Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [04/13].

[white_oleander]

Weekends like last weekend tended to pass Astrid by, which wasn't really all that surprising. Considering her own childhood and her own mother, having children of her own was not exactly something Astrid would ever imagine wanting, no matter what the dimension. The week before it and prom had served as a nice distraction, though (yes, nice; frustrating, but she'd take it, it was nice to sometimes have a reminder of powerful emotions again), and a distraction had been needed.

Susan still hadn't called her back. It had been a few weeks, and Astrid expected there would be some sort of delay, because Susan would think of this as all a game and that keeping Astrid waiting somehow gave her more power in that game. And she might be on to something. It made Astrid go into this week feeling a little anxious and trying hard not to constantly be checking her phone.

Instead, she tried to focus on tending to the flowers at the shop, particularly because there seemed a sudden abudance of fucshia all over the shop, which suited her just fine. Fucshia had a really interesting design that would translate well into some sketches, and the color was pleasant, and their shape uniquely intriguing, and it was a good challenge to figure out a way to encorperate it any arrangements she might need to work on that day.

Covent Garden is open!

Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [04/13].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

With all the...distractions of the last week and its culmination of events of the weekend, Tisarwat was thinking she could finally have some time to really settle in and plan for a trip back to the Radch once and for all. After all, the end of the semester was coming up, and didn't something usually annoying and difficult happen at the end of the semesters around here? She could probably plan a trip home perfectly around it so that she wouldn't have to deal with whatever might happen in that time period.

Of course, since there were so many distractions this last week, a lot of the minutae and finer details that went into running a shop went completely overlooked, and Tisarwat was hit with a brutal reminder that shops didn't just run themselves, no matter how much it might seem like they did around here.

So there was no time for reflection or plotting for Tisarwat today, who barely even had enough time for tea, because, oh, yeah, that's right, she had a store to maintain.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Wellspring Arms | Tuesday

[flourish_or_perish]

It seemed that the invasion of the children had been a rather firm end to all the fun Faye had had last week, and she hadn't even enjoyed hers. Or, well, she eventually had a little, but it was really more pride in seeing Lucia take after her than enjoyment, at all.

Especially since it had meant Faye had to go buy a new phone.

Just as well, since today she wasn't feeling...great. She was pretty sure she knew what was up, since she'd had something that certainly felt similarly to this before, but she didn't want to be right, for once. So, today, she was planning on sitting (carefully) and googling her symptoms a bit on her new phone.

If she allowed herself to be distracted by choosing new ringtones and such, well, that was to be expected. She was in pain, she should be allowed to distract herself.

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

This was the first year maybe since she'd gotten to Fandom that Kitty hadn't had a kid show up, and it was kind of messing with her a little. She was also resolutely trying to think about it- especially since she had that kid that kept showing up- and was spending her shift trying to adapt classic recipes, like what if you tried a mai tai with midori?

Okay, maybe skip that one.


[Open!]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"If you have any stories about your own offspring to share," Lucifer informed Tiny on his way in, "Don't."

And with that, he settled behind the piano to play away some of his remaining restless energy on some classic and modern instrumentals. Occasionally he refilled his glass from the bottle of whiskey sitting on the grand piano. At least it kept him distracted.

Tiny watched him for a bit, then, when no barked orders for specials were incoming, quietly snuck Sex on the Beach onto the specials board. Just because.