Turtle & Canary; Friday [06/18].

[white_oleander]

It was rare that Astrid would come into work, get herself settled behind the register, and find a note from Kyōraku-san with some instructions, but there it was, in his heart-covered script, with instructions and a small haiku about golden hair and sunlight. She tilted her head with interest, not really so much for the poem, which was pretty bad anyway, but just because it was sort of an unusual task, but also something that might be kind of fun, so she just shrugged and went to go get a few buckets, a few packets of dye, a pair of rubber gloves, and a bunch of mopheads and got to work.

If the boss man wanted a bunch of colorful mopheads, Astrid wasn't about to ask questions, but she was going to make some of the most beautifully ombre'd mopheads she could manage to create.

This was almost inspiring her for a new project of her own...

...but the best part of it was that whenever Apu would complain or give her withering looks for not helping with shelving new products or sweeping the floor or fixing the displays the cheese panda had broken, all she had to do was lift up the Post-It note with her instructions for the day, because, hey, she was doing her job right now, thank you very much. He could take it up with Shunsui if he had an issue.

Well. Take it up with Summer, really, but her birthday party was this weekend, so good luck getting her to even care, Apu!

Today's Squishy Flavors
Watermelon
California Roll
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

There was a buzz at the Trooper Station today. And no, it had nothing to do with the Bee Lady. But the Troopers were conferring to each other in hushed whispers. Most of them, anyway, as those whispers would abruptly stop whenever Hugo walked into the room.

Liam supposed he should just be glad they weren’t gossiping about him.

[ooc: am i tempting fate by noting publicly that i don’t have a lot of work to do today? probably.]

Friday Morning- Fix & Clean Shop

[alwaysonguard]

 It had been a busy week for Dwight and the morning had begun bright and early yet again. His current project for Hannibal was finally giving him something to keep his mind occupied with.  Several of the large wooden shelves lined the wall of the shop as he made is way from one to the other, putting on the final varnish and sealant coats.

There was still plenty to do and enough to keep him busy for a bit, which Dwight would have always preferred busy over bored. The day was looking good as he had a pot of coffee brewed up on the counter, the front doors open to let in the fresh air, and the smell of wood shavings was beginning to fill the shop. 

Dwight paused for a moment and smiled. Things looked like they were finally starting to go well as he finally started to feel more at home and more settled in at last. 

(shop is open for anyone who wants to stop by)

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

Rey was in for a busy weekend, and since there was a spa involved later she kind of felt like she should go harder in training. Give them something to do there, maybe.

So she got there early, ran the course, and then set up all the remotes she could find to use while she blindfolded herself and got out her lightsaber to fight against them. Surely a spa had something to make it better when she inevitably got shot at some point, right?


[Open!]

The Beach, Friday Afternoon

[hatesparadise]

Danny was not by nature a beach person. But it was hot out and he really didn't feel like being alone with his thoughts in the apartment.

Also, Hawaii had made him enjoy it far more than he'd willingly admit out loud. Ever. Upon pain of death.

The beach here wasn't quite the same as those ones, but it was still pretty nice as he shooed away the weird little porgs that had made their homes on the beach chairs that had been inadvertently brought along here to relax a little bit.

[open beach!]

Chilly Boulder | Friday Afternoon

[scarlet_chaos]

It was still hot and Wanda had a cicada fly into her hair today, she thought she deserved ice cream. There wasn't enough hair washing in the world to forget that feeling, but maybe some rocky road would help the trauma fade.

She wasn't expecting to have to navigate a broken door to get to the ice cream but, whatever, she was willing to put in the work. The cicada trauma, it was a lot.

Once she got her ice cream she picked a spot by one of the booths facing the door. She wondered if she should offer to help fix it, but didn't want to weird people out if she accidentally turned the door into a llama or something.

[Open! Look at me getting to use this icon]

The Bookbelt | Friday

[bookbeltof_love]

You know who stress-cleaned? Nina. Though, really, even after a night of flinging herself into work it was still closer to angry cleaning than stress but, like, even that was preferable to dealing with how incredibly, breathtakingly hurt she was about—

Nina shook that thought away, scrubbing furiously at a desk chair that really didn’t need to be deep-cleaned the way she was treating it but that was fine, that was perfect, it was her shop so she made the rules and they couldn’t just, like, change on her without warning and--

She’d have to make her excuses to Professor Skywalker next week but, like, she wasn’t attending her class today because she didn’t want to deal with a teacher right about now in any capacity.

Besides, she was still grimly, stubbornly, going through everyone she knew and re-categorizing them based on if it would be appropriate or not to keep talking to them as if they were her friends.

Because apparently she had a lot less than she’d thought she’d had if it was so inappropriate for her to expect teachers to treat her like she was a friend.

The chair leg creaked alarmingly and Nina let it go before she broke it.

She knew she was being overdramatic. She knew she was probably over-exaggerating how world-endingly terrible this was.

But being angry was better than dealing with the hot, ugly tears that she kept having to fight off, especially now that she was over-tired from not sleeping on top of—everything else.

The Bookbelt is Closed.

[The store is closed, door is locked, but Nina will open the door if it’s knocked on and the post is totally open for calls or texts.]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"Eric thinks he's vexing me. It's adorable," Lucifer said, as he lifted the water feature up from by the piano and flung it across the bar.

It landed neatly in the axe range, scuffing its floor a bit in the process. Good.

"Mind hooking that up to the electricity over there, Tiny?"

Tiny looked up from where he was writing BLUE LAGOON - 15 PERCENT OFF on the specials board and gave a thumbs up.

"Excellent."

The Perk, Early Friday Afternoon

[okteiviakom]

It was not unusual that things lingered with Octavia after therapy. That was sort of the point, after all, giving her tools for processing things. But it was unusual that something her therapist had said - especially as barely more than an off-handed mention - lingered so prominently that even after Octavia had taken her usual post-therapy detour to the pool before returning to the island again, she found herself reluctant to return to the port just yet. Like she wanted to do some research, do some thinking somewhere other than home for a little bit longer.

And that was how she found herself at the Perk in the afternoon, sitting by a window with several similar tabs open on her phone as she pored over them, one by one.

A big cup of coffee and a nondescript muffin sat on a plate next to her, untouched.

[ooc: Open!]