Turtle & Canary; Monday [04/12].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Well, on the one hand, the store had apparently been home to eight little children for most of the weekend, but, on the other hand, they apparently mostly took after their dad, so the store was amazingly tidy and clean when Summer came in that day and realized the most challenging thing she'd likely have to deal with was not tripping over one of Apu's kids as she went about her usual Monday inventory and ordering duties.

Unfortunately, since there were nine Nahasapeemapetilons in the store, the obsession with fake holidays was in full effect, meaning there were discounts available to anyone wearing a star, Russian cosmonauts, street children, and on books and licorice.

It was all fun and games, too, until, after a quick trip to google, Summer pointed out that they'd clearly missed National Only Child Day, and so clearly, the only way to celebrate was to have a baby battle royale death match to which Nahasapeemapetilon had what it took to rise above the rest.

Apu was not amused, and Summer now had an obvious favorite among his kids thanks to the one who emerged not soon after weilding a spatula and a collander on her head, clearly ready for this supposed battle.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Baked Ham with Pineapple
Grilled Cheese Sandwich
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Diaz & Ass., Monday [04/12].

[died8yearsago]

Barely stepping out of her apartment for a full week due to sex pollen followed by not chaperoning a dance or having any weird, creepy children from alternate dimensions or even potential futures to freak her out unnecessarily about her current relationship?

Perfect week. 11/10. Would do again.

So, needless to say, after actually getting some rest that her body was pretty much in desperate need of after last week (rest that was not even remotely interrupted with screaming babies or annoying teenagers), Rosa was in a great mood when she went down to the office, even with all the stupid emails that she'd spent a week pretty much ignoring because she had much, much better things to do.

She might even bother picking up a case or two out of those emails. That's how good a mood she was in.

It was nice. Fleeting, no doubt, because this was Fandom, but, hey, she was going to enjoy it while she could.

Diaz & Ass. is open!

The Perk, Monday Morning

[my_own_advocate]

Not only did Lucifer have to deal with a child in his living space, it was a child that could control minds and barely seemed to realize when she was doing it. Which meant he wasn't particularly inclined to leave the ship in case she tried to use it on Duke again, meaning he had to spend more time around the child.

Maddening.

Worse, he was reduced to this: sneaking off the boat early in the morning to go purchase a chocolate shake to go at the Perk, twitchy the entire time.

He was going to spike the Hell out of this beverage as soon as the barista was done with it.

The barista did not seem impressed by his glaring.

[[ open ]]

A Spot on the Beach, Monday Morning

[okteiviakom]

So here was what Octavia had been able to piece together over the course of spending two days with Hope:

First of all, she was Diyoza's kid. As in, Charmaine Diyoza, the woman whose people had pulled Octavia and Wonkru out of the bunker and then proceeded to wage war against them for the last living valley on Earth. Charmaine Diyoza, terrorist. Charmaine Diyoza, who Octavia had last seen aboard the Eligius IV right before they'd both gone under cryo. Two very recently former leaders (two serpents) sitting on the floor, waiting for someone else to call the shots for the first time in years.

Diyoza'd been heavily pregnant at the time, so at least that checked out. The rest, not so much.

Because apparently Hope, and Diyoza, and Octavia lived someplace called Skyring. And they'd been there Hope's entire life - just the three of them, in their little shack with their garden, near a lake.

There seemed to be something more, about the lake and Octavia, but she was having a hard enough time wrapping her head around what she did know now, and it was difficult to lead Hope on with non-direct questions when she didn't want to push the kid. And Octavia's energy reserves had been running pretty thin even before this weekend, so...

So, this morning, it was enough to know that on top of really enjoying drawing, Hope also really liked building sand castles. So that was what they were doing now, on the beach not too far from port. Just... building a castle.

Nothing more complicated than that.

[ooc: Open!]

The park, Monday afternoon

[betterthanaplan]

Ginger was tired of the Rouge. Apparently, back in her world, they spent almost all their time there, just the two of them, avoiding people both to keep Ginger from mind-controlling anyone and to keep people from finding out about her mind control and trying to use it.

It sounded exhausting. Duke did not envy Ginger's actual father, back in his world.

Speaking of exhausting:

"Push me higher, Daddy!"

Duke pushed much harder the next time she swung back on the swing, even as he threaded steel through his tone. "Ginger Danvers-Crocker."

Ginger had the grace to look chagrined. "Sorry. Would you please push me higher?"

Duke sighed. And kept pushing.

[open, should anyone want to spend time with the mind-controlling nine year old!]

The Park [sunset]

[heroic_jawline]

It had been a weird odd possibly traumatizing fun weekend, but the portal had opened back up in the park.

Sorry, kids. Grab one last snack and head back to your home dimensions. It's time to say goodbye.

[OOC: For all the SP, of course!]

Devil's Nest | Monday Night

[defenderofdesmoines]

Well, Annie wasn't in, like, a great mood when she went into work tonight, having seen the twins off a little bit earlier. As silly as it seemed to get attached when they were only here for a weekend, she hadn't been able to not get attached.

So her specials board kind of reflected as much.

Half off drinks if you show me a picture of your cute kid from this weekend

Because if Annie had taken pictures of the twins -- and she had, though there were a few of them with Tim in there that were way less cute just thanks to the whole creepy-ass Tim factor -- then surely other people might have photos of their offspring, too. And that might help her be just a little more upbeat about the whole thing, at least?

Caritas, Monday

[1000yearstoolate]

This was the kind of night where Seivarden wasn't in any kind of mood to work, either before or after her kid for the weekend was leaving. So Tino was at the bar, and whether his mood was due to having no kids show up or having that happen you would have to ask him.

[Caritas is open, but Seivarden isn't there, so go ahead and mod Tino]

Monday: Covent Garden Flowers

[mylandmyrules]

Nell wasn't sure if she was happy or sad that she hadn't been visited by any children. But then John hadn't been able to have any children with Leah, so she probably wouldn't be able to ahve any either. And as a married woman, it's not as if she'd be doing anything with anyone else.

Still... It might have been nice.

She gave all the flowers a little more attention just because she needed to keep busy.

Chilly Boulder, Monday Afternoon

[heroic_jawline]

Steve could feel the time ticking away like a clock in the back of his head and he was determined to squeeze in as much fun as he could with the two little girls who'd paid them a visit this weekend. So they went on a hike (James loved it, Morgan not so much) and then for ice cream.

Peer pressure from the ice cream staff got him ordering the Skywalker sundae, which he almost immediately regretted.

"Is this everything in the display?" he asked, eyes wide.

"Plus, like, half a thing of cherries," came the reply.

Well, sugared up kids would be someone else's problem soon, right?

Steve brought the massive thing over to the table where Tony and the girls were waiting.