Turtle & Canary; Monday [09/07].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Apparently, no amount of cleaning the lines could do anything to get rid of the glitter that had gotten into the Squishy machine on Saturday, which, okay, fair, it was glitter, that stuff was notoriously impossible to fully clean out of anything, but it was still frustrating ever since Summer had been made more aware of the general cleanliness of that sort of thing. Like, she was sure it was fine, and she knew people actually did occasionally enjoy a glittery Squishy, but that wasn't the point.

"Can't we just switch out the lines?" she asked. "We've got spares, right?"

Apparently not, because they switched to those the last time the Squishy machine broke, back when there was the flood and all those bees.

"And you didn't order more?"

Apu pointed out that Summer did all the ordering.

"For stock!" She didn't know if she wanted to throw up her hands, facepalm, or possibly strangle Apu, so her hands just sort of hovered ineffectually in the air in front of her. "I do the ordering for the stock! I can't do everything around here, you know!"

Which was met with a withering look, because she wasn't the one who was here an impossible twenty-four seven, was she? And that got a withering look back, because, "Just order the lines, Apu. And get spares!"

There was a heavy sigh of frustration, and a newfound focus on her own work, that very firmly established that she would so not even put up with any of this if it weren't for the fact that she actually loved having to be so bossy and important around here.

And, you know, the glitter in the lines might not even be that bad if it weren't for the actual flavors.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Steak au Poivre (with glitter!)
Weiner Schnitzel (with glitter!)
Red (with glitter!)

Turtle & Canary is open!

Atlas Gym, Monday (9/7)

[notallbluemonks]

Holiday or not, people were going to want to work out -- including, or maybe especially, Beau, so of course she was at work today.

And okay, to be fair she'd kind of forgotten all about the holiday for a while, but in her defense there were so many of them here. (She was absolutely keeping track, or at least trying to, but she only had so much patience and also she had a lot of journal entries complaining profusely about it.)

Anyway, the gym was open and Beau was around, occasionally taking a moment or two to heckle some of the regulars. That was what passed for a holiday special around here today.

[OOC: Look, this heat wave has melted the last of my brain. Gym/post open, but I am extra super flakey today, jsyk.]

Trooper Station, September 7, 2020

[grenadesandohana]

Steve came into the station at the usual time and for once didn't demand the Troopers follow him outside for PT. Instead he went straight over to his desk, face all lit up. "I knew you'd like me best," he told the cat lounged all over his desk chair. "Hey there, ninja kitty."

He took a picture and sent it to Danny. "She might've met you first, but clearly loves me more," he added in a text.

He got closer. "Okay, now you have to move."

The cat gave him a "I have no idea what you are talking about" look and stayed exactly where she was.

Steve narrowed his eyes. "I will move you."

The cat yawned and curled up in her spot.

Steve fetched Danny's chair to sit in.

Problem solving! The Trooper Station is open.

Devil's Nest, Monday night

[texted3times]

No, it wasn't Eric's normal night, but he'd gotten a very strange, kinda rude message from Lucifer, and so naturally his reaction was to tuck Lucifer's piano out of the way, hire a DJ for the night, and move all of the decorative plants that were blocking the way to the axe range.

Petty? NEVER.

The sign in front said, HALF OFF ARROGANT BASTARD ALE

(and Eric would never tell he'd bought it by the case because the label art had amused him so much.)

After a few beers, Eric added a SPIN-THE-BOTTLE GAME ONE NIGHT ONLY (NOT YOU, TINY UNDERAGE CHILDREN FROM THE SCHOOL GO AWAY)

The Devil's Nest is open! The Devil has, apparently, left the building, and Eric was sending texts out to people to tell them to come over. Not because he was lonely or anything. That was ridiculous.

The Perk, Monday afternoon

[betterthanaplan]

After the events of the weekend, Duke was feeling a powerful desire for caffeine. And familiar people who he didn't care much about. Basically some level of normal that didn't involve murder investigations or watching a good friend go back to someone who'd been kind of terrible for him.

So he dragged Octavia along with him to the Perk, with promises that something sugary would do wonders for post-party haze.

The baristas started putting an order together for them the moment they walked in the door. Sometimes you wanted to go where everybody knows your order.

[for the one modded, but also open!]