Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [02/25].

[white_oleander]

Astrid was glad that there didn't seem to be a whole lot to do when she got in to work that day, just a few orders and the usual tending of the plants, though she was in a mood to neglect the oleanders. She didn't, but the thought had crossed her mind, and she made tea and she did her work, but mostly just so she could get it out of the way and just sit and draw in between the few customers who happened to wander in.

She felt like she was on a little bit of a kick, after all, after finishing the piece with her and Grog on their three-minute-date (which she'd yet to actually give him, and the longer she waited on it, the more she started to feel like maybe she shouldn't, because it was probably kind of lame), of working on muscles and forms and the interesting ways that bodies were put together. By the end of this phase, she'd probably have whole sketchbooks just filled with disembodied parts of random people or imaginary ones, to join other stacks of sketchbooks under her bed that, if anyone were to just sit and shift through, would probably think she was somewhat crazy.

Odds were, she probably was, anyway.

Covent Garden is open!

Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [02/25].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

If anything strange or unusual was happening in the shop that day, Tisarwat was actually unlikely to notice it. She settled behind the counter with her tea and her phone, and started doing some idle research on the place they were visiting for this semester's trip, which turned into pretty much falling into a deep research hole where one thing lead to another, and then another, and then another, until she almost forgot that she was at work unless someone came in and she dragged herself out of it and helped them with a distracted feeling of wanting to get back to her research. For a relatively small cluster of islands on a rather vast and expansive world, the Philippines had a very interesting and complicated history that was just sucking her right in and making her really eager to see the place in person...though she had a feeling that most of her peers weren't going to be going there looking forward to an exploration of political and historical turmoil like she might.

And she was hoping there'd be less boats this time, despite the whole islands aspect, because it would be nice to not just feel homesick and seasick all at once while on holiday.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Syndulla Scrap; Tuesday [02/25].

[howareyanow]

Wayne was squinting.

This, in and of itself, was nothing new or special, but he was squinting specifically at the perimeter fence around the scrapyard, which was distinctly different today than it had been in the past, as far as he could recollect.

It didn't look...terrible, he had to admit, but it was definitely there and there was a very big question of exactly how it got there and who had done it and why and where exactly did they get all those doors and why did one of those doors look like it had once had a giant axe hacked into it and was it a perminent fixture or was it just here for the day or the week or the month or whatever?

He figured there was no point in trying to answer those questions, because there weren't likely answers to those questions that existed, but he still couldn't help be curious and wanting to know. At least that last one, he'd figure he'd know the answer to when they got back from break to see if it was still there.

So he was squinting. At the fence around the scrapyard which was now made of doors, apparentleh, and squinting at the door-fence was just a little less disturbing than his other option of squinting at another travesty of automobile decor he'd unearthed when moving things from here to here.

Syndulla Scrap is open!

[[ and bookbeltof_love continues to be a goddamn beautiful inspiration ]]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Changing things up was good. Kitty was stuck in a bit of a rut, her regulars had... dwindled, it was time for something new, if only to keep herself entertained.

So, event night!


WHISKY TASTING TONIGHT
$10 gets you 5 samples from around the multiverse!
(Or here. Here's fine too)

She really wasn't sure that Fandom was a giant wine crowd.

The beach, Tuesday morning

[betterthanaplan]

Rey was back and she and Duke had settled things, which meant it was business as usual for beach yoga. Unless you thought too hard about the fact that it was the end of February and so far there'd only been one Tuesday cold enough for Duke to decide to move it indoors. That either meant that Duke was a cruel and merciless teacher, or that the environment was taking its revenge and slowly killing the human race.

Duke was trying not to think about either option. As far as he was concerned, this was because Maryland was south, and thus didn't get real winters.

Either way, he was doing some easy stretches while waiting for his usual student today, keeping an eye on the porgs and seeing which movements he could get them to mimic. They were down for any and all arm and leg raising. Bending over and twisting the torso were right out, though.

[open, though will be slow in the afternoon EST due to work training]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Some days, you woke up and you found yourself in a certain kind of mood...

... which was entirely why Lucifer was behind the piano on Tuesday night, really hamming his way through some Bowie classics. Loud voice ringing through the club, a grin on his face and a flourish on the keys.

Not a bad night for the stray audience of mainlanders and islandfolk in tonight.

[[ open after the ocd ]]