Turtle & Canary; Friday [08/21].

[white_oleander]

There would definitely be something extremely comforting in the harsh flourescent lights of Turtle & Canary that day, which was most of the reason why Astrid went into work that day. It was a lot better than taking her chances outside, even if she was by herself, and she figured she wouldn't get too much residual nightmares from the turtle and the canary at the counter. Apu usually avoided her anyway, too, and so things were going pretty well so far, and she tried to distract herself further with some drawings.

All the drawings just ended up resembling her nightmares, Sabine's nightmares, whatever else, including one page where she sort of got stuck in an odd rote of writing WHO IS ANNIE? over and over and over again.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Cinnamon Churro
Italian Ice
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

The park- Friday morning

[thatwaslucky]

Given everything this week and scenes in SP, Friday training wasn't happening like normal today. She didn't trust the warehouse right now, but she didn't feel like being cooped up in her apartment alone, either. She was exhausted and repressing and acutely aware of what the rest of the island was going through on top of it, and she was over it.

She'd attempted the Perk- caffeine was badly needed by now-, but while ordering had ended up as a really uncomfortable witness to two baristas touching hands by accident and getting caught up in a shared nightmare. Luckily it was short, because Rey had been trying to figure out how to help and had no idea, but then one barista had hurried off and the other went right back to work and it was really hard to just order a coffee after that, you know?

Well, she had, because Rey was also trying to be nice about seeing that and catching any of the psychic backlash, and she hadn't wanted to stick around after that. Her cup was sitting on the nearest park bench now.

So at least for now she was here, running through drills with the lightsaber, and watching them clouds like they were about to personally insult her.


[It just feels wrong not to post on Fridays. Open! If you still want to do trauma stuff and haven't gotten a chance, shoot me an email.]

Town Hall, Friday

[weirderthanthou]

Dark clouds were packing above the island.

Jesse didn't like it.

She'd shoved open her office door and kept it that way with a stack of binders, just in case anyone else thought they might need to knock. The amount of paper on her desk had now started to flood the floor.

"There has to be something."

[[ open with ocd ]]

Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (8/21)

[notarockharpist]

Yasha was ... exhausted, to say the very least, and by this point in the week she was just approaching everything with the resignation of someone who figured she deserved what she was getting, anyway. She set about getting the tea prepared for the day and the shop otherwise ready to open, maybe scowling just a bit more than usual.

Occasionally, when the onslaught of amplified memories got to be too much, she might -- having discovered this little trick by accident the day before -- reach out and touch a pair of shears or a roll of floral tape, some object close at hand, and turn it into a localized source of magical light for the next hour.

If that just happened to catch a Night Mare in time for her to at least punch it before it ran off, she'd take the brief moment of satisfaction.

[OOC: Shop/post open. Free gift of trauma with every purchase today!]

The Perk- Friday afternoon

[throughaphase]

It was a dumb day for the Perk to discover mood lighting.

Or rather, they'd had a couple lights go out while Kitty was sitting there, keeping most of the place dark, which looked worse thanks to the sky. She'd been trying to get paperwork done, which she'd meant to do days ago and things had just been terrible and distracting so now she was just... here. Waiting for them to fix the lights.

This week was stupid.


[Expecting one but open!]

Part of the beach, Friday mid-morning

[grenadesandohana]

Steve had decided that the best way to avoid traumatizing Danny was by...not being in the apartment, possibly ever again. So there had been many, many laps around the island, and now he was finishing up his normal swim in the water too.

Far away from other people, at least for the moment.

[OOC: Expecting one but open! All the SP in effect.]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Anyone entering the Devil's Nest tonight would find it doused in light, and with a spotlight centered on the piano.

Lucifer was behind the keys, playing Metallica's 'Nothing Else Matters - and slowly sliding into other bombastic tunes. Music was probably the least destructive coping mechanism that he had, and as long as he stayed within the light, well.

He could go back to not thinking about Chloe again.

[[ open after the ocd ]]

Streets of Fandom, After Sunset

[firstofitskind]

Maybe it was asking for trouble, stalking around the streets and looking for the horse-like creatures that seemed to be causing whatever was happening.

But sitting in his office handwavily, since the player forgot to post today bc interview nerves was accomplishing shit and at least this was doing something.

Even if the 'something' was mostly just 'stomping around looking for ghost horses'.

[ooc: expecting one but open!