Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [02/09].

[white_oleander]

Well. It was definitely the week before Valentine's Day! Astrid felt like she was not only drowning in orders that needed to be put together ahead of schedule (she certainly felt sorry for whoever was working later in the week when all the last minute orders came in), but she was also drowning in an excess of pink, red, and white flowers that seemed to have arrived just in time. Forget wrangling them all together for bouquets and arrangements; she felt she needed to wrangle them all together just to make space.

But she did actually like the work, and sometimes, she wished there were more days like this, because having a seemingly endless list of orders (who were they even all for? There weren't even this many people on this island, and probably not even the surrounding area, either!) meant she could just focus on putting out good work, sneaking in her own little touches and the requisite oleanders, and just get through a day without having to think about too much except for creating beautiful things. Which was never a bad way to spend a day, even if it was a bit much.

Covent Garden is open!

Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [02/09].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat came over to the shop that day to find that someone had left a box of unmarked cassette tapes at the door. She had no idea why, though she imagined they were just trying to get rid of them, but she also had no idea what she was supposed to do with them, either.

Except maybe go through them all and listen to them to see what might be on them.

Some of them were blank, most of them seemed to be badly recorded mix tapes, and she was pretty sure the ones that had just spoken word in deep tones in languages she didn't understand were probably best left alone.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

With Three Minute Dates coming up, Kitty was trying out some recipes she'd found, thinking maybe she could have them after event this time around.

Which also had her googling whether there was a drink name of something like "Let's just be friends," because she knew how 3MD usually went.

SPECIALS
Floating on Cloud 9
Cupid's Arrow


[Open!]

Wellspring Arms | Tuesday

[flourish_or_perish]

When Faye slouched her way into work today, it was after making a stop at Chilly Boulder.

Some people would say that an enormous chocolate milkshake was not a normal thing to bring to one's job at the gun store, particularly in the middle of February.

And those people would be right, but Faye had had a craving, and really she wanted ice cream but since that didn't travel as well or involve a straw, she'd settled for a shake.

She'd be over here behind the counter, with that gigantic shake and her phone, the absolute portrait of retail professionalism.

[open]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

The weekend after the party had been perfectly fine, bar that little spot of Octavia jumping ahead and blurting something out that Lucifer hadn't intended to come out just yet, and so Lucifer was just fine, and not at all working on a revised list of Valentine's Day orders more in line with reality.

Between side-eyeing Tiny's sudden fondness for the strawberry vodka and finding himself drawn to playing Robbie Williams tracks of all things, well.

At least he was distracted.

"If a man could be his own fantasy, then to only breed in captivity is pointless; I've been doing what I like, when I like, how I like, it's joyless..." Deep breath. "Since you went away, my heart breaks everyday. You don't know 'cause you're not there..."

The Perk | Tuesday Afternoon

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie didn't really have anything better to do today after her training than to head to the Perk - it was cold enough out that there was a certain appeal to getting something cozy to sip on and doing some people-watching.

And once she had a latte and had picked out a chair to curl up in, she was all set to screw around on her phone for awhile when she made the mistake of glancing at a table with some discarded reading material on it. And there, with yesterday's newspaper and a Dan Brown paperback she'd continue ignoring, sat a pristine, hardcover copy of Extra-Ordinary: My Life as Number Seven, by Vanya Hargreeves.

"....what." Annie actually looked around the shop like this might be some kind of prank, or something? Maybe whoever had left it here was still here? But it was empty except for her and the baristas (who took exactly zero interest in her, so, probably not their book) before her gaze returned to the book.

And on the one hand, she was very proud of herself for how long she stayed in her seat, just eyeing the book from across the way and then trying to go back to her phone. She had Queen Maeve's Instagram to check - a book about her boyfriend's incredibly-messed up childhood, written by his estranged sister? Pff, not nearly as interesting as what Maeve had for breakfast, okay?

On the other...it really didn't matter how long she ignored the book, because she ultimately did reach over and pick it up. She didn't open it right away, but...okay, she could look at the cover a little, since she had never seen a picture of Vanya and that was a legitimate thing to be interested in. And maybe there was, like, a blurb on the back? (And then she would get rid of it. Because this thing seemed like it was placed here specifically to tempt her.)

(And maybe she'd read the inside dust jacket flap, okay.)

(But that was it.)

[Waiting for one in particular but it's an open coffee shop, yo.]