Turtle & Canary; Wednesday [06/30].

[sake_shinigami]

Shunsui had been spending a not insignificant amount of time at the store that day just sort of staring at...gawking, really...his phone, and the email about his workshop in the second session, which was decidedly not the workshop he had submitted, but was somehow a fighting class, why was he teaching a fighting class, but actually he knew why he was teaching a fighting class, or, at least specifically, this fighting class, which sounded an awful lot like a certain shikai...

"...I don't know how you managed to pull that off, ohana," he muttered at some point, seemingly to himself, although it was definitely addressed to the swords at his hip, "but I'm actually kind of impressed..."

Nanao-chan. He was definitely blaming Nanao-chan, although he knew she had absolutely nothing to do with it. At least not in any conscious way, because, well, technically....

There was a good chance he would have spent the majority of the day commisserating over having been assigned a fighting workshop, apparently at the influence of his swords, if it weren't at least a few other distractions around the store today.

"...Apu-san," Shunsui said as he discovered firsthand that there were worse things than having to teach a fighting workshop, "I could have gone my entire substantial afterlife without ever having to hear the words 'the cheese panda tastes like actual cheese', and yet...."

Just wait until Apu tried to work through figuring out exactly what kind of cheese!

Today's Squishy Flavors
Metallic
WD-40
Red

Turtle & Canary is open.

Covent Garden Flowers; Wednesday [06/30].

[white_oleander]

It was after a customer had claimed, in a raving review, that the buttercups they'd purchased actually tasted like real butter, that Astrid (giving a very experimental lick to a bonsai which wound up tasting like green tea) realized that, in general, especially considering the oleander, that licking plants was generally a bad idea, and so she quick whipped up a sign that felt like it shouldn't need to be said, but one could never tell:

Please Do Not Lick the Plants!
Many Flowers May Be Deadlier than they Appear!

It was after realizing that a lot of the flowers themselves seemed to be trying to take little licks at her whenever she passed by that Astrid hastily added:

Do Not Lick People, Either.
They, Too, May be Deadlier than they Appear.

Not that she'd imagine anyone would do anything but laugh at the idea of Astrid being deadly, but, at the same time, those were the ones that got you the worst from not having expected it.

Either way, curiously at some point got the best of her, and she gave herself an experimental lick on the back of her hand, and was pretty sure it was lemon.

Covent Garden is open!

Caritas; Wednesday [06/30].

[somethingwithturquoise]

"No, Tino, I do not want to know what you taste like."

An ashtray. Summer was definitely convinced that licking Tino would be like licking the bottom on an ashtray, or maybe like the bottom of a trash bin that contained a leaky bag, but she had no intention of being able to deny or confirm these theories, because she was absolutely not licking her coworker, and her coworker had better not be licking her--

Aaaaand that was how one of the bartenders that night ended up taking a nice, drenched walk back to the bar after a trip to the pond, dripping considerably as she made her way back behind the bar to find a towel to dry off with, glaring at Tino the whole time.

"You know, that sanctuary spell is a great idea in theory," Summer muttered as she toweled off, "but there should definitely be some key exceptions put in place for it."

Like decking your coworker for licking you.

And possibly decking him again later for looking so smug about it.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials

First One Free to All Wednesday Activity Participants!

All Three Free if You Let Tino Lick You

Marshmallow Surprise
Pink Lemonade
Bacon Bourbon

Caritas is open!

Wednesday Afternoon- Fix&Clean

[alwaysonguard]

 So, that had been another *interesting* Wednesday in the park. As Dwight unlocked the door to the shop, he brushed as many of the sprinkles and as much of the powdered sugar off his shirt as he could before walking into the shop (didn't want to turn the entire place into a sticky mess if he could help it).

With the poor sugar coated shirt off and tossed in the washing machine downstairs, he looked down and sighed.  Great, even the UMF suit Miguel had given him was full of sugar and sprinkles. Well... it was supposed to be nearly indestructible, so hopefully a wash and dry wouldn't destroy it.  And so, into the wash it went as well.

"Well, might as well be a little productive..." Dwight mused as he started organizing the shelves and work area that has gotten quite messy over the last few weeks.  He wasn't expecting anyone to stop by so didn't bother pulling another shirt on as he worked.

As he got to work he realized he still had a bit of icing on his hands from the damned doughnuts. "That's... odd...." he said as he licked the icing off and stopped, a strange but familiar taste registering as he gave another lick. "They make gunpowder flavored doughnuts at this place????"

 

[OOC:  Open for all- even if hes oblivious to anyone wanting to swing by]

Town Hall, Wednesday

[weirderthanthou]

So the fire station had vanished a few days ago. That was, uh. A thing.

"I really need to get a grip on the filing system," Jesse muttered. "How many jaunts into the archives has this been so far?"

Nina helpfully held up five fingers.

"Right," she said. "Maybe I should ask Barry about getting me some kind of data warehousing system."

[[ open ]]

The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had finally managed to get some sleep again. Enough for a decent start, anyway, because it was going to take more than a single night to make up for the entire week before. The playlist had taken a liking to Louis Prima for the night, and Octavia wasn't going to bother fighting it. It was easy enough to listen to.

And when her "Why do you keep doing that?" was met with Tiny sheepishly dropping his wrist from his lips, well, she didn't go digging too far into that, either.

The Devil's Nest was open.