Fandom Post Office, March 10 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

Really, now, Éponine knew better than to be fooled by everything in the post office being quiet and uneventful when she got there and started getting everything set up to open. It was just a matter of how long it would be until she discovered the oddity of the day.

So she was not in the least bit surprised to discover that every time someone opened one of the mailboxes, whether it was her sorting people's mail into them or customers coming in to pick up the contents of their PO boxes, rock songs covered on bagpipes would start playing.

She couldn't say she minded, really.

So yes, the post office was open, if a bit ... all right, very loud today.

[OOC: Apparently it is International Bagpipe Day? In the process of finding something for this post I came across a dubstep cover of Star Wars music performed by an Indian woman with lightsabers strapped to her bagpipes and I am sharing it in part because I just typed that sentence and that sentence was magical.]

Syndulla Scrap; Tuesday [03/10].

[howareyanow]

It was just another typical day for Wayne at the job he kept going to even if he wasn't sure it was a job anymore, but that was fine because it gave him something to do and he was always happier when he had something to do, and that included taking care of the bitey bits and pursuing the endless task of moving things from here to here and occasionally uncovering something useful.

But, mostleh, just uncovering things that were terrible.

Including things that needed to be covered (NSFW-ish link!) post haste.

Was Wayne scrounging around for some sort of clothing in all this junk and scrap right now? That's a Texas-size 10-4.

Would the butt table be clad in some very fashionable denim cut-off shorts by the end of the day? Only if they were lucky!

Syndulla Scrap is open!

Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [03/10].

[white_oleander]

Astrid wasn't entirely sure how it got started; maybe she had paused for a moment on one of her sketches from the trip on her way to a fresh page to draw on today, and that's what got their attention, but she noticed that the flowers seemed particularly interested in her work that day. It might have all been in her head...the way the flowers here seemed to have a consciousness all their own sometimes made her wonder if she was still traipsing that thin line toward madness...but they did seem actively engaged. But only when she was on a page that featured some of her drawings of the flora of the island, not so much anything else.

So she decided she'd spend her time at the shop today entertaining flowers that seemed to crane in closer to look at sketches of other flowers and trees and the thick tangles of jungle, telling them stories about what she knew about those particular subjects, while the more tropical plants in the store itself preened a bit with pride.

It meant she wasn't getting any new drawing done today, but that was fine. It was easier talking to plants than it was talking to people, and wasn't it supposed to help them grow, anyway?

Covent Garden is open!

Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [03/10].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

When Tisarwat got back from a trip like that, she tended to use the next day at the music shop to look into what they had available for music of that region. This time was no exception, although she found that the stereo (she really needed to look into what sort of AI system it might have, because it clearly had a mind of its own) had chosen to switch (sometimes erratically and nonsensically) between stringed instrumental folk music and poppy love ballads.

It was a little jarring, to say the least, but Tisarwat tried to balance it by just enjoying the traditional stuff, and then listening closely to the poppy stuff to see if there was anything she might remember from all the dance parties and clubs, and was proud to say that she thought she recognized at least a few!

Groovy Tunes is open!

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Sometimes you played music for the mood you had, and sometimes you played music to stave off a mood you anticipated. It had been two days since coming back from Boracay, and Lucifer had no intention of falling back into his earlier funk.

So merry, upbeat piano-only takes on Adele songs, it was!

MISS THE HOLIDAYS?
HALF-PRICE ON TROPICAL COCKTAILS

The Devil's Nest was open.

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty was tired, and both wanted a chill night and for people to keep her entertained.

What she got was Tino attempting to stack glasses on top of each other to pour, which had a couple near-disastrous results before Kitty just took over for him. "Let me show you. My day does not need to include cleaning glass."

Specials: whatever's in these glasses!


[Open!]

The beach, Tuesday morning

[betterthanaplan]

Duke was getting extra-mobbed by porgs this morning as he set up on the beach. Polly had followed him all the way from the Rouge, and by the time they made it to the usual spot for yoga, he had a whole parade of fellow porgs tripping along trying to see what all the fuss was about.

Duke watched them spill onto the sand with a shake of his head. "Like my own second line. Guess you all really didn't just miss the boat."

He'd never been popular with birds before. It was very, very weird.

[open!]