Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [03/24].

[white_oleander]

Astrid was hoping for a mostly quiet day at the flower shop, one where hopefully, if the plants were acting up, they were doing so in a mild way that wasn't too distracting. She just wanted to draw today. Chasing an
indigo line of oil pastel on violet paper with a whispery silver. It was a boat, a dark canoe, on the shore of a moonless sea. There was no one in the boat, no oars, no sail.

It made Astrid think of the sunless seas of Kublai Khan and also of her mother’s Vikings sending their dead out on boats.

She blew on her hands, rubbed them together, feeling oddly cold that day, too, attempting to bury her hands as best she could in the too-short sleeves of a sweater that was a bit too small for her lanky frame, while still keeping them free enough to work. It used to fit, this sweater, but her body was still stretching itself out, it seemed, and she was worried that all of her other rich orphan girl clothes from Fred Segal and Barney's New York would follow suite. Maybe for the best. What did she need with French blue tweed jackets, Betsey Johnson halter dresses, Myrna Loy pajamas? A two-hundred dollar Jessica McClintock dress? Roast-goose-with-chest-nuts, Puccini at the Music Center, gold rims on china clothes...

She kept at the drawings of boats, no oars, no sails, adrift in the vast ocean beneath a dark, endless sky.

Covent Garden is open!

[[ and cribbed slightly from some of White Oleander's text <3 ]]

Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [03/24].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat had been feeling particularly quiet these days, and so she had to wonder if the stereo's insistance on playing a lot of loud, clashing, boisterious heavy metal music was its attempt to push her out of it or if it was just being ironic. At first, she was thinking it was going to be terrible for her current headache, but, the more it went on, the more she almost felt like she kind of liked it and it wasn't really that bad.

Musically, anyway. It was still absolutely awful for her headache.

But thankfully there was tea to help with that, and tea could help with almost anything.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Syndulla Scrap; Tuesday [03/24].

[howareyanow]

Today was Wayne's birthday.

Now, he and Katy'd never really been allowed to have birthday parties or anything when he was growing up (instead, they just went hog wild for Dary's every year), so his birthday was never really anything to go and make a fuss about. It was just another day, really, another day where you got up, you put on your pants one leg at a time, you checked yer hockeyfights.com, you had some breakfast to get things going, and you went to work.

Even if Wayne wasn't really sure this was still work in a certain sense, but it was something to do, and that was all he could really ask for, moving things from here to here, with at least a few interruptions for a call from Dary and a little facetiming with Katy, who spent most of it pouting at him for not really doing anything special for it, even though they never did anything special for it. It just felt a bit...weird, is all, doing something special for it now, considering...

He'd just have to make sure to snag a portal home fer when Dary's came up again.

[[y'wanna know what? When canon doesn't give you an actual birthday but does give you a reason why there ain't no reason to get excited over a birthday, might as well give your character your own birthday on a whim! ....and then wait to be jossed in the next season.]]

Fandom Post Office, March 24 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

Sometimes it just felt like the sort of day where you had to bring your cat to work, and today was one of those days. But then, some days were the kinds of days where cats decided to demand all of your attention, instead of just being content to ignore you until mealtime, and it was not terribly convenient when those two sorts of days overlapped.

Éponine had been trying to get a couple of trays of mail sorted out, but it was extremely slow going when Alouette kept climbing into her lap and loudly demanding to be petted.

"Can't you wait just a little bit?" she asked, even though she knew perfectly well it was pointless to try. "I'll even get you some nice treats, maybe even a nice fresh fish, how's that?"

Alouette just yowled louder and started butting her head into the palm of Éponine's hand until she had to put the envelopes that she was holding down before they scattered everywhere.

"Right, have it your way then."

Which, evidently, suited the cat just fine.

[OOC: AKA me trying for the past half hour to get this posted. Open, though I'll be AFK for a chunk of the afternoon.]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

It was margarita night!

Kitty didn't actually plan on this. It's just that when she got there the ingredients were all set up on the bar, and when life gives you, um, limes, make margaritas? Look, she was running with it.

SPECIALS
HALF OFF MARGARITAS


[Open! Working from home is killing me.]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me. Speaking words of wisdom, let it be..."

It wasn't the first time this one rang through the Devil's Nest on a Tuesday, but-- honestly-- sometimes there was a time and a place and the music just needed to be what it was.

The gremlin big band was still in the house, backing him up.

"And in my hour of darkness, she is standing right in front of me: speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Let it be, let it be..."

The Devil's Nest was open, and the devil was at the piano.