The Perk | Late Thursday Morning

[long_memory]

Silver had never had pumpkin spiced anything but the constant advertising worked on him because here he was, ordering a latte. He got himself his drink and a muffin and found a table in the corner where his leg and crutch could be hidden away some. Then he took his first sip of the pumpkin spice goodness.

And it was awful. Just...so bad.

He took a flask out of his pocket and poured some liquor in the cup. Still tasted bad, but now he might get some enjoyment out of it.

[I felt bad that I'll be favoring my knife boy this weekend so I'm posting this one now. Open!]

Luke's, Thursday

[betterthanaplan]

Duke was quiet today at the diner, which meant his staff was quiet, too. For Duke, that meant going about his business, setting the specials and supervising the kitchen, without saying anything more than absolutely necessary. For his staff, it meant furtive whispering as they tried to work out why their normally loud boss was being so quiet. Was it the argument last week with his girlfriend? The start of a new weird Fandom effect? Maybe he'd been bitten by a gremlin and thought he was . . . someone really quiet?

None of them managed to guess the real reason, that learning how he was eventually going to die had sent Duke drifting down into a full blown existential crisis. Something, it turned out, that he did rather quietly.

And, you know, with comfort food.

Today's special
CATCH OF THE DAY:
Bahian fish stew with coconut and tomato

Luke's was open.

Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (9/25)

[notarockharpist]

It wasn't that Yasha was unused to getting one of Jester's magical Sending messages by now, it was just that ... Jester barged gleefully right into one of those messages like the Kool-Aid man busting through a wall, and there was nothing you could do to soften the surprise factor.

So when she got to work and paused, fully frozen in place for about two seconds with one foot raised to step over the doorjamb and into the shop, it was because she was on the receiving end of one of those messages.

Yashaaaaaaa! Jester's familiar, excited voice popped into her head. I’m coming to visit you guys! I ran out of spells yesterday or I would have told you already. Anyway, I’ll be there really --

She never could decide if Jester just hadn't gotten the hang of counting 25 words or less, or if she just got so carried away that she couldn't be bothered to care about things like spells with word limits, but it did get a tiny grin out of her for just a second. It was Jester; she couldn't help being endearing to pretty much everybody.

Even if she actually had no idea when to expect Jester to show up. Details.

I'm at work right now, she thought back. At the flower shop. I mean, if you're showing up today, before we close.

It wasn't enough to dispel the general air of melancholy that always hung about her, but said air of melancholy did seem ... a very tiny bit lighter overall today, especially every time she glanced toward the door as if she was expecting someone to show up.

[OOC: Open! I may have to scream at you about things that went down with my girls on last night's stream, though. FAIR WARNING.

Also fair warning: there is a brief narrative reference to past torture downthread.]