Turtle & Canary; Monday [03/01].

[somethingwithturquoise]

With a toothpick carefully nestled between her teeth (look...that toothpick saved her life; if it wasn't for that toothpick, she'd be a horrible exploded mess on the gross floor of some shitty tunnel in space somewhere; that toothpick was here to stay...even if it wasn't always going to factor explicitely into the narrative), Summer set to the task of getting back into the routine after a vacation, doing her inventory and orders, and just kind of marveling over how they still managed to move a lot of product even when most of the island's residence were gone for a full week.

Which worked out great, because it meant not having to come back to a bunch of milk about to expire or whatever, but...

...actually, no, they still had a lot of milk that was getting close to the expiration date, so Summer just whipped up a sign to put in the window.

Welcome to Turtle & Canary!
It's National Milk Day!
50% off all milk!

A sign that, apparently, earned her a disparaging look from Apu and a lecture on how you couldn't just make up holidays.

"You make up holidays all the time!" Summer protested.

Which only lead to more lectures and how he didn't make them up, these were sacred institutions that you couldn't mess with, and, besides, National Milk Day already existed, and she'd missed it, and it was on January 11th!

Summer just rolled her eyes. "Then we time traveled, okay? It's actually not March 1st, it's January 11th. Happy Janauary 11th and National Milk Day, Apu. Time is just a social construct, anyway."

Boy, it felt good to be back.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Chocolate Milkshake
Vanilla Ice Cream
Red

Turtle & Canary is open.

Diaz & Ass., Monday [03/01].

[died8yearsago]

Rosa had definitely put off dealing with whatever might be waiting for her in the office since getting back, though she wasn't sure what would be worse: if she was absolutely going to drown in stupid emails, or if there were absolutely none of them.

Actually, no, she took that back. Having none would be great. That was definitely the better of the two, so after she made herself some coffee and got settled behind her desk and pissed around on her phone with some stupid match-three game for a little while, she finally set the phone aside, leaned in, and switched the computer on.

Disappointed that it actually did turn on and didn't explode (which would have at least been interesting), she did have some messages to get through, but it wasn't a lot, and none of them involved either chickens or lobsters (she was really expecting at least a few things on that last one), so, all in all, it seemed like a pretty good start to the day, and now to just weed through what was too stupid to bother with and what might actually be worth some attention.

Diaz & Ass. is open!

Devil's Nest | Monday Night

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie was tan, content and...relatively relaxed, all things considered, after her trip to Hawaii. (There had only been one murder drone, and yet so much more luau/surfing/laying on the beach, you know?)

"Did you have a nice break?" she greeted Tiny, immediately grabbing some ice, Curacao and the blender in a way that had Tiny heading for the other end of the bar before she even finished her sentence. Before she could even think about taking out her phone and showing him a damn picture.

Oh well. She was going to make Blue Hawaiians her drink special, and pretend it wasn't rainy and gross outside, sigh.

Trooper Station, Monday, March 1, 2021

[grenadesandohana]

The only thing that surprised the Troopers when they learned Steve had been shot on vacation was that he was expecting them to be surprised that he was shot on vacation.

"I am not disaster prone," he muttered as he declared the workout to be Arm Day and made everyone do pull ups for an hour.

Ralph muttered something about shooting Steve himself next time, but was prepared to blame it on Calvin if asked about it.

The Trooper Station was open! And sulky.

Caritas, Monday

[1000yearstoolate]

It had been a relief to have a bed to herself since she got back, and not to have to swear at a bunch of other roommates. Seivarden was still a bit undecided if the teaching had been worth having to endure that, but every other aspect of the trip had been good, and although she hadn't have to stay in the Undergarden at Athoek station while Breq had been there, having stayed behind at Mercy of Kalr, she had still had to make to with the simpler accommodation available on the station, which was at least comparable when crowded.

Today's special
Gin & Tonic

She didn't feel like being creative.

[OCD-free. Busy day.]