Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (8/14)

[notarockharpist]

Yasha had had some vague and confusing dreams about ... waterfalls? And flying? Not that she could actually remember a thing about said dreams, other than that she woke up confused, a little bit frustrated, and -- well, no, melancholy was a daily staple already.

She wasn't going to put too much thought into it, though; it wasn't as if there was much of anything concrete at all to work with as far as picking those dreams apart went, and anyway it looked like she was going to have to call up a supplier about a messed-up order sometime today, so ... a good chunk of time today would be devoted to figuring out what exactly she wanted to say, rehearsing it a few times, and then psyching herself up to pick up the phone.

The shop was open anyway, though, and Yasha might even be up to helping you.

[OOC: Hi I have been kermitflail.gif all evening? Shop/post pen, though, if SP due to [insert me screeching for approximately forever. Among reasons. ]

Syndulla Scrap; Friday [08/14].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer had definitely wound up on some sort of manic roller coaster of a week, and the ride was definitely not over yet. Because she had dedicated herself to the idea of doing some honestly overdue maintenence on the ship in the off chance that a cute boy (and she'd already built herself up to the idea that he probably wouldn't, because, ha ha, why would he??) might stop by to check it out.

Either way, she was there at the scrapyard where she kept the ship and had access to some of Hera's old tools, feeling super cute and cas by rocking the whole mechanic vibe (what? You think she was going to change the oil on her spaceship wearing white pants? Come on now), and getting all up under her ultra-modified and very, very bright pink (with pink and white flames on the side!) VCX-series auxiliary starfighter to get to work. Work that very quickly sucked her right in, especially since she made a goal for herself to try to do as much as possible without having to consult the manual (it had been a while) and it was actually a really nice distraction from....everything, to just have something in front of her that was logical and made sense, where pieces could be put together easily and everything was orderly and maybe she could do something to boost the speed next time, and oh wait! Since she didn't have to worry so much any more about being subtle (you know, subtle, in her ultra-pink spaceship), she should really look into reinstalling some guns on the front end of the ship to up the fighting power again, which meant eventually rolling out from under the ship to relocate to the front to have a look at the mounts to see what they were working with and wondering where she could get her hands on some nice frontal ship laser cannons...

Something lightweight, obviously, and then there was keeping in mind that she wanted to eventually add a some sort of portal port, which would clearly need to go here, but then she'd have to rework a little bit of the mechanics here...

And then the fact that she really only marginally knew what she was doing and was sort of just guessing...

But it was kind of nice, having her mind actually focusing on (relatively speaking) just one thing for a change.

[[ and it's open! ]]

Turtle & Canary; Friday [08/14[.

[white_oleander]

There were a few new postcards in the box, more stylized than realistic, renderings of the various falls and slips taken by the participants of the activty on Wednesday, kept generally vague and non-descript except in the minor details that you had to really look closely at (with, of course, exceptions: it was a bit harder to hide someone like Sidon or Freya in artful silhouette), but most of Astrid's attention today was going to be in the small stack of legal books she'd borrowed from the library.

They were dry and sometimes impenitrable and she wished she had better resources and a better sense of trust to just shove some money at someone and trust them to work out all the little details, but it was sometimes interesting read something and set it out and try to dissect it like a frog. Dissect it, and then try to take little pieces of her life and figure out how to fit them inside. And then contend with the fact that, while putting the pieces inside made for a pretty picture, would it actually work? Would the frog regain new life and begin to hop around, or was the frog just worse off than it had been before?

She hadn't written, in a while. Neither of them had. Was she lying there with her astral projections, waiting for Astrid's next move? Was she amassing her army of followers, her case for innocence with her new hot-shot lawyer, clutching a stack of literary journals with her newest, inspiring work? Or had she already just forgotten and moved on? Astrid? Who? My daughter? Haha no, you're mistaken, I don't have a daughter...

Slowly, quietly, Astrid turned the next page, and continued to read.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Lemon
Orange
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

The warehouse with the burn on the door- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

Rey was running slightly later than usual, having stopped to pick up milkshakes on the way. (This was going to be a thing this whole week.) And when she got there it actually felt a little too quiet, especially when she pulled up a crate to sit and wait.

It wasn't that she missed the presence of the woodchucks, but she worried about how if they weren't here, what were they throwing at someone else?


[Open!]

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Something about Liam seemed different today, and the Troopers were arguing amongst themselves, trying to figure out what it was.

"Well, he's still wearing all black. So it's not that," Calvin reasoned.

"Did he cut his hair?" Ralph wondered.

"Nah, I don't think so."

"Maybe highlights?"

"Doesn't seem on-brand."

Liam was definitely not going to tell them of the frosted tips phase he'd had in his second year.

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"How about some cliche piano classics tonight, eh?" Lucifer called, grinning.

He took a big sip of his drink, considered the people within the club, and started in on Piano Man.

The Devil was in a decent mood tonight, and the Nest was open.