Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [11/24].

[white_oleander]

The autumnal colors that seemed to have taken over the shop when Astrid came in that day definitely put her in a little bit more of a fall kind of mood, and it made her want to just bust out her watercolors and put to use all the oranges and reds and yellows that she usually abandoned in favor of her heavier blues and blacks aesthetic.

But there was also a good deal of orders for Thanksgiving centerpieces that demanded her attention instead, and while the wreathes and cornucopias and other flowers were still interesting and fun to work with, she'd much rather be painting just then.

And having to shift some gears a little, thematically, when she came across at least one order that was distinctly Christmas flavored. Better than waiting until the last minute, though, she supposed.

Covent Garden is open!

Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [11/24].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat was pretty sure that the weirdness of the last weekend had skipped her over since she was, after all, still very much a teenager in physical age, but she was almost a little disappointed that she hadn't experienced it, especially since she had to sort of wonder if she would have been herself younger or...doubtful, but an interesting concept to consider...the tyrant as a teenager. Those memories had been so far back and distant that Tisarwat could barely even access them, so it made for an interesting thought exercise: what would Anaander Mianaai be like as a teenager? What kind of poetry would she write? Would she be startlingly normal, or would you be able to tell, even that young, that she was destined for so much more?

Considering that one time she'd turned into a kid for a weekend, though, Tisarwat figured it would have been a younger teenaged version of herself that she'd wind up as, before everything, before her eyes, before the Aptitudes, when she was just frivolous and honestly kind of silly, and so she was better off having stayed as she was now.

She wished the stereo would have skipped the whole theme, though, at least by today, since it seemed insistent on just playing bouncy teeny-bopper pop as if it didn't get the memo that the weekend was over...

Groovy Tunes is open!

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty stopped at the door of the bar when she got here today, braced herself for whatever Christmassy she was about to find.

It wasn't bad. Sure, there was a weird amount of mulled wine, but she could deal with that! It felt like a relief, which she knew meant they were in for it next week, but that was Future Kitty's problem.

SPECIALS
Mulled wine, I guess!


[Open!]

Diaz & ASS - Tuesday

[superjoanjett]

So. Jessica had a place to work and actual work to do thanks to her business contacts back in New York.

There was also someone who kept calling the office about a muffin recipe so Jessica was ignoring that phone for the rest of the day and texting Trish back home in the hope she wouldn't have to have an actual conversation with her.

Trish: You have to work Thanksgiving?
Jess: Yes.
Trish: Are you just saying that so you won't have to come home and deal with people wanting you to stand up and be a hero?
Jess: Yes.
Jess: And because your turkey is always dry and the stuffing sucks.
Trish: My turkey is delicious and it's dressing. Not stuffing. Stuffing is inside the bird, I cook it outside the turkey.
Jess: It's still gross

And that's when Jessica's phone started ringing.

So now there were two phones she was ignoring.

[Open for all your PI needs. Or if you're just bored.]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

The bar opened at its usual hour, but the plants were firmly outside of the axe range, and the spot at the piano was empty.

Tiny waited for about half an hour more, then shrugged his shoulders and got behind the bar.

Anyone asking about the Devil would get the same shrug tonight. He wasn't here, that was all Tiny knew.

[[ a mod your Nest night ]]