Turtle & Canary; Wednesday [06/16].

[sake_shinigami]

Gathered around the counter, Shunsui and the cheese panda were having a conversation.

Well...calling it a conversation was...a bit generous, actually. The cheese panda was complaining, and Shunsui was subject to listen to it, which was a bit unusual, because mostly, when there were complaints, everyone just went to Summer-chan because they knew that was the only way to get anything done about it, but this complaint was entirely un-store-related, therefor leaving the panda to just rant to the closest pair of ears.

"So kaaaa~," drawled Shunsui, trying to be patient, trying to stay away, trying not to let his eyes glaze over from interpreting the story based entirely on grunts and growls and gestures since the panda didn't exactly speak in words. He clicked his tongue to sound sympathetic as he poured more sake between the two of them. Not that even he had enough sake for it to have any sort of effect on a bear. "And then you said he claimed to have brought samples for everyone, but all it was was a single slice of that plasticky garbage masquerading as cheese?"

The cheese panda confirmed this guess with a renewed bout of anger, having taken this situation as a personal offense, and vowing that if any eagles happened to waltz into the store on his watch, there would be trouble!

"Ara ara~~," Shunsui cooed somewhat soothingly while promptly throwing back his cup to empty it and fill it up quickly again. "That does sound terrible ♥."

Honestly, Shunsui wanted to point out that he felt the cheese panda was being a little overdramatic, but the bear was clearly worked up, and stating as much would only lead to that ire being turned on Shunsui. Shunsui could, of course, take the bear easily in a fight, but that didn't mean he wanted to be bothered to have to do so.

"How do you even know about this happening?" he then asked, because he wasn't sure the panda ever even left the store, so knowing the specific details of one class that happened yesterday seemed...

He shook his head, waved a dismissive hand. "Never mind. Here. Just have some more sake ♥."

At this point, he was mostly just hoping it started to make the panda sleepy or something so he'd just go away and Shunsui could have some peace.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Fudge*
Vinegar
Red

*Beef-less

Turtle & Canary is open!

Covent Garden Flowers; Wednesday [06/16].

[white_oleander]

There was a large oleander blooming in the shop that Wednesday. Of course Astrid was going to take note.

What an interesting plant, that had managed to define so much of her life these last few years. You just had to roast a marshmallow on one twig and you were dead. Her mother had boiled pounds of it to make the brew of Barry Kolker’s death, and Astrid wondered why it had to be so poisonous. They could live through anything, they could stand heat, drought, neglect, and put out thousands of waxy blooms. So what did they need poison for? Couldn’t they just be bitter? They weren’t like rattlesnakes, they didn’t even eat what they killed. The way Ingrid boiled it down, distilled it, like her hatred. Maybe it was a poison in the soil, something about L.A., the hatred, the callousness, something no one wanted to think about, that the plant concentrated in its tissues. Maybe it wasn’t a source of poison, but just another victim.

Maybe it wasn't so strange that it had come to define her so much, after all.

Astrid would be painting oleanders again in her downtime. Maybe she should get another tattoo. Maybe she'd send one to her mother, or send several, dozens, to Susan D. Valeris, as if to remind them that while the oleander might be victims, Ingrid absolutely was not.

Covent Garden is open!

[[ and lifting a bit of text from Chapter 31 of White Oleander by Janet Fitch ]]

Caritas; Wednesday [06/16].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer miiiiight be getting a little antsy about all her birthday stuff this weekend, which was not great because it was only Wednesday, and all of her distracting stuff was mostly out of the way, but she told herself that that just meant she'd have to take advantage of just taking it easy these next two days and enjoy it while she could, because once Saturday hit, she planned on hitting it hard.

(So much for being scared straight, huh?)

Either way, in whatever downtime she had at the bar that night, she was mostly on her phone, making some adjustments and finalizing a few things and maybe going down a few other rabbit holes of ideas, and then staunchly trying to ignore the string of texts from Tricia Lange asking if her boss was going to be there again this year.

God, Tricia, what the hell??

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First one free to all Wednesday activity participants!

Birthday Cake
Blow Pops Martini
Fishbowl

Caritas is open!

The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[okteiviakom]

... There was a water feature blocking the way to the axe range.

Octavia was just going to not spend much energy on questioning why that was. (And not just because she practically lived with the likeliest reason.) She was just going to mind her own business, which tonight amounted to practicing making a mocktail or two.

She never did manage to go any of those mixology classes Lucifer had talked to her about.