Turtle & Canary; Monday [03/08].

[somethingwithturquoise]

It was quiet in the store that day.

Like, really quiet, to the point where Summer almost felt a little suspicious about it, but, overall, she decided that these days were rare and she really needed to embrace them when they came to her. Everything was so chill that she even managed to sweep through her inventory and orders for the day relatively quickly, which meant a good portion of her way was spent at the counter, dicking around on her phone and falling down various internet rabbit holes while Apu swept the store for probably the third time since she got there.

Eventually, she found herself searching for various different bows online and considering how she said she was going to take up archery that one time. Maybe she could find a really cute pink one? Or maybe that was a little too on brand? Did Amaya make bows? Were there bows that could, like, shoot mini-axes instead of arrows?

This. This was why it was usually better when things weren't so quiet in the store, really...

Today's Squishy Flavors
Apple
Cotton Candy
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Diaz & Ass.; Monday [03/08].

[died8yearsago]

The rate of lobster-related incidents seemed to have gone down a little, but Rosa was not exactly about to let her guard down, to be lured into a false sense of lobster-free security. But if it was finally starting to peter out into its natural end, she wouldn't complain.

Well, actually, she might. She sort of hated it, but she also liked having something to keep her on her toes since last week, even if it was supremely stupid.

But speaking of stupid, she had some emails to sort through, and one she almost immediately deleted on sight because it was the same person who contacted her about that Tootonabon case, but the subject line read: DOES NOT INVOLVE CHICKENS I PROMISE, so it had her intrigue.

Can you prove it? was all she sent back.

And when the response came back later with some definitiely not chicken-related photographs, she definitely had something new to keep her mind off of lobsters.

Diaz & Ass. is open!

Devil's Nest | Monday Night

[defenderofdesmoines]

Today, Annie was being extremely productive at work. She was doing research. For a work thing, even.

"Do you like the kind of straws that spell a word?" she asked Tiny. "Or is that, like, too much?"

Tiny offered no opinions, but Annie kind of decided that was too much. Especially since the whole reason she was looking into fun straws in the first place was because she'd met a baby alien who seemed to like them.

Trooper Station, Monday, March 8, 2021

[grenadesandohana]

Steve's leg was much better, so he had it propped up on Danny's chair mostly to be a jerk rather than reallyneeding it. He was doing research today, too--financial crimes and how to hide huge sums of money in off-shore accounts and also how much space, say, $18 million would take up in a hole in the ground.

Matt Williams, you were giving Steve stress.

The Trooper Station was open and productive today!

The beach, Monday afternoon

[betterthanaplan]

As appealing as the idea of staying in bed for a week was, Duke couldn't go quite that long without getting restless. Even if his head was still full of doubts and concerns and self-recriminations about the last two months two weeks while.

Spending time on the boat, noticing what things were missing or had changed, mostly just made him think about how Lucifer and Octavia had been stuck there while he was gone. He needed to get out and move around. He wasn't quite up to heading into town, he didn't think, so he headed out along the beach, enjoying the sunshine and warmer weather, and trying to ignore how much they reminded him of Haven's unseasonable warmth from when he left.

He stopped to watch the water for a moment, and on a whim reached his arms up and back, stretching through his core. He'd fallen out of his yoga habit in Haven, too preoccupied with -- literally everything -- and the movement felt like slipping back into his own skin.

. . . He needed a better metaphor for that.

He threw himself into a fun sun salutation, working slowly through the familiar movements and pausing here and there to rock back and forth into the various stretches, easing stiff and knotted muscles. It'd take more (a lot more) to pull him properly out of his own head, but at least he could start working out the aches his misadventure had left him with.

The porgs hanging out by the rocks paused to watch, burbling to each other in satisfaction. They'd missed their bendy sailor. His downward dog made for a fantastic jungle gym, after all.

[open!]

Caritas, Monday

[1000yearstoolate]

Despite a rather quiet party evening, where she had realised that just being a Vendaai wasn't enough advertising for a party, Seivarden still had a bit of a headache, since she had ended up having too many mimosas, which, she had also discovered, didn't go quite well with pizza rolls.

Following Summer's suggestion from last week, she decided to look up a new special, this time the real version and not the jello one.

Today's Special
Moscow Mule

 

She had hoped for a quiet evening, since Mondays usually were, but Tino decided to take this very quiet evening as an excuse to sing karaoke. Seicarden cursed the uselessness of Earth painkillers for her headache, and wished she had brought earplugs.

[Open and OCD-free]