Turtle & Canary; Monday [09/28].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer was not hiding, thank you very much. She was just spending a little (okay, a lot) more time in the aisles doing her inventory and orders for the week than usual this week so that if anyone did want to talk to her, they'd have to work for it a bit more by actually finding her first, and everyone else could just do their business with Apu at the counter. Yesterday had been a little rough and handwavey! and required a lot of rum for the squirrels (although, really, could any more damage be done there?) and herself, but it was done, it was over, it was...hopefully something she would not ever have to worry about again except in the ripples of aftermath that she was not looking forward to, and so now she just wanted to hone in and focus on something familiar and boring that might actually allow her to pretend for a few seconds that her life was just normal, and, you know, not batshit crazy with creepazoid exes dredging up some less than stellar moments from your wild teenage apocalypse days...

Whatever. She should have figured things were going a little too well for her lately, anyway. But at least for today, she could have a little bit of time that was just boring, normal, weekly orders, a mild regular hangover and a massive emotional one, and could attempt to just shut everything else out with some music and her headphones, although, in retrospect, Halsey might not have been the best choice.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Blue Raspberry
Pizza Oatmeal
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday

[ohvalleyofpenis]

Jaskier had thankfully not had any guests this past weekend and he wasn't ever so slightly annoyed about it at all.

Which was why he was reorganizing the section dedicated to various edible delights. How he was reorganizing it and to what end was a mystery, honestly.

But he was doing it.

[open like a shop!]

The Perk [Monday morning]

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie had arrived at the end of the causeway this morning, duffle bag slung over one shoulder and fairly sure there was some kind of mistake.

She became increasingly sure that there was some kind of mix-up as she wound through the town, hefting her bag up a little higher occasionally so as not to bump into anything in the narrow streets. When she realized she'd managed to wind back to a spot she'd already been before, it sunk in: this island was, like, not big. And despite the fact that she had left Des Moines with a bright smile and her eyes optimistically forward, she was starting to think she'd made a mistake.

This place seemed like it wasn't even a quarter of the population of Des Moines - Des Moines - which, okay, supported the idea that maybe they only needed one Supe?

Annie took a deep breath, heading into a coffee shop as soon as she spotted it. She needed somewhere to sit and think for a bit - she wasn't going to make sense of anything by wandering the town in circles and trying to piece together guesses about the new place she called home. She gently dropped her bag next to an empty table, got herself a latte, and settled in with her phone to compose an email to her recruiter from Vought.

At least coffee seemed to be the same in Maryland, even if hardly anything else was. Okay, wait, that wasn't fair. It was just different.

She'd keep telling herself that for now.

(And honestly, the coffee was kinda better.)

[open open open!]

Town Hall, Monday

[weirderthanthou]

Jesse had done enough reading to know Emily wasn't likely to stay. They'd made plans accordingly, and spent a night and a day pouring over as much of Barry's research as they'd had to work with.

It had been a little... weird, seeing Emily hang out in one of her own big t-shirts (the one that read 'I express my individuality through mass-produced t-shirts') with a cup of coffee in the morning. Emily wore uniforms, that was her thing. Or... maybe she'd just seen Emily in uniform because everyone had been trapped in the Oldest House, and...

I'm thinking too much.

She showed up to town hall in the morning, settling in her office with the notes the two of them had made the previous night. At least Dylan was still safe. 'No change', Emily had told her, 'He's still in a coma, but he's stable', and that was...

Well, it was better than the alternative.

She sighed and reached for her coffee.

[[ open ]]

Atlas Gym, Monday (9/28)

[notallbluemonks]

So apparently, Jester had bought out every bakery in Nicodranas, then put that magic haversack of hers to good use and brought them all with her, because there were. So many boxes of pastries at home. So many.

Beau wouldn't admit to bringing an entire box to work with her this morning just to mess with that one annoying early Monday regular who'd started telling everyone within earshot about her calorie count and all the times over the weekend where she'd oh so virtuously turned down some snack one of her friends had offered her, but ...

Well, she was eating a bear claw very deliberately and smirking, and a woman currently on the elliptical kept making horrified noises, so. Draw your own conclusions.

[OOC: Open gym/post. Someone take this sinus headache away from me, it's been two days.]

The beach, Monday afternoon

[betterthanaplan]

Evi seemed to have left town again. Without saying another word to him, naturally, she knew that would send him reeling more than her giving him any sort of chance at closure.

Whatever. She was gone, and she hadn't done too much damage while she was on the island, as far as he knew. Gloria was gone, too, which wasn't the same kind of relief, but it was nice to think that maybe he and Octavia could start to work on finding their new normal now, without the pressures of his damn world trying to creep up on him.

The fact that that new normal wasn't going to include a certain snarky, British-coded angel. . . . Well, he was trying not to think too hard about that. People sometimes wandered in and out of your life. At least Lucifer had had the grace to say goodbye before he left.

Anyway. Duke Wasn't Thinking about all that. It was the end of September, and even the mid-Atlantic would start to get cold eventually, so he was out in the water today, taking as much advantage of the lingering warmth and sunlight as he could. The water was kind of freezing, but that was what wet suits were made for, right?

[moody beach post is open, yes!]

MCA Lobby, Monday Afternoon

[hatesparadise]

The weekend ended much too quickly by Danny's estimation. It almost reminded him of when his custody was limited to those too short, too infrequent days when he'd first arrived in Hawaii.

Which meant the best way to not focus too hard on that was to do some work.

"I don't even know what that means," he grumbled, looking at the little AC control looking device outside that one weird room. It was the holosuite, but he was trying to maintain his sanity by not acknowledging that.

The phrase 'beanbag chair error' flashed on the little screen some more.

[open!]

Monday: Covent Garden Flowers

[mylandmyrules]

Nell was humming cheerfully and checking over which herbs would be good for this weekend's stew - and maybe for some herbed bread. She encouraged a couple of the stragglers along and moved a few more into the sun before settling down to fill orders.