Turtle & Canary; Friday [08/28].

[white_oleander]

Astrid came into the store that day expecting some sort of calm before the storm, but it seemed the storm had already arrived, as Apu was hurrying around trying to reorganize for the new school year and the (likely) new arrivals for the semester, which didn't really seem like as big of a deal as he was making it out to be. Still, Astrid offered to help, which he unsurprisingly refused, and then just eventually shoved a list of signs that needed making since that was apparently 'all she was good for.'

Which was a little harsh, but, as she realized that she pretty much did spend most of her shifts drawing and trying to peddle her postcards, was probably not entirely untruthful, either.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Red Wine
Red Vines
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

That warehouse with the thing- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

It hadn't been what she'd been going for, but it had been nice to be able to turn her brain off last night and not think about the last week for a while.

At the time. It'd been nice at the time.

This morning Rey wondered why anyone ever used that as a coping strategy because she was still thinking about it today and she had a throbbing headache. But she'd also decided that maybe she should like, talk about things, and so she'd also booked a portal home for the weekend, so at least something productive came out of this. Or at least, that's what she was telling herself.

She was sitting on the floor, looking like she was meditating, though really she was trying to see if she could refocus somehow. Or if the Force could cure headaches. Occasionally one eye would open to glare at the woodchucks because she knew they were planning something and today was not the day.


[Open! Please be loud.]

Caritas | Friday

[sith_said]

"Whaur hae ah bin?"

Yeah, as if Cait was going to answer that—especially not when the question was from Tino.

"Th' bigger question is whaur hae ye bin?" No, that didn't make sense and Cait had mostly asked just to confuse him. The fact that Tino had an answer was something Cait hadn't counted on but was willing to roll with. "A ceilidh? Haur? Weel, 'en, it's aw oan ye tae clean it up! Chop chop!"

Yeah, Cait was not going to be any help as he settled behind the bar.

Quite possibly for a… cat nap. Hush.

Caritas is Open!

[And OCD free!]

Ink and Holes, Friday afternoon

[betterthanaplan]

"Hey man," the tattooist greeted as Duke came in. "It's been awhile."

It took Duke a beat to remember what he meant. Right, they slept together a few times last year. "It has! How's it been?"

"Can't complain." He tilted his head. "Squirrels say you're tight with your girl, so I'm guessing you're here for ink."

Duke's smile became several times more real. "I am," he agreed. He lifted his right arm and pointed to the inside of his bicep, across from the skull and butterflies. "A couple caterpillars. Maybe kind of circling each other in a oroborus kind of thing?"

The tattooist nodded. "Grab a seat. I'll sketch something out."

"You're the best."

[open, yes!]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"What on Earth is a chiptune night?"

Someone in this club had had the brilliant idea of putting a requests jar on the bar, and Lucifer was choosing not to speak to that person, whose name started with a T, on account of that person being an idiot.

"What, like playing video game music on the piano?" Lucifer tossed the note over his shoulder. "Do I look like someone who bothers with video games?"

He'd eventually make his way back to the piano, where he'd be pointedly playing piano bar classics, but for now, Lucifer was facepalming.