Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [11/17].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

The stereo apparently thought it was being funny today, because even if Tisarwat tried to set it to playing something else, it kept going back to playing various versions of songs with'Wild Horses' in the chorus, interspersed with the occasional 'Pony'.

Hilarious.

Really.

Just look at how amused all those withering looks she was giving the stereo were! Although, honestly, she couldn't even really complain that much about how the weekend had turned out.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [11/17].

[white_oleander]

Were there always this many bonsai trees in the shop? Or was Astrid only just now noticing them because they'd worked on them for her Ma class a few weeks ago? She liked to think they were a recent abundance, but it could very well be a frequency illusion, the Baader-Meinhof effect, that once you take notice of something, you start seeing it everywhere, and now the presence of the bonsai would be even stronger as she filled her postcard box with sketches of bonsai shaped in ways that would probably take years for an actual bonsai to acquire, but, with her pencil, it would only take a a handful of minutes, an hour or maybe just half...

There were also some interesting new painted postcards in there, too, which could best best be described as Jackson Pollock-y abstract, from what would one day no-doubt be described as Astrid's 'pony phase,' where critics would speculate how the splatters and swatches of color almost seemed reminiscent of what a pony might create if it were to be given a paintbrush between its teeth and went to work....

Covent Garden is open!

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty had been a little wary of what Tino would have done to the place today, since last week had seen Christmas lights going up. To her surprise there was no tree yet.

There were however stockings hung up across the bottles behind the bar, one for each person who worked there.

"This part is really early," Kitty admitted, and had to lift up the string holding them up in order to get to one of the bottles.


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The Bookbelt | Tuesday

[bookbeltof_love]

We're the youngest generation of Prices. …You'd be the next generation…

Nina had done a pretty good job bothering Duke on Sunday and losing herself in flying and attempts at picking locks (she could manage basic ones as a pony—it was a victory that only she really cared about) and then on Monday she'd thrown herself headlong into moping about the lack of wings.

(Which, being clear, was a huge tragedy.)

But by the time Tuesday rolled around, Miss Verity's words, which had stuck and lingered and rolled around in the back of her head had left her sleepless and anxious in ways she wasn't quite sure how to face head on.

( Because Nina had FEELINGS. )

By the time the shop was open, the place was sparkling clean and Nina was reading in one of the squashy, comfortable chairs at the front.

I love you, she texted Prompto, five minutes before she knew his alarm was supposed to go off. She didn't know if he'd answer. He was so busy these days, but she hoped it made him smile anyway.

Then she went back to her tea and her books and the ghosts of thoughts that plagued her.

The Bookbelt is Open.

[That Nina was at the shop early and cleaning is FB, what she was saying is NFB, please!]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had spent the past few days doing precious little beyond mother-henning two absolute disasters running from Duke to Octavia and back like this was his parents all over again dealing with Octavia's return, and frankly, he was both uncomfortable (after yesterday's visit to the aquarium) and tired (after just everything) and the idea of spending a whole evening just... playing music was extremely attractive.

Which was, of course, why his phone rang right as he sat down at the piano. He spared a glance at it, saw the Detective on the screen, and scrambled to grab it, adrenaline shooting through his body. He pressed it to his ear. "Yes?"

Silence.

Then she hung up.

It was not going to improve the mood of the music in here tonight.

Warehouse District - Tuesday Afternoon

[sparkinyou]

Miles had returned to the warehouse area of Fandom to finish up his mural on one of the buildings. He had been initially reluctant to do so but with the weather turning cold, he figured now was the time to get his work done before it began to slow and he had to go home for winter break.

So with the chill in the air and a shake of his paint can he went to work.

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