Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (1/15)

[notarockharpist]

One of the perks of this job (beside the obvious flowers), Yasha had decided, was the books that Lucille kept loaning her. Every now and then, as a break from her other duties, she'd take a few minutes to herself and read a chapter or so. And these last few books... they were dark, yet somehow still beautiful, and she was fascinated by that.

(That seemed to appeal to her. For some reason.)

She'd worn the black flower crown that Liam had left outside her door a couple of weeks ago, sort of worked into her braids a bit along with a few small, delicate blue flowers that she'd just discovered were called "Storm Clouds."

That was appropriate, she felt.

Anyhow, as she usually did on Fridays, she got very engrossed in the arrangements she was making, which didn't make the phone calls that occasionally jolted her out of her creative haze and interrupted her work any more appealing to her socially-averse self. Phone calls were still the worst.


[OOC: Having real Feelings about a bit of a quote from this girl last night. Anyway, open.]

Turtle & Canary; Friday [01/15].

[white_oleander]

Astrid had swung by to check her mail before heading into the store that day, and she'd actually found the letter she had anticipated receiving. That didn't mean she was actually ready to deal with it, and so a good part of her shift was spent staring at the envelop in her hand, addressed to her, with the neat little logo in the corner identifying the Department of Child Support Services of California as the sender.

She was pretty sure she knew what it said inside without having to open it.

She was still incredibly reluctant to open it.

Schrödinger's Emancipation.

With a deep breath, after a while, she finally tucked it away, insider the pages of her sketchbook, unopened, and tried to focus on other tasks for a little bit, working with a focus and eagerness that mostly left Apu feeling suspicious, like she wasn't ever a good worker around here when she wanted to be. She was pretty sure as long as she left the sweeping to him, she wasn't trying to edge in on his territory too much, and it would be fine.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Fresh Squeezed Orange Juice
Strawberry Ice Cream
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Caritas | Friday

[sith_said]

Now, Cait didn't actually need to sleep, being a plush-cat who wasn't all plushie on the inside, so other than when The Boss (who was decidedly not the one paying him to 'work' at the bar) decided he needed some maintenance and, even that, was less sleep and more shut down or offline.

That absolutely wasn't stopping Cait from dragging in a cat bed he'd liberated from Furnado, placing it on top of the bar, and collapsing in it as if he were, you know, dying.

It was entirely worth it just to hear Tino grumble about how he had to do everything about here.

"Ye mostly certainly dae!" Cait said cheerfully and went back to theatrically dying.

Caritas is Open!

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

Another Friday, another too-quiet day at the Trooper Station. Which, honestly, Liam was fine with that. Even if the quiet days often built up to something dramatic.

He was just settling in for what looked to be a paperwork-filled shift when the phone rang.

“No, I’m pretty sure lawn decorations are allowed. Calling it ‘criminally ugly’ does not actually make having a T-Rex statue in your front yard a crime. Sorry.”

Such excitement!

Theodoric of York | Friday Evening

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie had had kind of A Week. She'd been a child over the weekend (which hadn't actually been that hard on her, until she'd had to deal with the sprinkle situation on Monday), and then there had been the whole thing with her boyfriend getting shot (calling it a bullet graze surprisingly did not make it better!), and she'd also had to teach class today and now her neck kind of hurt from holding an encyclopedia on her head for awhile. (And whose dumb idea had that been, Annie?)

Anyway. Annie was a girl who got her nails done regularly anyway, but it had felt even more necessary than normal today. And in her unending quest to get Rey to enjoy the girlier, dumber things in life, she'd invited her along.

And now Annie was sitting with her feet under a little UV lamp, letting the paint on her toes dry as she flipped through a magazine and admired her newly-shellacked fingers. "It's not too much, is it?" Her nails were a slightly darker shade of pink this time, so...no, they were not too much. (She'd gone for a much more bold fuchsia on her toes, though! Daring.)

[for she who is narratively mentioned but it's an open spa for all your spa needs, too!]

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

Rey was glaring at the rock wall this week.

She'd given herself a sort of Force project over this last week, trying to figure out the right way to tackle it, and it was going... okay. Definitely not as well as she would prefer. And when she didn't get something right away, she got frustrated, which was why by a week later, she was glaring at a rock wall like it had done something to her personally and not like she'd probably be fine if she just got over herself.

Maybe she should go back to climbing it for fun and not as a thing for a bit.


[Open!]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had just left New York after that altercation with Miss Jones' adversaries a few hours ago, and he was already considering going back. Duke and Octavia were camping, and more power to them and the insects and the mud and the twigs and the everything, but he was already dreading the boredom of the weekend.

After escaping it yesterday, yes.

For now, playing thematic piano pop would just have to do. Maybe tomorrow he'd head back out and just make a nice, quiet weekend out of it.