Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [09/22].

[white_oleander]

Even though she knew it was impossible (it should be impossible) for her mother to show up, the realization that Parents Weekend was coming up had crept into Astrid that afternoon and made her feel tense. Like somehow, Ingrid would know about the letters, that she'd have astral projected herself into the room like she always claimed to be able to do while she was spreading the mix of ash and glitter and paint across her side of the wall, covering the stylized faces of all her friends, and that was sort of how thoughts of Ingrid, Ingrid's presence, Ingrid's influence seemed to feel to her right then, like a dark, viscous fluid coating her insides, spreading like a disease.

She tried to channel that energy into actual work that day, wrangling flowers into positions and places to make for an appealing arrangement, but they didn't seem to want to cooperate and none of them were very good. She just kept getting distracted by what ifs. What if she managed to get some sort of release for the weekend? What if she convinced the people in charge out there that she had a right to see her daughter? What if she got that fire in her belly, and Astrid knew better than anyone that once that fire was in Ingrid's belly, there was no stopping her until it burned and consumed everything that was in the way...

She started focusing on using more roses, because even though she struggled today, especially with the thorns, they (and their thorns) seemed to be the only thing that felt like it was kind of working.

Covent Garden is open!

Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [09/22].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

It was quiet in the music shop that day, not because of the Silence, which had actually yet to introduce itself to Tisarwat, but merely because Tisarwat seemed to be having trouble with the store's stereo that day. She wasn't even sure, really, if it was actually broken or if it was just a weird thing for the day, because who could really tell around here? So she figured she'd just mention it to Breq and if it wasn't running normally tomorrow, then it was probably a good sign that it might need to be looked into.

For now, though, she was honestly just sort of enjoying the quiet and her tea, because moments where she actually could enjoy that kind of calm, both with outside forces and inside her own head, were rare, and she was more than happy to simply embrace that today.

Groovy Tunes is open!

The Bookbelt | Tuesday

[bookbeltof_love]

So, like, Nina had about a million things to do (when didn't she though) but today most of her focus was on a) cleaning shop and b) wondering if it would be kind of pathetic to ask Prompto if he was showing up for Parents Weekend.

He probably had more important things to do, right? And it wasn't like they hadn't seen each other quite a bit recently. And she didn't want to be a bother...

... Maybe she'd ask Bus Dean to be her fake dad again. Or Liam.

But what if she was bothering them too? Ugh. It wasn't like Parents Weekend was important...

The Bookbelt is Open!

Pixie Dust | Tuesday

[that_oldsaying]

"I, I don't think this was a good idea."

Mr. Bubbles assured her that it was probably just nerves and that she'd do just fine tomorrow.

"Do you think I should ask Kathy and Dante to show up?" she asked. "It would be last minute notice, since I couldn't decide before now, but... I don't know. Do, do you think they'd want to show up?"

Mr. Bubbles didn't know if they would. It was, after all, very last minute and it wasn't the end of the world or anything. She didn't even need help, really.

Maybe just someone to hold her hand.

But that was what Mr. Bubbles was for.

"Do, do you think I'm allowed to change my mind?"

Mr. Bubbles opined that, given that the lecture she was giving was tomorrow, it was almost definitely too late.

"It seemed like such a good idea at the time," she lamented.

Pixie Dust is Open!

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty was trying to get everything settled for the weekend.

This was harder when all the alcohol had turned to iced tea, except for the White Claws, which were just regular seltzer.

"Okay," Kitty said, "this is fixed by tomorrow or I flip a table."


[Open, no OCD!]