Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden didn't expect many customers today because of the picnic, but since she obviously wasn't going there herself, she opened the shop. Today she had brought Issa, hoping the cat would stay calm.

She discovered the fountain was a good cat toy. Issa sat on the edge, purring, watching the water and occasionally tried to catch a water drop with her paw.

Meanwhile, Seivarden made flower arrangements, elegant ones with peonies, cornflowers and other things that ha showed up in the latest delivery. Hopefully they would sell just as well as the indecent ones.

[Open!]

Groovy Tunes, Saturday

[justice_undone]

Breq did inventory. She didn't expect it to be a busy day. And the Silence was back.

"Did you go on a vacation?" Breq asked it, well aware her words wouldn't be audible.

[Open. And silent.]

Pick Your Poison, Saturday

[crimson_sister]

Lucille was arranging new products on the shelves, and then, since it would most likely be a quiet day, sat down to read. First a collection of poetry, and then a novel, marking places with poems and quotes she needed to read to Tisarwat. It was lovely to have a friend who shared her interest, and who wanted to learn how to play the piano and who had the most beautiful lilac eyes.

No, obviously she didn't actually think that last part.

[Open!]

Mystery Sign Theater 3000, Saturday

[shapethecentury]

Bucky hadn't been in town last week: he'd headed out at the first sign of trouble, and then stayed away until the radio feed (and his other methods of surveillance no one needed to know about) told him the coast was clear again.

He knew there was a big shindig happening up at the school today. Figured it'd be a quiet day. Just like he liked it. Even Ingrid was out today, leaving Bucky to man the concessions counter by himself.

NOW SHOWING
The Kind of A Girl That Men Regret

A HELP WANTED sign hung out by the box office. Ingrid's doing, not Bucky's.

The Causeway, Saturday Morning

[grayskollar]

...at first Adora didn't even realise she was somewhere else. Not until she landed flat on what was very definitely not an alien forest floor, with a distinct lack of anyone else's laughter.

"Catra?" She looked around, taking in the causeway, the stone and brick houses. Oh, no no no, this was bad. "Catra?"

She stretched her hand out, willing the sword into existence. If this was a trap, she needed She-Ra, and if it wasn't, well, She-Ra was her best hope of undoing whatever had just happened.

So, yes, there was now a giant, glowing woman running up and down the causeway, occasionally stopping to poke at it with an equally long sword.

[Mostly for one, but open!]