Turtle & Canary; Monday [01/25].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer had missed most of the weekend, as it fell on one of her weekends back home, but she'd caught the tail end of it, a little bit, and was relieved to find that there were no ghosts in her apartment, that seemed to definitely be a Stark thing, but Pancakes was talking. Which was great the last time that happened, but when Summer got all excited about them getting high together again to contemplate the universe or whatever, because that had seriously been the best, Pancakes got all offended and spent the rest of the evening lecturing Summer on proper behavior and being a lady and even having the audacity to tell her that pink really did clash with redhair.

Like, the nerve!

So this talking Pancakes was way less fun than the last one, and Summer was incredibly relieved to be woken up to the insistent sounds of meowing instead of words, even though Pancakes had woken her up to be fed despite the significant amount of food already sitting in her food dish.

At least she knew things were back to normal, right?

So it was off to the store to take care of things like normal, get a few stories from Apu about what she'd missed, do a major restocking of the alcohol section with plenty of bottom shelf options, because...yeah, yeah, pretty big driver lately there, for some reason...and generally just sort of contemplate some of the things that had been brought up in the counselling session with Dr. Wong that weekend, a few perspectives on things she hadn't really considered before that needed some major consideration.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Apple (Not Poisoned!)
Rapunzel lettuce
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Diaz & Ass., Monday [01/25].

[died8yearsago]

Rosa had definitely considered not going down to the office today; in fact, she had considered going down to the causeway, hopping on her bike, and spending a good few days as far from this island as it would take her after she woke up that morning and remembered the events of the weekend.

But...getting on her bike and driving as far as it would take her would be actually acknowledging the events of the weekend, and Rosa decided that, instead, she was going to just lean very hard into the idea that none of it had happened. You couldn't ignore something by running away from it.

So it was just a normal Monday, following a normal weekend, it was totally normal for her to put whiskey in her coffee in the morning, and she was just going to check her emails and start scouring some databases for some cases or resources like normal, and if anyone even thought of singing, she was probably going to throw a stapler at them.

Diaz & Ass. is open!

And normal!

Community Center Class: Castletopia: A Castle For You! For You? For You!!! | Monday

[bookbeltof_love]

It was, like, deeply tragic that she'd gotten side tracked by one of her many jobs and hadn't been able to be out and about nearly as much as she'd wanted to over the weekend because, like, the weekend radios were a treat.

Alas.

She still wasn't sure, honestly, if the mice had been impacted by the weekend or not and, really, it didn't matter—she'd gotten a super cute hair style out of it and had spent time with her dad and those were the things that really mattered.

"Goooooooooooood eeeeeeeeeveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeniiiiiiiing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she said brightly, beaming at everyone that showed up down at the construction site for her class. The spectral blue outline of her castle looked really great against the night sky, in her opinion.

"Hot drinks are in the tent and, like, otherwise today we're finishing what we didn't get done of the foundation last time and then we'll be getting started on the first part that will make it really feel like we're building a castle!!!!!!!!!!!! The walls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Remember to follow the yellow lines and if you can't remember the spells, just let me know and I'll walk you through a refresher!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gear up and get to work!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Devil's Nest | Monday Night

[defenderofdesmoines]

Another weekend, another subsequent Monday where Annie was at work with her hood up.

She was keeping her head down, practicing making martinis (with the added benefit of being able to drink them, duh, she really needed that after this weekend) and avoiding Tiny.

Which worked for awhile until Tiny started whistling. And since he'd never done that before, Annie couldn't help but feel that it was obviously pointed, and that he had somehow heard about the weekend.

So, she'd be over here, hiding on a barstool, nursing a not-half-bad martini and avoiding her fellow bartender, who was just being mean.

Trooper Station, Monday, January 25, 2021

[grenadesandohana]

Right. So...that was a weekend that Steve was going to repress.

Like that other weekend.

And...that other, other weekend.

If you thought that Steve might be running out of places to repress things, well, you didn't know Steve McGarrett very well. He was in the office with his dress uniform jacket, neurotically polishing his medals and making sure his award pins were in their correct places.

Raccoons might want to give the station a wide berth for a while. McGarrett held grudges.

Caritas, Monday

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden had opened her window on Saturday, looked outside and then decided to watch entertainments in bed with Issa for the rest of the weekend. This meant she was a bit restless, even after a long workout at the gym in the morning.

"Tino, if Summer can make those jello shots, why can't I make surprise shots?"

Seivarden decided he was just being obnoxious and continued mixing whatever she had on hand in shot glasses and lined them up on the bar.

Today's special
Surprise shots
Pick one at random and get one free

Then she realised it felt uncomfortable, an a while later she remembered that not too long ago she would happily had downed most of these, just because it was cheap alcohol. She crossed her arms, uncrossed them, then pulled out her phone. There had to be some ridiculous movie clips to distract her.