Turtle & Canary; Monday [02/08].

[somethingwithturquoise]

There was nothing quite like an egregiously normal Monday to really throw things into perspective for Summer how wild the last few weeks had kind of been, leaving her with a stark reminder that she really did prefer that go-go-go madness of having away too many things she wanted to squeeze into too few days, but she supposed a day of normalcy was good, she could just go about her usual business at the store while contemplating whether, in the rush of everything, making a deal with her mother to finally introduce them to Barry in exchange for skipping out on therapy last weekend was a big, big mistake.

She had time to figure out a way to get out of it, anyway, since this weekend was Valentine's Day, and yeah, no (though she did need to figure out if she was more on board with the idea that it was their first Valentine's Day, so clearly they needed to go all out, or if they should just be completely over it because it was just a highly commercialized Hallmark holiday meant to turn emotions into an oppressively capitalist venture; ugh! It was just so hard to choose!), and then spring break was coming up, too, and she supposed she could shove it in there before the trip, but then if...(ugh, when) things went spectacularly bad, that could put a damper on the trip.

Or, if/when things went spectacularly bad, a spring break trip would be a great way to try to forget about everything, too.

UGH. And this is why she liked shoving so many things into her week that she could barely stop to think about things, even when one of those things was designed to think about things. Because thinking about things without the aid of sangria and a friend suuuuucked.

Whatever, Summer, just focus on trying to wrangle in these orders so the store didn't wind up looking pinker than both her and Shunsui's wardrobe combined by the end of this week...

Because you knew that was so going to happen.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Chocolate Cherry
Raspberry
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Diaz & Ass., Monday [02/08].

[died8yearsago]

Rosa had had a busy albeit handwavey weekend, chasing down more clues on this case that had captured her imagination and her drive in a way that nothing really had in a long, long time. It was complicated, elaborate, it lead her all across the Eastern seaboard, and she still had so many loose ends and wild leads that it was really time to settle into the office, pour over some of her evidence, and hopefully start narrowing things down toward a final conclusion...

...which were all leading her to...a chicken.

"Goddammit."

Because why would it be anything else, right? Rosa sighed, stretched her back a little, cracked her neck in a few different directions and rolled her shoulders, and leaned in to pursued through them again. Maybe she missed something. Maybe there was something else.

But they all kept leading her to chickens.

"Ugh."

And part of her couldn't help feeling that it was still better than nothing.

Diaz & Ass. is open!

Devil's Nest | Monday Night

[defenderofdesmoines]

There had been a shipment of little cocktail umbrellas today, and given their abundance, Annie was happily putting them in everything.

Beer? Cocktail umbrella.

Straight bourbon? Cocktail umbrella.

Glass of water? Cocktail umbrella.

There was also, naturally, one in Annie's hair - though Tiny had declined when she'd offered one to him.

Caritas, Monday

[1000yearstoolate]

After a busy, if enjoyable, weekend, with the party on Saturday and Prompto hosting a Puppy Bowl gathering in her apartment, Seivarden was in a good mood. For some reason she picked this to be a beer night.

She didn't particularly like beer herself, but a lot of people did, so she arranged a display of the selection available behind the bar. Those who wanted draught would have to ask Tino.

Today's special
Beer. Any kind.

[Open, no OCD.]

Atlas Gym, Monday (2/8)

[notallbluemonks]

So apparently somebody, and Beau had no idea who, had a bunch of promotional protein shaker bottles they wanted to have distributed -- as she discovered when an apathetic looking delivery person showed up first thing in the morning to have her sign for them.

"Dude, I'm not fuckin' signing for something I don't know anything about," she objected, glaring at the guy.

"That's not my problem," he informed her in a bored tone.

Beau ended up making him let her rip open the little plastic pouch on the outside of the box to look at the invoice, just to find out what was in the box, before she finally (grudgingly) signed for it.

So now the front desk had a bunch of bottles lined up all around the edge, all of them advertising something called Acme, and a sign taped underneath them that said TAKE THESE OFF MY HANDS (this is not an endorsement). Also Beau, behind the desk at her computer, furiously researching what the hell this Acme company was.

Results were maddeningly inconclusive; you could tell by the way she occasionally made a frustrated noise, shut the laptop, and went over to beat the hell out of a punching bag for a little bit before she went back to her attempted sleuthing.

[OOC: It's my WFH week and I have even less of a concept of time than usual. Whoops.]

The Perk- Monday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

It was cold outside and Rey hated that. You know where it wasn't cold? Inside this nice, warm coffee shop. So after training, she ducked in on the way back to her apartment, deciding she could just drink her coffee and maybe people watch for a while.

Unfortunately she didn't bring anything else to do with her, and she wasn't addicted to her phone enough to find something on there, so she was trying very hard not to listen in on one barista telling the other about a fight she had with her boyfriend. Trying very, very hard.

If anyone would like to help there, they'd be more than welcome.


[Another boring work day so I'm taking the opportunity to make an open post *gasp*. Open!]

Monday: Covent Garden Flowers

[mylandmyrules]

"No, no, no," Nell protested trying to block the doorway. "We're a flower shop, not a powder shop."

"Ma'am," the delivery woman replied, with the kind of cranky voice and attitude that said nobody had better mess with her again, "This is the address I was given and after all the trouble I went through to get these packages around these streets without even the decency of an actual car... Well, you can be damn sure I'm not taking them back with me. I don't even care if you sign for them or not. Now stand back and let me bring them in or I'll just start throwing them. Somewhere."

At your head, through a window... Nell was pretty sure that was the subtext going on there, so she moved back reluctantly and let the woman bring in the thirteen cases of scented body powder.

The flowers were all craning their stems to see what was going on and the monkey faced orchids were hooting with laughter by the time all thirteen cases had been piled mostly out of the way in the back room.

Nell looked at the stack and shook her head. "I'd better leave a note about this."

Trooper Station, Monday, February 8, 2021

[grenadesandohana]

Steve had gotten ambushed by the Bee Lady on his way into the office and had managed to lose her by taking a few quick detours through back alleys and also a rose bush.

So he was a little late (well, for Steve, which was still ten minutes early) and a little annoyed, and that was why the Troopers were currently out running laps.

Maybe they'd run into the Bee Lady, too!

The Trooper Station was open.