Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (2/5)

[notarockharpist]

This year, Yasha was a little more prepared for the impending holiday, so while you couldn't say that she went into work prepared to handle a more hectic day of business than usual, she at least went in aware of and resigned to it. Still, she was a bit more snappish than usual on the phone with some of the more strident customers, and less enthusiastic than she might ordinarily be while giving people suggestions on what flowers they should choose.

Not that she found the entire idea of Valentine's Day off-putting -- she thought it was pretty sweet, actually -- but it was entirely too depressing, if you asked her. Which would not be a recommended course of action.

[OOC: Yes, I am fairly calm about reacting to this week's new canon. No, I do not expect that to be true of next week...]

Turtle & Canary; Friday [02/05].

[white_oleander]

Considering how radio had gone, Astrid was almost a little disappointed to come into the store for her shift and not find anything raccoon related waiting for her. In fact, there really wasn't much of anything going on, which was nice. For a brief moment, she started to worry that this might mean something worse coming along the way, but she'd also been here long enough to decide to just enjoy it while she can, soak up the relative peace of the day while it lasted, and get a lot of new raccoon postcards added to the box.

All the while thinking maybe she should probably start checking some of those voicemails piling up in her phone.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Chocolate Fondue
Nutella
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [02/05].

[special_rabbit]

Amaya knew that she'd be pretty much up to her eyeballs in forging metal roses all next week, because they seemed popular enough, even if they were for the mushy holiday she'd rather ignore the existence of, so today, she was going to dedicate herself to a project just for her, something that would be fun and interesting and challenging...

...and ridiculous, of course.

It had been a while since she'd worked on a good chain whip, after all, and that called for just the kind of work that would fit the bill for her mood today before hunkering in on metal flowers.

The Forge is open!

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

It had been one of those weeks where all of a sudden it felt like things had started snapping into place for Rey. Or at the very least, some things started making sense. That one Kylo Ren conversation did still bother her, too, when she wasn't busy enough to have her guard up, so she was staying busy and trying to focus more. Maybe push herself a little.

Which was why she was running through Form IV on a flat portion of the obstacle course so she could practice doing jumps off of it in the middle of the form. Which was actually going surprisingly well in that she hadn't broken anything yet.


[Open!]

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

A watermelon plant had replaced the water cooler, today.

When Liam questioned it, all he got was a shrug from Ralph and an explanation that he couldn’t make it work in his apartment.

“Where do you even live, anyway?” Liam asked. “Any of you? I don’t see your information in the directory.”

Ralph and Calvin just shrugged, and Hugo sidled out of the room, muttering something about going to catalog evidence.

[ooc I have very little work to do today. so open!]

Fandom Fire Station, Friday

[designateddadfriend]

Travis lay sprawled on the floor of the garage, between the absurdly tiny fire engine and the absurdly tiny ladder truck (both of which had been tuned up and cleaned within an inch of their lives). He stared up at the ceiling, trying to rationalize abandoning this backwards-ass town and going back to Seattle, where maybe he had to pull an old man's balls out of his shower chair on a regular basis, but at least things made sense.

He was homesick. He could admit that. "I'm homesick." See?

"I miss my team. Andy and Maya and Jack and Ben and Robert and Dean and Vic...." He missed Andy's soap opera personal life and Maya's insane competitive drive. He missed Jack's ridiculous foundling family and Ben's ridiculous attempts to make the job he loved less terrifying for the woman he loved. He missed parties on Dean's houseboat and Vic's singing. "... And Pruitt." He missed Pruitt's--he missed Pruitt. "I'm going to miss Pruitt's funeral.

"But if I leave, these people are screwed." If he left, this town wouldn't have a fire station. It was a minor miracle the entire place hadn't burned down, even if the mayor did insist that "these people have a way of handling things themselves", whatever that meant. "Of course, the only life I've saved all week was a raccoon's. Who was probably fine anyway. Maybe they really don't need me."

He pressed a hand to his collar, where his shiny new lieutenant bars were supposed to be pinned. "I can't believe that bastard stole my bars." He let his hand flop back to the floor. "And now I'm talking to myself. You see what you've done to me, Fandom?" He squinted, staring into the rafters. "... Is that a squirrel nest?"

[open! Not sure what OCD I would use on these just yet....]

Caritas | Friday

[sith_said]

Cait wasn't entirely sure he was staying for his whole shift.

Sure, he was a terrible employee but he usually did stay for the whole shift when he bothered to show up so leaving would mark a new level of terrible but…

But…

Did he really have to put up with this?

"Tino…," he said slowly and hating that he had to ask this, but he needed to know: "Whaur is yer sark?"

Tino, shirtless Tino, just shrugged at him.

Cait edged as far away from him as possible. These were dire times.

Caritas is Open!

[And OCD-free!]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm incredibly done with this," Lucifer informed Tiny on his way in. Not without reason: he had seen that hand going for the rum, and he wasn't having it. "Jack Daniels only tonight."

Tiny eyed him.

"On specials," Lucifer clarified, rolling his eyes.

Tiny sighed and obligingly went over to make the sign.

TONIGHT'S SPECIAL:
JACK DANIELS
and any drink
containing
a measure of Jack

There. Much better.

"And I am continuing this Frank Sinatra theme at the piano," he added, and did just that.