Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [05/05].

[white_oleander]

Maybe it was the little jam session she'd had, painting her wall based on the different burbles and bleats and bubbling sounds that Foomy made when he told her stories, or maybe it was just the fact that she'd finally gotten something different on the wall, but Astrid surprised herself that day by actually coming into work this week. Only a few days ago, she was dreading it and the inevitable Mothers Day orders that they were likely drowning in, but she'd been sparked by inspiration, and so she was actually going to focus on making some arrangements.

For herself, mostly, and then she'd get to the orders, but she decided she did want to send something. Big, fat white lilies, laced with sprigs of rosemary and cloves like the undernotes of L'Air du Temps, to be sent (anonymously) to Claire's family in Connecticut (she had a wild idea, for a moment, of delivering them personally, since she was out here on the east coast, but there was more of a time issue with that rather than distance) for her spot in the mausoleum. And for Ron, oleanders. He wouldn't understand, he never did, but that only convinced her that she had to do it.

And then she started working on something for Ingrid, which she'd told herself she wasn't going to do. But after the others, she couldn't quell the small panic that clutched her chest of what her mother would say or do if she found out that she'd sent Claire flowers for Mothers Day, but not her, despite the fact that she'd rail on and on about the commerialization of it and how absurd it all was. Damned if she did, damned if she didn't, like always, but there was a level of safety in the damnation that went with 'just in case'.

And so there were flowers for Ingrid, too. Violets and orchids and honeysuckle. And oleander. Always, always oleander.

Covent Garden is open!

Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [05/05].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat had said that, if she was going to move out of the dorms now that she'd graduated, she'd rather do it sooner rather than later, even if she knew she could actually stay in the dorms for the summer, if she wanted. But it just felt like idle time, at that point, like sitting around, waiting for an eventual thing to happen, and she needed to do the opposite of that. The sooner she got settled in with Breq, the sooner she could really focus on getting to work, without the distraction of her friends and the fact that she'd still have to move.

So she brought her stuff with her when she came into work that day, since the apartment was just downstairs, and she'd move it down after her shift. It wasn't a whole lot of stuff, just her trunk and her fish and her teaset and a suitcase, the same things she'd had with her when she'd gotten here, with just a few more gloves and a lot less tea. It felt a little sad that she hadn't somehow collected more things in her time as a students at Fandom High, but, at the same time, she found an odd sort of encouragement in it. Like she knew, through the months, that this was only temporary, this was just a pause, there was no point in getting too comfortable, too settled....

At least, she hoped that would be the case.

Especially when the stereo seemed to be fighting her today, switching all her attempts to pump chill, mellow music into the store with some obnoxiously bouncy pop stuff that she would have liked on any other day, but she was trying to be introspective and serious today!

Groovy Tunes is open!

Syndulla Scrap; Tuesday [05/05].

[howareyanow]

Oh, sure, Wayne was on board with taking care of the pups over at Furnado now that Prompto and Sidon shipped off, but there were still bitey bits that needed taking care of in the scrapyard, too, as well as a snowmobile that needed to be turned into a jetski somehow. He still wasn't sure how he was going to pull that one off, but that didn't prevent him from trying! Especially right now, when there weren't any classes and his already amped up restless feelings were made worse because there was even less to do than usual right now.

He did, too, pursue a small bit of pickin', of moving things from here to here, but he regretted it very quickly when, almost as if to not want Nina to be disappointed in her radio broadcast tomorrow morning, he managed to uncover something that raised so many questions that he just wasn't sure he'd ever want answered.

Syndulla Scrap is open!

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty took the summers off of teaching, which meant she was going to have more free time, and with new people on the island maybe she should think about more events to throw to get people out. So when she had down time, she was writing a list of ideas.

Well, most ideas.

"Stop suggesting things," Kitty told Tino. "Getting sued is not on my summer bucket list."


[Open!]

The beach, Tuesday morning

[betterthanaplan]

As far as Duke knew, everything was right and fine in his world. He was going to get to teach the class he'd chosen this summer (he would be very disappointed to learn about the ungulates), his relationship with his roommate was unchanged (this was technically true! since she'd erased his memories several times by now), and he and Octavia were as solid as ever (why even include this on the list?). So he was in a great mood when he showed up for beach yoga this morning, despite the fact that he was going to ask Rey about rescheduling, since his yoga class for the school was going to be on Tuesday mornings as well.

It was a perfectly lovely day. The ocean was just rough enough to be interesting, the porgs were gamboling happily in the sand, and Duke's muscles burned pleasantly through his warm-up stretch. Really, he hadn't been quite this content in a long, long time.

[yes, I'm evil. Open! The thread with Danny will be chronologically the last.]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Last week, Lucifer might have been diverted from opening up the club. He would not be stopped this time!

... Nobody tried, so that made it easy. Though as he sat down behind the piano, he felt a tad wistful. It had only been a few years ago that Maze would've likely sat on the piano and mocked him with her bored drawl.

Now it was just another ghost of Los Angeles clinging to him. He sighed, stretched his fingers over the keys, and played the opening notes of a pop tune that he hadn't been able to get out of his head.

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