Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (8/7)

[notarockharpist]

Among the deliveries that had arrived this morning were several bunches of lobelia, some clusters of nemesia, and some delphiniums: those, as it turned out, were the ones Yasha was particularly drawn to.

And now that the tea was made and the usual morning chores were done, Yasha was settled behind the counter with a vase and some wire and an assortment of small, delicate flowers in blue and white. Her book on etiquette was laid out on the counter beside her, a few of each of those flowers now being pressed between its pages, and she was entirely lost in the process of arranging them in whichever way struck her fancy. It wasn't a particularly planned-out arrangement; she was just winging the whole thing, really. And occasionally braiding one or two less-than-suitable blossoms into her own hair.

It would be a bit of a stretch to say she seemed happy, or even content, but ... she was peacefully enthralled.

[OOC: Open! Also, I have once again been bludgeoned with ample Thursday Night Yasha Feels and LOOK AT ME UGLY CRYING FOREVER NOW.

Rey's warehouse (even if she won't say it out loud)- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

While Rey was worried about Duke, thanks to relentless optimism and reasons to keep herself distracted, she was doing okay. She didn't know if she just knew things would be okay or if she was leaning on repression and as it turned out, she didn't really care. It'd all be fine.

However, the need for distraction had also meant that she'd almost entirely missed the fact that she'd officially been back here for a full year (364 days, give or take the days she'd been at home). The weird part was that what felt like a milestone to her wouldn't be one to anyone else; it'd only been a few months back home. She'd known Finn for a year but he'd known her for less, there was no need to check in on Leia any more then she would normally, but she'd been working towards becoming a Jedi for a year. She'd had an unwanted bond with another person for a year. She at least hadn't been tortured for a year?

So she was marking this vague anniversary in a warehouse she'd borrowed and had never had an opportunity to give back, and making a deal with the woodchucks that they were free to do their thing right up until she said stop, and then she started running the course from the opposite end that she normally did, which seemed to throw them off more than it did her while still presenting a challenge.

She'd gotten smarter in a year, too.


[Open!]

Turtle & Canary; Friday [08/07].

[white_oleander]

Astrid really wanted to just be back in her room that day, continuing the work on her newest wall mural, but she figured it wouldn't be a great look of her to pick up a job, work one shift, and then already starting skipping. And it wasn't like the mural wouldn't be there for her when she finished for the day.

Well. The mural would probably still be there for her when she got out; you couldn't really guarantee anything like that around here, though.

But at least she could make little postcard sketches of the scenes and details when she was in between customers and updating signs, indulging in a Squishy as she did so, because it seemed to annoy Apu somehow that she would actually be so bold as to take advantage of one of the benefits afforded to her by working here, while adding at least one Disapproving Apu postcard to the box.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Strawberry Basil
Raspberry Chipotle
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer came to his set a bit late, content to let the music run in the background for a bit (and equally content to spend that time moving plants back into the axe range).

When he finally settled behind the piano, it was not, he had to stress, for 'sad piano songs'. Frankly, that comment kind of irked him.

So you got some almost-merry-sounding British pop tonight. And no singing to make it depressing. Enjoy.

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Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Everything was soup today.

Well, no, not everything. But every drawer was filled with soup. At least it was instead of what was normally supposed to be in there and not in addition to, because Liam really didn't relish having to come in tomorrow and decipher a bunch of soggy, soup-stained paperwork.