Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [01/12].

[white_oleander]

Things were pretty quiet for Astrid in the shop that day, which suited her just fine, because that meant she could get a lot of drawing and painting done, all the while thinking it had been a long time since she changed the wall in her room, but she hadn't really felt inspired by anything enough to change it. That was, on the one hand, probably a good thing, since the wall was a way of her working through various traumas, but it also felt a little sad, almost as if she'd been stuck in a rut of some sorts, that nothing worthy of being plastered on a wall had been happening to her lately.

Which was, again, a good thing.

So it was a quiet, reflective day...except for the brief moment of activity when she pretty much spent a good hour of her day trying to talk down a very panicked customer who thought today was February 12th and not January 12th and was desperately trying to get a Valentine's Day gift before it was too late.

Covent Garden is open!

Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [01/12].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

It seemed that the big task of the day was to untangle the almost impressive massive mess of wired headphones that had somehow manifested on the countertop overnight. An arduous and frustrating and seemingly endless task that left Tisarwat more convinced than ever that this world would be so much better if they just developed and embraced implant technology already.

Wireless headphones were a step in the right direction, though, and their existence made Tisarwat wonder if she should just give up on the untangling and toss the wired ones out for good.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

"Huh."

Kitty had not been wearing a feather boa when she walked into the bar, but the second she stepped inside, there it was, around her neck. Tino had one, too, so apparently this was just a thing that was happening today.

Which also meant that Kitty had to try some experiments, by walking in phased and not phased, and discovered that anytime she did unphase, another boa would show up. You know what, she was going with it.

Caritas was open, and fab.


[Yep, I've decided if you walk in, you get a feather boa. You can take it off. I need silly.]

Wellspring Arms | Tuesday

[flourish_or_perish]

Faye had not been a little kid this past weekend, which was probably best for everyone. It was not, actually, a great thing for her mood, though, because it had gotten Faye thinking - about who she was, who she'd been, and what that little girl might have been like.

She was still pensive when she headed into work today, though at least that was easy enough to put on hold once she saw that a fair number of the guns were still transformed into water pistols.

So, she posted up behind the counter with two of them, because for once her trigger-happiness seemed like it might be kind of funny instead of scary, at least. And if she didn't get to be a kid again, she should at least be allowed to immaturely act like one.

Fandom Post Office, January 12 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

Éponine could not for the life of her say how it had started, but it looked like some of the mail snails were having a race -- egged on by the gremlins, maybe, but she wouldn't swear to it.

In any case, it certainly seemed to have gotten the snails into an energetic mood, so if that was your shipping rate of choice today... you were getting a little bit more for your money than usual.

[OOC: I got nothing.]

The Perk, Late Tuesday Morning

[okteiviakom]

Things were back to normal, as much as they ever were on Fandom. And that meant Octavia had space in her mind to go back to obsessing thinking about her upcoming camping trip with Duke. She still needed to go by the book store, or hit the mainland, to get the book she wanted to take with her, but on top of that --

Well, Duke was handling everything they actually needed. And she wanted to pull her weight. Maybe surprise him with something special. Hopefully something meaningful, even. But coming up with something wasn't turning out to be all that easy.

So she'd walked across town to the Perk, hoping to clear her mind. The large black coffee and the extravagant muffin the size of her fist were probably supposed to help somehow, too.

But as she sat by the window, was she now frowning at her phone while googling 'fun things to take with you to go camping'? Yes, she was.

She wasn't proud.

[ooc: Open, yes yes.]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"Please tell me you weren't a child as well," Lucifer sighed. "If so, I dodged a bullet."

Tiny grunted the grunt of a man who did not want to discuss it, whatever it was, if there was even an 'it' to begin with.

"Fair enough."

At least tonight's piano theme had very little to do with childhood.