Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [04/06].

[white_oleander]

One hardly needed to be familiar with the works of Georgia O'Keeffe to be aware of the fact that flowers, in general, could bear a strong resemblance to certain parts of the human anatomy. Quite a lot of things, in fact, could easily take on that form in the human mind, because humans were fond of patterns and familiar shapes and pareidolia was a common phenomenon even without the aid of certain influencing particles in the air that were doing their best to steer one's mind in a very specific direction.

Astrid understood this; the very nature of the aesthetic design of flowers could be very inherently sexual. Artists and poets had been exploiting the similarities for centuries.

And here she was. Surrounded by all of nature's suggestive little patterns and repeat images, and her own brain's natural ability to perceive these patterns, amped up as if on pervert steroids.

Since she knew she couldn't avoid it, she figured she might as well try to embrace it enough to put it into some productive work and putting these images down on postcards and in sketchbooks with watercolor and graphite. In that respect, it would be a very productive day for her, but even she, who knew the source material she was using for these pieces, could see why it was going to be a hard sell that these painting and drawings were strictly of a floral nature.

Covent Garden is open!

Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [04/06].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat's frustration with trying to control the ever-growing knot of headphone wires in the basement was finally ebbing, a little bit, once she realized that it could be an awful lot like plants, where you had to shear and prune it down a little bit to keep it contained, which she only thought of because her thoughts had been shifting an awful lot toward Basnaaid these past few days, of days in the gardens on Athoek Station, and how many hours she would spend just listening to her talk about the maintenence of the plants even though she herself did not feel any real interest in horticulture, but, Aatr's tits, did she enjoy listening to Basnaaid talk about horticulture all the same...

...she could go back now. See how Basnaaid was doing. Or any of her other friends there, Piat especially; Tisarwat had told her once that she'd grow to be as beautiful as her mother was, and surely, after this time, perhaps she had become even more so. And Tisarwat had intended to start putting together a plan for a return trip, but the whole thing with the wires had put that off and kept her busy all weekend.

But now, thanks to Basnaaid, Tisarwat felt it was under control for now, just a little trimming was all it needed, and she really didn't have many other obligations, she really was overdue for that trip.

She curled around her cup of tea at the counter as her mind wandered into all the possibilities, distracting her enough that she didn't even realize that all the songs on the stereo today were all about a certain topic until it got to the Nine Inch Nails one that was not being in the least bit subtle about it.

And now she was wondering if Breq had any of these songs in her playbook...

Groovy Tunes is open!

The Onsen; Tuesday Afternoon [04/06].

[sake_shinigami]

If there was any marked difference in the way Shunsui was feeling that week, it was only because he actually pssessed a rare modicum of motivation these past few days that was perhaps a bit out of the norm. This was, after all, a man who, after a flux of propositions on Thursday, instead of concerning himself with the complete and utter lack of follow-up on any of his responses, just decided to take a nap, and was just as content for it.

But yesterday after his class, he pursued one particular motivation that did not surface very often, and that was to go into training with Katen, and what a training session it had been, leaving him exhausted and satisfied in more ways than one and agreeing with her wholeheartedly that he really did neglect his Zanpakutō training far too often, didn't he? And he was thinking of another session with her again today, but there were so many other possibilities in which this sudden spring of motivation in his step could manifest. A trip to the mainland, perhaps, like he did with most of his free time? It had been a while before he trolled around the bars on the island, too. It was exactly the kind of mood to remind him it had been a while since he'd stopped in for a visit with Ghani-chan, or maybe he should start pestering Movie Class-chan again. But despite all this motivation to actually pursue things, there was the fact that Katen really had taken advantage of his sudden interest in training and run him almost ragged, and it was a sweet exhaustion, to be sure, but one his poor gigai was still feeling.

So a soak in the onsen, of course, where he could enjoy the warm water and his illicit cups of sake, daydream about all the possibilities ahead of him, and if there happened to be any other barely clad bodies that would find themselves in the same situation, well, then...all the better.

And when he cracked an eye open at a small chime from his phone, his grin grew a little more at what he could only imagine was yet another door of possibility opening.

[[ it would be a shame not to drag him out more on this particular week and my schedule's wonky this week, anyway, so open onsen is most certainly, definitely open! ]]

Wellspring Arms | Tuesday

[flourish_or_perish]

Faye had been warned about this week awhile back, and so once she realized it was everyone and not just her, she was pretty delighted.

She made absolutely no attempt to pretend to be at work today; she instead blatantly posted up behind the counter, putting her feet up on it as she fired off idle, flirting texts to people and actually considered how much time, realistically, she really had in one week.

[open, and feel free to mod that you got one of those texts unless you're a student or something, gross.]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

The spring breakers were gone, just in time for this. Kitty was doing her best to ignore it, since this was her busy day where she worked two jobs and between Tino and the zombies they were traditionally unhelpful here.

Sure enough, the zombies were playing a lot of songs that sounded okay until you realized, oh hey, that's the Divinyls.'

And then there was Tino. Predictable, terrible Tino, who kept trying to hint at a striptease anytime they got to the part in Hot in Herre about taking off all your clothes. No, Tino. No.

SPECIALS
TERRIBLE DECISIONS
that's not a drink, it's just how the week goes


[Open!]

The Park, Tuesday Morning

[stykera]

Stark had been on the island for this before. He'd also somehow been affected while not on the island at least once, though he hadn't realized that at the time. But it had been a long time since he'd gone through this particular bit of island weirdness.

It had also been a very long time since...but dwelling on that would only make things worse. Of course, everything seemed to make things worse right now. Dwelling on being alone. Considering not being alone. Neither thought was helping.

He was feeling very restless today and pacing around the apartment could only last for so long so he'd decided to go for a walk. Get some fresh air, even if the air was part of the problem. Staying inside didn't seem to make a difference anyway.

And after walking for some time he ended up in the park. He could just sit on this bench for a little while. Perhaps watch some of the wildlife, though the wildlife seemed to be enjoying themselves more than Stark was right now.


[Very open for your Park or Stark needs and I'm off work today, woo!]

Town Hall, Tuesday

[weirderthanthou]

There was a large fan set up inside Jesse's office, pointed right at her. It fixed one problem (to a point), but several hours into the day, Jesse was already getting tired of paperweights.

"Maybe we need to move on to ice cubes," she ventured. "Or... posters of really unattractive objects?"

Nina-the-assistant didn't even bother to look up anymore. She was... browsing the internet. "I don't know why you didn't just give us the week off," she muttered.

[[ open! ]]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening

[okteiviakom]

There was no Devil at the Devil's Nest tonight. Were you surprised? Because Octavia wasn't. Much like she hadn't been surprised by the continued radio silence of no new texts on her phone since yesterday.

There were other emotions brought on by both of those things, of course, but she didn't need to focus on those. And someone needed to make sure there was some piano music playing at the club on a Tuesday evening, even in Lucifer's absence, and guess that person was Octavia. Even if the best she could do was fiddling with the playlist until she found something appropriate. And sure, maybe listening to that made it harder for her to ignore her not-surprise, but...

Maybe this was penance. Being here, behind the bar, when it wasn't even supposed to be her shift. Trying and failing to jot down anything for her therapy homework while also doing her best not to look at Tiny too much.

He really should've worn something with a less flattering cut.

[ooc: Open, no OCD because it's already late out here and I am lazy. And Lucifer's shift hijacked with kind permission!]