Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [06/23].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

It had been a good weekend for Tisarwat. Even though Summer's space was completely different than her own version of space, actually being out in space, in a very social setting, partying, was just what she needed, and it had recharged her a little. It made her miss home terribly, of course, but it also came with a really good time and reminded her of how much she just liked being around people and getting to know them and Summer and her friends were a lot of fun and not too different from some of the friends she had before all that business with Mercy of Kalr went down, or even the group of friends she hung out with at Athoek Station...

Plus, the karaoke had lead to Summer and her Friends from Home giving Tisarwat a whole list of music recommendations, which gave her something to do at the shop that day, tracking down the music and listening to it, which was all very interesting and she did like most of it, but she had to admit, she was honestly not getting what all their excited hype over snake jazz was.

Maybe you sort of just had to be from Earth and/or a snake to really get it.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [06/23].

[white_oleander]

The box of drawings was back on the counter for Astrid's shift again ($5 each, or $2 with additional purchase), and she'd added a few more sketches of flowers to it, but, for the most part, the drawings being added to it today featured ladybugs, because there seemed to be quite a few of them hanging around in the shop that day. Not swarming or in any sort of alarming numbers, thankfully, but just...wherever Astrid looked, if you looked for more than two seconds, you'd see one ambling along, making its way around a petal or a leaf or down the side of a flower pot.

It made Astrid smile, a bittersweet sort of smile, as she remembered this one time, finding street peddler selling little plastic bubbles, the kind that held prizes from gumball machines, filled with ladybugs on the street. Astrid tried to avoid them at all costs, but Claire was too soft, she always stopped and gave them money, and then regretted it and cried over it later when they mistook her kindness for an invitation. But this one was actually offering something that Astrid found interesting. He was a small man, wiry, of indeterminate age, his face weathered, his black beard and long ponytail shot with gray. Unlike most street people, he didn’t seem drunk or insane, and she'd never seen anyone who sold ladybugs as a profession, so Astrid bought the ladybugs. He told her they were lucky. But, in the car, on the way back home, she watched them mill around in their little plastic prison and felt bad about their captivity, opened the tube and released them out the car window.

Throw it back, Claire had said once. It's so alive.

Astrid wondered what happened to those ladybugs. Probably nothing good. But, on that day, she liked to think that maybe these were those ladybugs, coming back to her after all that time.

Covent Garden is open!

Syndulla Scrap; Tuesday [06/23].

[howareyanow]

It looked like the bitey bits were eating good that day, as Wayne kept picking up plenty of scrap metal all rusted up, just as they liked it.

He was, however, going to make them work for it with some discipline exercises, which mostly involved a lot of running around, sitting, and obeying. There was a lot of work to go with these guys, but they were getting much better, and they would be well rewarded for their hard work.

Except for the one. There was one that was stubborn and wild in a way that had earned him pert'near an indefinite Time Out.

Syndulla Scrap is open!

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

So what had happened was, today's delivery had included a lot of fruit being delivered. Kitty had not ordered fruit. And yet she had to keep the fruit. So.

SPECIALS
FRUITY SUMMER DRINKS!!!

Would it last the week? Maybe they needed an Excuse For Fruity Drinks party.


[Open!]

Aaaaaaaallllllllllll over town, Tuesday afternoon

[thishouseishaunted]

So! Mae had made flyers! She was really proud of them. She had a big stack of copies she'd managed to make without giving into the temptation to photocopy her butt, and she was running all over town putting them up to make sure everyone had a chance to see them!

( Cut for image )

SATURDAY
BEACH
HELLA FOODS
COSTUMES
FIRE!
BEARS??

BE THERE

Some of the flyers definitely ended up pasted to roofs and windows and the tops of streetlights. But there were plenty at normal-people eye level, too. . . .

[open! Mae is definitely interruptable as she spreads the word of PARTY]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had been out on the mainland that morning to pick up some supplies, and well, along the way, he'd picked up something else, and after a nice, satisfying afternoon-- well.

"Everybody, meet Daisy," he called brightly, as the stately brunette sprawled herself over the piano with a microphone. "Daisy's normally a Marilyn Monroe impersonator, but she's agreed to leave the blonde wig at the door for this one."

Or left it somewhere in Lucifer's bedroom where they couldn't find it. Either way.

"I'll be in my room alone," she crooned. "Every post meridian
And I'll be with my diary
And that book by Mister Gideon. "

He smirked, laying his fingers over the keys. And played.

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