Turtle & Canary; Wednesday [08/19].

[sake_shinigami]

Shunsui hadn't slept very well last night at all, which for him...a man who very occasionally would sleep in the middle of an active battlefield to make it more convincing that he was unconcious and therefor clearly couldn't fight...was a little...troubling. It didn't help that part of it was due to these vague glimpses of Jūshirō, here and there. Had he taken a turn for the worse? Was something happening back in the Soul Society again? He almost wondered if he should go home and check, but that ran the risk of being sucked into whatever might be happening, and...uggghhh....

And Katen weeping. Kyōkotsu just staring with that one cold, unforgiving blue eye....

If something was going on back home, it would probably be big, and therefor not anything Shunsui wanted to deal with. Though wanting to deal with it was never of any consequence.

It left his feeling disconnected and concerned, but trying not to think about it, hoping the usual naps at T&C that day would help. But, of course, Apu-san was going on and on about something, having to do with curbs and complaining about Summer-chan, to the point where a very actually sleepy Shunsui just lifted a hand to quiet him down before asking, "Is there anything about this that involves me actually doing anything, Apu-san?"

And when the answer was no, not really, Shunsui breathed out a grateful sigh and said, "Then I don't care. Do whatever you want."

So curb-side pick-up was back on the menu, boys!

Today's Squishy Flavors
Potato
Cupcake
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Caritas; Wednesday [08/19].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Well, Summer slept like crap last night, something she could only attribute to having her extreme-mega-cocktail of trauma stirred up a little on her date yesterday. But not, like, in a bad way, or anything! It was just kind of inevitable in most things she did that involved actually getting to know and connect with other people, so she didn't think much of it. Besides, she felt really good about it overall barring any sudden twists in SP, and now there was going to be a party.

So she was feeling pretty good about things right now as she get things set up and ready for the evening and really hoped these girls didn't let her down. But it involved Eleanor and there were shrimp shots again, so she wasn't too worried about it.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!
Mango Shrimp
Sparkly Champagne Hearts with GLITTER!

First One Free to All Wednesday Activity Participants!


Caritas was open!

[[ and the OCD is up! Yeah! We did it! ]]

Fandom Trooper Station, Wednesday

[hatesparadise]

Well, Danny hadn't particularly slept well last night, which meant he was dragging a little as he finished typing up his last little encounter in Baltimore for their records. He'd, of course, make Steve sign it later. So it was all above board and the like.

But for the moment he was yawning and waiting for the coffee to finish being brewed for his fifth cup of the day.

Maybe he should give that shrink he got recommended to him a call. Especially after his brain had decided that stress dreams featuring Korea was okay to give him.

[open!]

The Jackdaw, Port of Fandom, Early Wednesday Morning

[doesnotkneel]

It was the sense of something not-quite-right that woke Edward up from his drunken stupor early. For whatever reason, the sound of Caroline's voice, yelling, her face full of pained rage, it rang in his ears well past the groggy first moments of the day.

He sat up.

In this in-between state, his mind flitted into the recesses of the strange second vision he possessed.

The room should have been easy, calm, with no hint of malevolence. It wasn't. In fact, just the sight of the black mass of something-- hooves? A horse's face? Or a roiling mass of liquid given form?-- that lit up brighter than the sun under his augmented gaze sent him stumbling to his feet.

He burst through the door onto the deck. "Boys!" he yelled. "To the sails! Bring in the gangplank and get those ropes loose! We're bloody leaving!"

He was not sticking around for whatever this was. If that meant taking an 18th century brig along the 21st century East Coast for a week, he'd do it.

Adéwalé was going to I-told-you-so him, wasn't he?

[[ can be open if you catch him as he's leaving. YOUR BDE IS STARTING! ]]

The beach, Wednesday morning

[betterthanaplan]

The water was rougher than it'd been in awhile modded the mun who was actually currently on the Atlantic coast and cursing herself for being dreadfully out of shape for wave jumping, which actually made Duke more inclined to wade in. Maybe when Rey arrived, he'd see if she was up for some aquatic yoga. Mountain pose was deceptively difficult when you were trying to root in the surf, after all.

And since he and Octavia had both had a rough night (of the same nightmares, not that they'd noticed that just yet), he was definitely leaning towards enjoying some time in the water. It was his decompression technique of choice, when he was somewhere warm enough.

[open! But as the stricken text says, I am at the beach for the day, so SLOWPLAY IS IN FULL FORCE.]

The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[okteiviakom]

This felt like the wrong side of the bar to be on. However, Octavia figured she would just have to get used to it, because starting tonight, and for the forseeable future, she was the Wednesday night bartender at the Devil's Nest.

Not that she could actually bartend just yet. Tiny was trying to show her the ropes, but... Look, even someone as stubborn about adapting into new situations through learning as Octavia was wasn't going to master much in a single evening.

She was also trying not to think too much about where she'd been a handful of months ago, and where she was now.