Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [03/23].

[white_oleander]

To say Astrid was a little distracted today was an understatement; she'd considered making her appointment with Susan today, to just skip work for the day to head home and meet with her, but she hadn't, and now she regretted it. Thursday seemed forever away now, and there weren't nearly enough orders to work on to keep her mind on something mindless instead.

She was wondering what would happen if she'd used some of her time here to put together a bouquet for her mother--mostly oleander and azalea and calla lily, lily of the valley and hyacinth, all the poisonous hits--and attempts to bring it to her in prison while she was there.

Astrid still made the arrangement; it was terribly beautiful and she liked it enough that she was going to dig out her water colors and paint it, but the thought of actually having to see her mother right now made her feel so sick to her stomach, she almost couldn't stand it. Maybe she'd just mail it to her, instead. She could already imagine the righteous fury of a letter that would respond...

She hadn't even met with Susan yet, and, already, it was becomming clear to her that, no matter what she did, she just couldn't win.

Covent Garden is open!

Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [03/23].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

There was a low, droning sound coming from somewhere in the shop that day. It started out inconspicuous enough, barely noticeable, until it would slowly crescendo in volume until it couldn't be ignored. At first, Tisarwat thought maybe it was some sort of weird electronical feedback happening with her dormant implant--it wouldn't be the first time it had happened, and that seemed to fit with the way it seemed to just surge and piece into her brain, but then it would subside and there was no lingering pain or effect. That also ruled out it being the spot where her Anaander implant had been, too. And that meant that it was likely something in the store causing this weird rising and falling, almost pulsing sort of sound.

However, needless to say and probably surprising no one, try as she may, Tisarwat could not actually locate where it might be coming from. Whenever she felt she might be getting close, it suddenly seemed to be coming from somewhere else entirely. Her biggest theory was that it had something to do with the cords in the basement, but even that turned out to be a dead end.

So, whatever it was, all she could do was wish it would just stop already, because not even tea was helping to make it any better. She almost even wished Annoying Vinyl Hipster would come in that day, if only for the distraction and so she could ask him if he heard it, too, because a part of her worried that it really was all in her head.

Groovy Tunes is open!

The Perk, Tuesday Morning

[bookbeltof_love]

It really hadn't been her idea to just fall mostly off the face of the planet. (Multi-verse?)

Like, upon consideration, Nina was sort of surprised it hadn't happened more often, and she didn't mind, but she was also pretty sure that she was due to be scolded by… several people? Probably several people.

Unless, like, they'd forgotten all about her. That was also an option.

(She was hoping it wasn't really an option but, like, she had to leave it open, if only so that she was prepared in case it was…)

Gods, but she was tired. Tired enough that, even though she was wearing clothes that Aine would wear, instead of what Nina would wear, she detoured to the Perk. She was in a weird in-between state anyway.

It wasn't like anyone here would care if Nina was wearing clothes she wouldn't usually.

Not that there was anything scandalous about her forest green skinny jeans, yellow tank top, black jean jacket, and the boots Dad had gotten her for Christmas. Even her hair, currently a pale, washed out brown and then stuffed into a wildly curled ponytail, wasn't exactly outrageous.

But it wasn't Nina.

And it was. Just not here.

Nina wrapped her hands around her cup of tea, letting the warmth sink into her, and watched out the window, idly, her mind a million miles away, troubled and turning over what she'd been doing for the last—

While.

She still wasn't sure what she'd tell people when they asked. Of course, that depended on the person and on what exactly they asked.

Iggy was probably not going to like not getting answers. He usually did when it came to Aine's work.

Not this time. Not for the next good while either.

Her orders were straight from the King and the only people she answered to now were King Regis, Clarus Amicitia, and Cor Leonis.

Part of her loved it.

More of her was, and would keep on being, worried. Things were moving in the silence of the war and she couldn't see the shape of it yet.

Nina hated that.

[Open, yes!]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

It had been several days since Lucifer found out that Duke had apparently been manipulated into murdering someone and barely saw anything wrong about that. He was still annoyed. 'Overabundance of energy'-levels of annoyed.

(Maybe the correct word was 'angry', but it wasn't like he could show up in Audrey's bedroom and glower at her. She might even be dead! He was beginning to hope so!)

Eventually, he found a channel for all of that restless energy. "It's been ages since we had a good mainland-inclusive night," he told Tiny. "I'm going to put out some Instagram posts in the usual channels, I will text you the list of drinks to order. Work on your cocktail game. Well? What are you waiting for? This is important--"

It was not, but at least it kept him off the street.

Wellspring Arms | Tuesday

[flourish_or_perish]

Faye was so bad at her job, you guys. Just so bad.

A good example of how bad she was: she had never opened at least half of the cabinets and closets around here, because she'd never had a compelling reason (doing her job? inventory? cleaning? no.)

Today, though, she was trying to find some kind of broom or something so she could sweep up the crumbs from a cookie she'd brought in with her (again, only sort of related to work), and when she opened a closet near the back, she was not at all prepared for the torrent of...rubber duckies.

Just, like, a goddamn flood of rubber duckies. And now Faye was buried under rubber duckies.

She'd be spending her shift shoving them all back into the closet, and eventually would make a sign for the door that said RUBBER DUCKIE CLOSET, DO NOT OPEN, but first she was going to just lay here and yell in anguish for a moment. It seemed appropriate.

[idk I'm kind of having A Week and needed something dumb. Open!]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty stopped short when she got right outside Caritas, and found a new street sign.

She went inside, found that Tino hadn't even noticed the sign so it wasn't his doing, and vaguely wondered if The Devil's Nest had something like this. And after a while, when she started contemplating things like whether she could get cocktail napkins with that image printed on them, she figured maybe this was a good thing.


[This is Fry's fault. Open!]

Pizza Planet; Tuesday Evening [03/23].

[x_discospider_x]

When Troy got a text from Astrid earlier that day asking if he wanted to take her out for a pizza date when she was finished with work, he was pretty surprised, but there was no way he was going to miss up on an opportunity like that. He'd been trying to work in that angle with her when they got together for radio for a while now, with (in his own mind) mixed results, but it was good to know she was apparently just waiting for the right moment.

But remembering how things had gone at the end of his last date with Alexis, Troy figured he should get at least one thing out on the table before they got too far into it, although he was pretty sure pizza was going to be well in his budget.

The pizzas, after all, weren't MARKET PRICE.

"Hey, so, just to get this out of the way," he ventured as they settled into the table and Astrid had already picked up the menu to start pursusing it, "you can get this right? I'm, uh, I'm a little tight for money right now."

Because he wanted to keep dating Alexis and that girl was had taaaaastes.

Astrid blinked over the top of the menu at him for a long moment. Because the whole point of this was literally to have someone else buy you dinner. That was the assignment, and she was already late in getting it done.

"I can't," she said.

"But don't you have, like, two jobs? You've got to have more money than I do."

"I can't," she repeated, especially since the assignment specifically mentioned that you couldn't explain that it was part of the assignment. "I...have to save it."

She couldn't tell if Troy's expression was more skeptical or confused.

"For something really important," she added. "We...we could do Mooby's instead, if you want. They're cheaper."

And now something like concern was creeping into his brow. "No," he said, slowly, after a moment, shaking his head. "I totally got you, Astrid. It's the gentlemanly thing to do, right?"

Astrid breathed out a sigh of relief, smiling for the fact that he wasn't going to press the issue, and she nodded. "Exactly. It'll be a chance for you to show off your gentlemanly side, right? I mean, it'll be nice ot kind of get to know you a little bit better, spend some time outside of the radio station, right?"

And even though his grin grew easily with his "Totally" in response to that, Astrid figured she could push it a little more, leaning in with an interest she didn't feel in the slightest.

"So tell me about football..."


[[ mostly establishing that I'm a big dork, but open for all your pizza planet needs! Written with...me, me was modded with permission! ]]