Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (2/12)

[notarockharpist]

Yasha... really did not want to be at work today. Not this close to a holiday that she -- well, she didn't hate it exactly. Maybe saying she resented it on principle was a better description, but that wasn't entirely accurate, and either way it was one more thing to bottle up and keep to herself until the next time she needed to rage in a fight. (Definitely not an ideal way to cope, but see if she cared.)

But... the flowers were beautiful, she couldn't deny that, and every time she came across a new kind that she hadn't seen before she would either take one and press it between the pages of her book if she could or (if, for instance, there weren't any to spare once an arrangement was done) at the very least finding out what they were so she could try and get a hold of some for her own purposes later.

It wasn't that she didn't have a loved one who ought to get flowers from her, it was just... there were a lot of factors making that complicated.

Not that the air of melancholy around Yasha ever seemed to dissipate, but it was a little more potent than usual today. No, she wouldn't be talking about it.

[OOC: I'm very sorry about my poor emo barbarian. Open... after I wake up, of course. *crawls off to bed to recover from being repeatedly bludgeoned in the face by feels for both the Sentinel Babes tonight, aughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*]

Turtle & Canary; Friday [02/12].

[white_oleander]

Astrid wasn't expecting it would be an issue, but she did get an official go-ahead to run a special that Friday that she was only doing because a part of her hoped that people would try to make really interesting appeals for the most basic stuff being potentially suited for the special.

Welcome to Turtle & Canary!
25% off all Last Minute Valentine's Day Gifts!

Someone please try to convince her that a bag of cotton swabs or a carton of eggs was crucial to your romantic gestures. Astrid needed some entertainment.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Pink
White
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Friday [02/12].

[special_rabbit]

Sure, Amaya was absolutely not a fan of this particular upcoming holiday, but she was of profits and making money, so she'd spent a better part of her week stocking up on all sorts of metal roses with different materials and techniques applied to make them varied and unique, enough of them that one might mistake the place for Covent Garden!

...well, okay, perhaps not, but there were a lot of metal roses, and she'd brushed up on some of her most basic and more eye-catchingly intricate weapons before putting the sandwich board outside the door to entice people to come on in and get their loved ones something from the Forge this weekend. Because nothing said 'I love you' like something sharp and pointy and stabby, right?

Ask Us About Our Valentine's Day Specials!
Metal Roses! Swords! Knives! Axes! And More!
(Sorry. No Anonymous Gifts)

The Forge is open!

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

There were piles of candy hearts around the Trooper Station today.

Which you might think were thematic given how Valentine's Day was this Sunday and all but...

"'Dancing on a loaf'? 'Sweat poo'?" Liam read out dubiously. Though, okay, the fact that someone had helpfully arranged 'Lubricant' and 'Buttock' next to each other made him snicker, and he was taking out his Global to send a picture of that to both Verity and Dominic.

[Open!]

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

After the quiet of the last few weeks in the warehouse, Rey figured that she could take some time to do something that required more concentration. Today she was running through forms with her staff, trying to adjust the movements for something with two ends, and it was going pretty well.

At least until a piece of wood came flying... well, not at her, but towards her, wide enough that she didn't even have to dodge it.

The woodchucks had returned, and one of them immediately fell over.

"...Have you been hanging out with the raccoons?" Rey asked.

Yes. The answer was yes.


[Open!]

Fandom Fire Station, Friday

[designateddadfriend]

The bags disappearing had been almost as strange as them appearing. Travis had carefully checked the closet three times to see if that generational internalized homophobia bag was still lurking somewhere.

It was, just, you know, metaphorically now.

Which was what Vic had assumed he was being when he'd tried to tell her about it. He didn't try to disabuse her of the notion. She was highly amused by his tale of having to put out an impromptu bonfire in the street outside the bar, while off duty and already several shots to the wind.

"You're going to have to go straight-edge," she teased.

"I would never!" Travis said. "But yeah, I might have to stop drinking."

She laughed, and it felt for a moment like things were normal again.

(Except magic existed and possibly the actual Devil was in town and the implications of that on Travis's generally pretty lapsed Christianity were something he didn't' want to examine too closely.)

But then the Station 19 alarm had rung and Vic had to go, and Travis was left slowly spinning around in the reception desk chair, wondering if he should, like. Try painting in here or something.

. . . Maybe he'd luck out and Lucifer would set something else on fire.

[so very open, omg]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

It was Friday night, the Nest was open, and the Devil was worried.

He was sublimating by interfering and fussing over Tiny's work all evening. Eventually, he just shoved Tiny out of the bar area entirely and dedicated himself to making a series of overly complicated cocktails.

About an hour after opening, they'd wind up on a tray on the bar, just waiting for someone to come grab one. They technically cost money, but Lucifer wasn't paying that much attention right now.

Tiny might have swept back in somewhere along the way, though.

Caritas- Saturday before 8:15 pm

[throughaphase]

Welcome to Caritas! Did you see the sign on the door tonight?

TONIGHT!
THREE MINUTE DATES

Of course if you were also too distracted or whatever to notice it, who could really blame you? It could just be a busy night at the bar, where Tino was taking signups for the event tonight, willingly or not.

A couple minutes before 8:00, Kitty stopped the zombie band and took the stage as a "THREE MINUTE DATES" banned unfurled behind her. So if you hadn't noticed before now, too late!

"Good evening, everyone! Welcome to Caritas for yet another night of Three Minute Dates!" Kitty greeted them. "If you don't know how this event works, it's simple: your name will get called with another name. You find each other, talk for three minutes, and then this shiny gong sounds and it's on to round two. You'll do this five times. And you might be thinking, 'three minutes isn't enough time to get to know someone,' you're right! That's why the bar will be open afterwards for you to maybe find someone you clicked with and get to know them better-"

Someone- Tino? Hopefully not a zombie- wolf whistled.

"-Whatever 'getting to know them' means to you," Kitty added. "You've still got about a minute to add your name but not enough time to flee the bar!"


[[Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. Feel free to go a little over but don't get carried away. You have other dates to get to! A regular bar post will go up later, and you can absolutely finish things up on Sunday!

OCD a'coming! Do not ping unless you're Bridgey. OCD is up! Go forth and date!]