Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [08/25].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Even though Tisarwat had slept a lot since Saturday, she was looking forward to keeping up her recovery from the onslaught of not only her own worst memories, but also those of a thousands-year-old, trigger-happy, imperialistic warmonger with hundreds of bodies by having a nice quiet day in the shop, with chill and mellow music playing over the stereo and trying to make some headway into the next book Lucille had lent her, which she was enjoying a lot, not only because of the more romantic themes but also because the pronouns of the main characters just made it easier for her to get into it than the last one.

A very nice, almost perfect way to spend a day in recovery.

Too bad it was turning out to be another Tuesday where Tisarwat was tempted to lock her phone in a drawer because Summer was sending her messages faster than she even would think possible for a standard human.

It wasn't all just her rambling and trying to get Tisarwat thoughts and ideas about this date she had coming up, though; Summer apparently had a new idea for the bar, and was hoping she could get Tisarwat's help with it, and trying to help was the only thing that didn't get the phone immediately thrown into the drawer. And even if Tisarwat was a little skeptical about the whole thing, she could see where Summer was coming from and agreed to help.

Which meant forgoing any attempts to get further into the book and trying to look up some music, while also delving into some suggestions Summer was sending her, too.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [08/25].

[white_oleander]

The break week between semesters always did feel a little more quiet, didn't they? And after last week, quiet was the last thing Astrid wanted. Everything was very peaceful and serene in the flower shop that day, though, so she figured it was a good a time as any to pursue a project that she hadn't done in a very long time, especially since it was so quiet, even as far as orders went.

So Astrid was smashing flower pots again. She'd pick one up, examine it closely from all angles, and then, as forcefully as she could, threw it on the ground to watch it smash into pieces, noting the the ways in which they burst for work later. But, for now, after the pot was smashed, she'd gather up all the pieces and bring them back to the counter, and then studiously, dedicatedly, start putting them together.

It was sort of a poetic metaphor, she guessed. If only it were so easy to put together the smashed pieces of her own life like this. The Japanese had the art of Kintsugi, mending pottery with gold, with the idea that embracing flaws and imperfections could make for a stronger, more uniquely beautiful vessel. It seemed a little overly optimistic, if you asked her, but she wouldn't deny it was a nice thought.

And it was a good way to pass the time and attempt to focus on other things.

Covent Garden is open!

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

The bar was having an event on Thursday, which meant that Kitty was trying to spend today making sure she had everything.

Tino was spending today in fishnets.

"I'm not going to say you can't wear it today, but you are jumping the gun a little," Kitty told him.

Eventually he went to change.


[Open bar!]

The Perk- Tuesday morning

[thatwaslucky]

Last year, Magnus had introduced Rey to the pumpkin spice latte, and it had become the one non-basic coffee she'd drink. (While also being basic. Not that there was anything wrong with that.)

So when she passed by the Perk on the way to the warehouse this morning and saw that they were now selling pumpkin spice lattes as a total surprise, of course she had to stop in and get one. And maybe sit by the window for a while.

Apparently fall was here. While it was still hot outside. Just go with it.


[I literally had PSL day in my day planner and they changed it up on me, so naturally I had to make a post. Open!]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"In the spirit of good memories," Lucifer said, leaning in to the microphone, "I dedicate tonight's first song to an old friend with absolutely terrible taste in music."

His mouth curved, and his fingers moved over the keys.

"Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling. Do you feel my heart beating, do you understand? Do you feel the same...? Am I dreaming, is this burning an eternal flame?"

Oh, Detective, you and your terrible 90s jams. For the first time, Lucifer could actually think about some of her without some amount of pain.

He blamed waffles, personally.

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