Covent Garden Flowers Friday (11/6)

[notarockharpist]

Word might have gotten around the stray cats of Fandom that Yasha had a tendency to feed them, because a couple of them followed her all the way to work this morning, proceeded to trail her into the shop, and then kept swarming around her ankles.

"No, don't --" She sighed and crouched down to pet them as soon as she'd gotten everything ready and turned the sign to OPEN. "You're a lot smaller than me, and I don't want to step on you, okay? Please?"

They meowed in unison, one tiny almost chirping sound and one deeper and more guttural, tails up in the air and waving back and forth eagerly.

"Yes, I'll feed you," she said, and pulled a small bag of cat food out of her belt pouch (because apparently that was a thing she carried around now) so she could pour some onto a paper plate and set it out for them.

"Just ... please don't eat any of the flowers, okay?"

She was going to take their contented little eating noises as a signal that they'd agreed.

[OOC: Shop/post open, with SP likely due to me screaming forever.]

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

After the past few weeks, it actually felt a little boring to not have something weird happen today. Even the woodchucks seemed to be somewhere else, so it was a quiet afternoon in the warehouse, with Rey doing a run through the obstacle course that she knew could have been better, and then deciding to blindfold herself to try it again in case that helped.

It at least felt better, even if it had to look really strange to anyone who didn't know what she was doing.

[Open!]

Turtle & Canary; Friday [11/06].

[white_oleander]

Not that Astrid paid enough attention to the daily drama and events around the store through any given week, but it would seem that the store had gone from entirely too much candy all week to...literally none.

Not a single piece of it, anywhere. An entire handwavey aisle, completely cleared out and empty, where it had all too recently been positively overflowing.

And Apu, narrowing his eyes at Astrid once she came in as if she was the whole reason for it. Like it couldn't have been coincidence that all the candy would just disappear once her shift rolled around.

"I don't know what to tell you, man," she informed him, shrugging and shaking her head. "I just work here?"

And so did he. Every day. So if anyone should be suspect in the mysteriously disappearing candy caper...

Whatever. Astrid was just going to focus on candy and treats for her postcards today, then, so at the very least, if someone did come in looking for candy, maybe she could sell a print or two in lieu of any actual candy.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Not Candy
Not Chocolate
Red

Turtle & Canary is open! And candy free! Entirely!

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

So... still no solid leads on where Stark's mask ended up, sadly, but at least Liam had a very entertaining report to read regarding Steve and Danny's attempt to question the raccoons down at the brewery?

He could've told him that's how it would go, of course, but hey, they'd wanted to have something police-y to do do it, so.

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Somehow, Lucifer felt a bit less-- unstable, these past few days, than he had since he'd returned. It was welcome, even if he hadn't realized until now just how much the bag of cats in his mind had been demanding distraction until it had gone silent on him.

Which meant he was now finally thinking about things he hadn't really had the energy for, before.

"No, we're not doing jello shots, Tiny," he sighed, leaning on the bar. "That's someone else's trademark, I'm hardly going to take it from her."

He took a thoughtful sip of his drink.

"Though I haven't actually seen her in a while," he said. "I think we had a row at some point?" He eyed Tiny. "Do you think this is a situation where a gift basket might help?"

Duke said a gift basket worked if you delivered it in person! ... In Octavia's case, anyway. He had no idea about Summer.

Tiny just grunted and went back to putting glasses in the dishwasher.

[[ open ]]

The beach, Friday afternoon

[betterthanaplan]

Duke normally saved his sandy yoga routines for Wednesday mornings, but he'd spent most of the morning hunched over a work table on his boat, putting together a little neck pouch out of some scrap leather to hold the resurrection totem thing Nina had given him yesterday, and his back was tied up in absolute knots.

His boat was feeling a bit lonely lately, too, so he headed out onto the beach, where he could time his movements to the waves as well as his breath, and soon enough found himself unwinding into a half-pigeon pose as the sun baked into his skin.

He didn't even mind when the porgs started climbing up onto his back. Or when Octavia got weirdly possessive(?) and chased them back off before going back to rooting through the rocks and sand for treasures.

He'd really needed this.

[mostly because I staved off my own panic attack just now by doing yoga in a sunbeam. I'm really going to miss being able to fling myself into a random quick youtube exercise video at a moment's notice when I have to start going back into the office all the time again. . . .

ANYWAY ALSO THE POST IS OPEN]

The Perk, Friday Afternoon

[weirderthanthou]

Sometimes leaving the office helped if you wanted to focus a little. Jesse still had-- a lot of reading to do if she and Liam were going to be put together any kind of helpful handbook, and the walk to the Perk had done her crossed eyes some good.

She settled down in the back of the coffee place with a nondescript, regular Americano and a large stack of documents. Barry's phone hung off her belt, right next to the Service Weapon; a little heavy, but doable.

She reached for the first page, took a sip, and settled in.

[[ open ]]