Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [09/01].

[white_oleander]

It shouldn't really surprise anyone who knew Astrid that the theme of the postcards being added to the box of art she was trying to sell along with the flowers were dinosaur themed today, which was interesting for her in particular because she never imagined it would be something she'd take to drawing. But she now had a new appreciation for the way they were put together, for the musculatur and for trying to capture the particular textures of their skin, with plenty of references from everyone's transformations in class yesterday and her own.

She wondered if she could include these postcards as part of the whole 'writing about the experience' part of class, too, since she never was half as good with words as she was pictures.

Oh, and she supposed she should do at least a few flower business related things here and there, too...

Covent Garden is open!

Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [09/01].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Between taking care of a few orders, shifting through some sheet music for inspiration, enjoying the tea that Nell had been kind enough to share with her, and making some good headway on the current book on loan from Lucille, Tisarwat was having a very productive day. It was a good change of pace that had her hoping it didn't mean something really miserable was around the corner, since that seemed to be her luck, but she was dedicated to just enjoying it for what it was, and not worrying herself about it too much.

After all, around here, you really did just have to appreciate the good days when you could, and Tisarwat was certainly not going to complain.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Pixie Dust | Tuesday

[that_oldsaying]

"Do you think Kathy would think lemon bars are healthy?"

Her bunny most decidedly did not and Alluka laughed at the accusation that she was just looking for excuses.

"Maybe," she agreed. "But, but it's not chocolate!"

Her chocolate was coming from the large chocolate frappuccino she had.

"And lemons are good for you!" she enthused, willing to run with this (assuredly terrible reasoning) for as long as she could. "Come on, we've got to set up the display of new accessories and then we'll talk about it over lemon bars and tea!"

And, well, her bunny couldn't argue with that.

New Clothes for a New You!
Start of Semester Sale!
70% off for new students / 50% off for everyone else
Flexible payment plans!

Underneath that was a smaller sign:

Now hiring!
See in store for details!

Pixie Dust is Open!

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

It was a new semester! For nerds, this was the best time of year, and also why Kitty was working on lesson plans behind the bar when it was slow.

Also because it was quieter than doing this at home around a toddler.

SPECIALS
50% OFF FIRST ROUND FOR NEWBIES


[Open, no OCD!]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

The music at the Devil's Nest could be best described as moody today. Not because the owner was in a mood, necessarily.

Well, not that kind of mood.

But Lucifer was feeling reflective, a bit nostalgic, even. So you got a bit of Ray Charles and, well, maybe even something older.

The Devil's Nest was open.

Outside Caritas- Wednesday afternoon

[throughaphase]

The bar was not open at this time. Kitty was not there.

However, after hearing the commotion outside, Tino had looked outside and decided that the only course of action was to try and defend the bar, which was why he was now standing outside it with a mop and a garbage can lid. Which would totally work against paintballs.

Do your worst, Fandomites, he was ready for you.


[DO YOUR WORST! Mod Tino and the exterior of the bar, but shooting inside will get you transported to the lake. A regular bar post will go up later!]

JGoB, Wednesday afternoon (shhh I know what day it is time is meaningless)

[stykera]

Stark had been walking past JGoB, unaware of the paint-based warfare that had commenced at the school, when one of the employees had run outside, grabbed him and pulled him inside the bakery.

“Let go let go let go,” Stark protested. “Why?”

“Paintball.”

“Paintball?”

“Didn’t want you to get shot, dude! We like you.” A baker, apron and rather large paintball gun streaked with flour, nodded her assent from behind the counter.

“Paintball,” Stark repeated. “Okay. Fine. Why? How?”

“Because it’s paintball. I dunno. For fun?”

“Fun.”

“Yeah, it’s a game, man. You just...try and get paint on everyone who isn’t you. Try not to get hit yourself. Here, we got you a gun.”

“Thank you,” Stark said, considering the paintball gun for a long moment. “We should set up a barricade. Or...maybe something else. There’s enough ammunition?” He hadn’t shot anything in a very long time. But a game sounded amusing at least. And this was a defensible position with only the one accessible entrance.

“Plenty of paint! Yours is blue.”

A short while later the bakery was well-defended. It was also somewhat booby trapped. Where the buckets and extra paint and other supplies had come from was something of a mystery. Stark had run out and come back with less ammo but more of everything else. “I’m resourceful,” was all he had said when asked about the supply run, waving a hand dismissively.

There was a sign hung outside on the door proclaiming the bakery to be “PEACEFUL NEUTRAL TERRITORY (violations will not be tolerated) WE HAVE SNACKS AND ICE PACKS AND WIPES FOR CLEANING OFF PAINT.” There was a weapons check and everything. Of course, you had to get inside for that to apply.

Stark was prepared to offer assistance or shoot you. Was the sign a trap? Probably not. But he wasn’t going to tolerate aggression towards the staff here, even in a game, especially since they’d made a point to arm and warn him.


[Open! The alien is in and will absolutely make sure you get painted if you violate the safety of this zone. Picture some elaborate Rube Goldberg-esque paint traps, then make them just a little more confusing. Also I made this icon just for this as soon as I heard it was a possibility. I’m headed to work (ew save me) so I’ll be slow until probably 5 Eastern. There’s a wee bit of OCD just in case.]

The Park [early dawn hours]

[sith_happened]

Anakin knew the students he taught very, very well. He knew the teachers even more.

Which was why, when he decided to give an assembly on weapons preparedness using paintball guns, he stashed a few extra guns unobtrusively around the park.

Just in case people needed to defend themselves from giggly teenagers and their teachers. These things happened. Sometimes.

[OOC: Feel free to use this post in the Fandom afternoon as well for park-related paintball play!]