Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [10/20].

[white_oleander]

Astrid had started out her morning with some drawing, sketching out scenes remnicent of medieval depictions of the danse macabre in the spirit of parties for fifteen-foot-tall skeletons, but she didn't get very far on those before memories of the knots of Claire's spine along her back, when she'd turn over as they draped themselves in cold jewels in her bedroom slipped in. On how you could count them, how they would support a gem between them if she positioned herself just right. The hollowness of her cheeks, her eyes. And Astrid's pencil stopped, she reminded herself to breathe, she pushed her sketchbook aside and turned her focus onto fall wreathes instead. Autumnal centerpieces. Trying to find clever ways to sneak all the little pumpkins that fell out of the drawer whenever she opened it into various floral arrangements, though they'd probably be gone by tomorrow.

And back to drawing, putting little faces on the pumpkins with a black marker, and wishing for once there were actually more customers for this place than there usually was.

Covent Garden is open!

Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [10/20].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat finally had proper, good Radchaai tea again, and it felt like the single greatest thing that had happened to her in a while.

She figured she should be sparing with its use, of course, just as she had when she first arrived on this island, but for these first few days, she was going to indulge in it, while it was still fairly fresh. And sitting there behind the counter of the music shop, thankful for once to not have much to do so she could just cup her hands around her tea and truly savor it, it was enough to almost make her wonder if she should take the chance to go back.

But, no. It wouldn't work. It would mess things up. It wasn't her timeline, and who even knew how trying to implant herself elsewhere would throw things off course? It wasn't her place. It would be different if it was her timeline, and, besides, she almost felt as if...she wasn't quite done here yet. There were things to do here, things to explore, and maybe, one day, Summer could figure out how to get her to her timeline, but, for now, just the thought that it was now a viable possibility helped a lot.

Then again, so did the tea.

Ugh. How had she ever come to think that Earth tea even had a chance? This wasn't even from one of the finer estates, but the differences were still...just profound. And Tisarwat was just going to enjoy this rare little bubble of happiness in a cup of excellent tea while it lasted.

Groovy Tunes is open!

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had vague plans of hosting a big party for his return. Some day. At the moment, his heart wasn't quite in it, as invigorating as it had been to leave the house, however briefly.

So his return to the Devil's Nest was a relatively subdued affair, as he blocked off the axe range with the rest of the plants and then spent entirely too much time hunting around for his piano.

"Eric better not have mistreated you," he cooed to the instrument once it was set up. A few experimental touches to the keys-- well, the sound was still fine.

And so the Devil was back at the piano tonight, playing subdued things. Trying to put his heart back into grand, festive, distracting plans.

"What I've kept in me, and what I've thrown away, and where the hell I've ended up on this glary random day..."

[[ open! up early for timezone reasons ]]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

There was still some cleanup happening as Kitty and Tino tried to clean up all the little pumpkins from the floor.

"All right," Kitty said, "after you opened the first thing and they all spilled out, why would you keep checking everything else to see if the exact same thing happened?"

Tino just shrugged.


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The Perk | Late Tuesday Afternoon

[knife_bender]

Diego had enough of the stupid gourds falling out of random drawers after the second time it happened. He was just not dealing with that sort of nonsense today. So he went to the coffee shop and ordered a PSL, feeling bad when the barista opened a cupboard and nearly got knocked out by a squash.

He made sure to tip her well before taking a seat next to the window.

[Open!]