Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [06/09].

[white_oleander]

Astrid had spent more of her morning feeling a bit nervous yet proud yet also dreading the fact that, after her class and before she headed into work, she'd be stopping by the post office to drop that letter, that cut-up poetry, in the mail to send to Ingrid, shipping her own words right back to her. She should have just done it first thing in the morning; it wasn't like she didn't have the time, which meant that the letter weighed like an anchor on her heart, settling in the pit of her stomach, making her doubt herself and second guess whether it was ridiculous or stupid or...

No. She had to do it. She would send it to Ingrid, it was well overdue for her to know how Astrid felt, and the only way she would ever hear was if it was in her own words. Ingrid didn't care about the words of others, but if Astrid used Ingrid's own words, then maybe...just maybe...she would listen.

She was hoping that dropping off the letter would lift the dread from her shoulders, but it honestly made things worse, now that there was no turning back. But it also strengthened her. There was no turning back. This was it. Only forward from now.

She took to fussing over the tea and fussing over trimming in a way to attempt to distract herself, but it wasn't working. And the poor orchid with its guitar seemed to want to help by playing for her, but he started playing "Sisters of Mercy" and she winced.

"No," she said, softly, but firmly, shaking her head at the orchid. "No Cohen."

So it went quiet for a moment, as if it was thinking, before it started plucking the tune of something else that Astrid didn't recognize, probably something from well after her time, but she liked it, so she nodded her approval and got back to work. It was much more suited to the orchid's own style, anyway.

Covent Garden is open!

Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [06/09].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat must have caught some sort of bug over the weekend, which only provided another example of how poorly suited she felt to this planet as a whole.

Although, really, if she was honest with herself, she wasn't exactly well-suited for space travel, either, considering how many times she'd almost gotten sick in a null-g suit or a capsule.

What she was suited for, though, as much as she hated to admit it these days, was sitting behind a counter with a mug of tea, not doing much except for the most rote and repeatative of administrative tasks or handling with occasional customer transation here and there. And that's what she was doing, now that she was feeling a little bit better, trying not to think abou the fact that she'd probably be doing this, but back home and in some official beaurocratic capacity, if it weren't for everything that happened...

And there were some days when she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

That Tisarwat, she realized, would have only been thinking about what she'd be doing for the weekend as she smiled and handed a customer a small bag of CDs and guitar picks. This Tisarwat was thinking she really, really needed to do something that weekend...as long as the planet didn't get in her way and give her another fun little bug to deal with instead.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Syndulla Scrap; Tuesday [06/09].

[howareyanow]

Wayne always did enjoy just pickin' through things at the scrapyard, even if it meant unveiling some truly terrible things, like today's parade of taxidermied rats dressed up like clowns, but, at least lately, he felt like he had some sort of goal or purpose to it other than just moving things from here to here, because now he could just be on the lookout for things that seemed they could make good props for the terrible movie they had to make for that one class that he still didn't understand what he was doing in.

He still felt something like a revolutionary new way to farm skel was a much more interesting plot than just a bunch of weapons that blew up (though he could see the appeal), but if they were going to just blow up weapons, well...best have plenty of weapons to blow up.

And then he got to thinking....mebbe he could finally put that snowmobile to good use somehow?

There seemed potential there, anywhey....

Syndulla Scrap is open!

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

The zombie drummer had no arms today. They'd apparently just fallen off somewhere- and Kitty had sent Tino on a mission to find out where- and the entertainment today was definitely watching him try to play anyway.

SPECIALS
ONE FREE SHOT
ALSO EARPLUGS

Just because it was entertaining for Kitty didn't mean anyone else would think the same.


[Trying to figure out my schedule again. Open!]

The Park, Tuesday Afternoon

[1000yearstoolate]

Issa wasn't in a tree. Issa was under a bush close to the pond, tail whipping back and forth as she watched the ducks.

This meant Seivarden could relax on a nearby bench, sipping her tea and swiping through her instagram feed, occasionally letting out an amused snort and liking something.

[Open]

The Perk- Tuesday evening

[fates_jaye]

You know where Jaye hadn't spent a lot of time lately? The Perk. So why not sit for a while and judge all the new drinks they had since she'd last been here?

At least that'd been the plan. That was before she kept hearing muffled talking from her purse and shoved it under the table so she could kick it to try and get the lion to stop talking. She didn't want to know. She really didn't.


[Somehow I haven't done anything with this yet. Open!]