Turtle & Canary; Friday [03/12].

[white_oleander]

There were many, many times when Astrid came into work at either of her jobs, and just sort of felt there were forces at work well beyond her understanding that made these sorts of things happen, but appeared she was wandering into yet another war in a store. But instead of a War of Roses at the flower stop, it appeared that the cans of legume-like beans had started something up with the cans of green beans, and they appeared to have actively drawn up battle lines and were now at a standstill in front of the Squishy machine, a ceasefire of sorts...

...which would probably last a while because they were, you know, just cans of beans and not actually sentient, and if it weren't for all the little toy soldiers also lined up and acting as some sort of mercenary army, Astrid probably wouldn't have even guessed what was going on.

Or, maybe, just maybe, she really did have far more imagination than her mother gave her credit for, and she was making a whole war out of what was essentially Apu failing at making an effective product display.

She was just going to focus on her drawing, anyway.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Green Bean Cassarole
Refried Beans
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

The Troopers were being surprisingly hard-working today. The Station looked spotless, the evidence lock-up had been organized, and Calvin was even doing paperwork, willingly.

Liam's first thought was that maybe they felt guilty that they hadn't gotten anything done during the break week. But it soon became apparent that that wasn't it at all. Apparently, they were angling for an invite to St Paddy's Day dinner next Wednesday.

"Sorry to disappoint, guys, but it's a family-only sort of thing," he told them apologetically. To their credit, they didn't immediately give up on actually doing something resembling work, so maybe they did feel a little guilty about slacking off while everyone had been gone.

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

Rey always felt better after a trip home, and since getting back for yesterday she'd been trying to catch up on training she felt she'd missed. Which was ridiculous, since no one was really judging that except for her and she'd trained there anyway. She'd worked on forms, looked at holocron files, gotten to one certain green person that left her with some Questions for Anakin...

But for now she was running the course, lightsaber out, with remotes on her tail. While she wasn't comparing it to the one Luke had built, she was finding the tightrope portion much easier after the threat of grievous injury on his.


[Open!]

Fandom Fire Station, Friday

[designateddadfriend]

Town was back to normal. Which meant more . . . lack of work for Travis. He was rolling himself back and forth across the reception area in his desk chair, a couple pencils clamped under his upper lip like tusks, wondering where his life went wrong.

You know, other than leaving Seattle.

He definitely needed to start recruiting. He rolled himself back to the desk, pulled one of the pencils from his mouth, and started sketching out a sign.

DO YOU HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO BE A FIREFIGHTER?
Inquire within!

What else did he need? He wasn't an artist, and he wasn't the recruiter for Station 19. Maybe he should call Andy and get her advice.

He doodled some fire hoses and helmets around the text and taped it in the window.

Well. It was a start, at least.

[open!]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Well, everything continued to be a notable clusterfuck all around, which made the familiar, more routine things all the more enjoyable.

Which was to say Lucifer made it to the Devil's Nest on time, ordered Tiny to put 'any cocktail with Kahlua in it 20% off' on the specials board, and settled behind the piano in his usual spot.

Even the music was a bog-standard mixture of jazz, the odd classical piece, one or two bits of contemporary, and. Well.

That, for no reason at all.

The Nest was open. Have a Black Russian.