Turtle & Canary; Monday [04/05].

[somethingwithturquoise]

After a weekend back home and a holiday without incident, Summer had just gotten back that morning, with enough time to drop off her things and check in on Pancakes before heading over to the store, a walk which still gave plenty of time for the slight alteration in the air to start having an effect and, eventually, take over enough that she found herself thoroughly distracted from her usual Monday morning tasks.

"Like, seriously, Apu," she leaned on the counter a little with her eyes on him in a sort of wide-eyed marvel, "have you been working out?"

Apu, who thankfully had built up an incredibly immunity to this sort of thing (this year, anyway), just sort of paused in his sweeping of the floor, and looked around to see if Summer was maybe talking to a different Apu.

"Or maybe a new haircut?" Summer's head tilted thoughtfully. "I don't know. There just seems to be something really different about you today. Something almost kinda se--"

It was at that moment that the weight of realization fell on her, eyes widening as sudden flashbacks of needing to lock Tino in the office at Caritas played behind them, and she knew exactly what was different and it had nothing to do with Apu himself.

"You know what?" Summer decided, pushing herself up off the counter where...oh, god, Shunsui was constantly lounging on, spread out, his robes open for a hint of that hairy che--

"You know what hasn't been done in probably, like, forever? A deep inventory of the back room. You know, the really big one back there that will probably take, like, literally all day if not all week? Yeah, I haven't done that in a while? I'mma go do that right now? So if anyone, like, needs me," ohgod, that was unnecessarily throaty and suggestive for one word right now, "yeah, no. Tell them I'm busy. I mean, unless it's Barry. Wait! No! That'll probably be, like, a million times worse, ohgod, brain, why...okay, I'm...just...back room. Inventory. Stock. Okay. BYE."

Look, once she got to the back stock room, she'd probably remember about some of the...activities that occassionally went on there, but you know what? At least back there she wouldn't be confronted with sudden onslaught of ideas that suggested she could totally get into lumpy middle-aged dad bods...

Today's Squishy Flavors
Chocolate
Oysters
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

[[and actually rocking some OCD today ]]

Diaz & Ass.; Monday [04/05].

[died8yearsago]

If there was ever a day to make Rosa really, really glad she'd ditched the cop thing and went off to do her own thing, it was today. Because today was definitely a day that she realized that her body was feeling a very particular...charge that was incredibly familiar to her now, and she knew exactly what this feeling meant, and that feeling not only meant that she was going to have the sort of week that would make her boyfriend incredibly glad for his superhuman strength and stamina, but it also meant that this time around? It didn't also come hand-in-hand with Rosa thinking an awful lot about flat trooper butts.

Granted, acknowledging that she wasn't thinking about flat trooper butts that morning did lead to thinking about flat trooper butts regardless, but she was not actually surrounded by flat trooper butts right now, and that made all the difference.

And to her credit, Rosa actually did go downstairs and boot up her computer, turn on all the lights, and settle in for at least a little bit of time to do some work. She got some coffee going. She took a moment to revel in the complete and utter lack of flat armored butts around her. She settled in behind the computer and turned her focus onto the screen.

That worked for about five...maybe ten minutes.

Because her incredibly hot boyfriend with the superhuman strength and stamina was literally just upstairs, and, you know what? She'll admit it. She was definitely a fool to think she could just sit here at a computer scrollig through emails and hunting for worthwhile cases when all of that was literally just going on right above her head.

So she shut down the computer, flicked off the lights, went to grab the coffee because she'd probably need it it, and just went right back up to the apartment. Some battles were just definitely not worth fighting.


Diaz & Ass. is CLOSED.

[[ but the post is totally open for whatever all the same! ]]

Devil's Nest | Monday Night

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie was not at work today.

Annie had spent a weekend at home in Iowa, and was, of course, feeling the effects of the pollen.

So Annie was somewhat busy.

Which meant that Tiny was on his own and, very possibly, crankier than usual.


[it's my birthday and Annie has the best excuse ever. flying OCD-free, mod Tiny, happy pollening!]

Caritas, Monday

[1000yearstoolate]

It had been a couple of years since she had experienced this particular kind of week, but it hadn't taken Seivarden that long to figure out what was going on. She had handwavily spent most of the day in the gym, deciding that was the best way to deal with it, but in the evening she showed up at Caritas.

Having had Tino attempting to flirt with her had made it tempting just to leave, but she had ended up suggesting that he go clean the tables in the lounge and chat to the customers. Whether he had more luck there, she didn't want to know.

Also resisting the temptation to make the special something like 'Sex on the Beach' she instead went with:

Today's Special
Champagne

At least try to be classy

She couldn't help noticing that some of the customers had really nice biceps.

[Open and OCD-free]

The Perk- Monday morning

[fates_jaye]

It'd been a while since Jaye dealt with this week, and she kept being tempted to hop a portal home but that wasn't a great idea, so she was just sucking it up (no) and dealing with it. Being away from her apartment seemed like a smart move until she got to the Perk and realized that she was just being exposed to pretty people and she was having to watch two baristas flirt like crazy.

Which was why her "Oh my god, just go bang it out already!" outburst happened.

She wasn't proud. Wasn't ashamed either.


[Open!]

Trooper Station, Monday, April 5, 2021

[grenadesandohana]

Steve had taken the Navy's "if you're too tired to stand up, you're too tired to make poor decision" mantra to heart, and so after getting coffee at the Perk and saying hello to Jaye, he got to the Trooper Station and led them all in running up and down the stairs while chanting annoying Navy cadences.

How had he never noticed how many were euphemistic? Maybe those were just the only ones coming to mind?

So now he was back in the office trying not to notice how the Troopers' armor gave them all pretty nice butts. What the hell was going on with his brain?

The beach out by the lighthouse, Monday morning

[betterthanaplan]

Duke clued into what was going on this morning pretty quickly. The dream he woke up to, about his, uh, "encounter" with a siren-esque trouble last summer, was a pretty big clue.

He was not into it. And if last time was any indication, it'd just get worse as the week wore on.

So he'd left the Rouge fairly early that morning, without stopping for breakfast or on-deck yoga or even any coffee. He barely took the time to put on some clothes and grab his phone before heading out to wander down the coastline.

He'd remember soon to text Octavia and let her know he'd miss their regular breakfast date. He couldn't even work out precisely why he was feeling so -- moody about this. It was just a little heightened libido. He had not one but two extremely hot partners right now. How was this a problem?

Staring at the water might not be the best way to come up with an answer to that, but he was damn well willing to give it a try.

[open, should anyone want to hang with Moody McMoodison here!
content warning: some flashbacky text in comments, referring to past coercive sexual encounters]