meant that Astrid planned to take advantage of a lot of free time at the shop today by cracking open some of the anatomy books she'd borrowed from the library to practice her work on musculature and the physical form.

Look, she wanted to get it right, and she didn't do a whole lot of body work in her art; if she drew people, she usually focused on faces, things like that. So, outside of just asking Grog to pose for her, which would ruin the surprise, this was the next best thing to getting the piece right.

She really wished she could figure out if she was dedicating so much attention to this little project that was just a casual mention in a brief conversation just because it gave her something to focus on or if there was some other underlying drive to do it, but she couldn't. And she supposed it ultimately shouldn't matter, but it really made her wonder...

Either way, Covent Garden is open!

Syndulla Scrap; Tuesday [02/18].

[howareyanow]

When Wayne got to work (or, more appropriateleh, when Wayne got to that place he went where he nearly every week went at a specific time to do things to keep himself busy because he hated being idle and not having chores) that day, he set right to it, moving things from here to here, checking on the bitey bits, the snowmobile, and began picking his way through the somehow endless piles of scrap to work through, trying to piece out salvagable items and throw the worst stuff to the bitey bits or the incinerator.

Waiting for that inevitable moment when he unearthed something truly horrific and offensive.

So far, though, so good. Until he managed to dig out what looked like the body of a car that seemed fairly normal (suspiciously so) at first, until he went and got himself a closer look.

"...now that just ain't right," he murmured, wondering how difficult it would be to manuever a whole vehicle into the incinerator.

Syndulla Scrap is open!

The beach, Tuesday morning

[betterthanaplan]

So. Duke and Rey hadn't exactly left things on the best of terms last week. Which was why, for all that he could really use some good stretching after last week, he was mostly brooding meditating this morning while he waited for Rey to arrive.

Or, you know, waited to see if Rey was even coming.

With the added clarity that came from his brain not being flooded with sex hormones, he was starting to see why Rey had been so pissed. And while he was still annoyed on his own part -- he didn't enjoy being blamed for not noticing her attraction when she hadn't exactly made any effort to let him know -- he was more irritated with himself for potentially fucking up another friendship.

He didn't exactly have a lot of those to spare.

[beach yoga is open! If mopier than usual ;D]