Turtle & Canary; Sunday [08/29]..

[somethingwithturquoise]

Well, Summer's class this semester (or, maybe more realistically, Rosa's class, given to Summer, but she was trying very hard not to think of that, which was difficult when you were pretty much expecting a death trap around every corner) was on a Monday, which was usually her big management days at Turtle & Canary, and, while she had absolutely no problem with working a million and one jobs, working two of the on the same day? Disgusting. No thank you. Hard pass. She was already having trouble squeezing enough hours into the day when she had just one focus, so trying to juggle orders and a class (and avoiding her inevitable murder) was not exactly something she thought she'd like to do, thaaaanks.

Which was why, instead, she was in the store on Sunday, to give it a whirl and see if maybe this might work for managerial tasks at the end of the week, or if she'd just shift it over to Tuesday and see how that worked.

If anything, 'having' to be into work on Sunday did work for a nice excuse to get out of a lot of family weekend things and not stick around much longer past family therapy sessions.

So Summer had a good feeling about this, as she got out her clipboard and started doing her inventory rounds, after, of course, getting up some signs that Astrid had done a great job making around the store and in the front window.

Welcome to Turtle & Canary!

New Students and Teachers Get 25% Off, This Week Only!

We're Also Hiring!
See Summer for Details!

Today's Squishy Flavors
Lemon Juice
Chop Suey
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Devil's Nest | Sunday Evening

[long_memory]

It was a quiet Sunday, which Silver would never complain about. Especially after the deluge of sad people last weekend. Sometimes it was just nice to sit there and drink rum in peace. Well, except for Tiny mumbling something occasionally but Silver was good at ignoring him by now.

Causeway, Sunday Afternoon

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Yesterday had made like 2014 and dumped a truck of cold water on Margo’s chances of high-tailing it out of here pronto. Oh, nothing had changed, besides a short infodump about this island’s bad kidnapping habit from a hot Brit. But Margo knew her luck, and she could put two and two together.

She was totally hosed. As per usual.

But hey, there’d been drinks last night and some maintenance on her royal plumbing. She felt fresh, pissed off, and ready to give this another shot. “There’s gotta be something about these wards I can use,” she muttered as she held her fingers out in front of her, making a square shape. She aimed it at the causeway.

Plenty of weird shit in the air. Just nothing she recognized. Dammit, Margo. Think.

“EMBER IS DEAD!”

The bunny startled her straight out of position. “Jesus fuck a labradoodle—”

“QUENTIN KILLED HIM”, said the second bunny.

“MAGIC ROYALLY FUCKED!” The third one was black and kind of cute. It had this funny ear that kinda bent in the wrong direction—

“CAN’T FIND YOU!” By the fourth, she was sick of it. But they just kept on coming, one bunny after another, croaking out a bunch of syllables that, strung together, sounded like some bullshit back home.

“The fuck, El,” she muttered, pulling a rabbit into her arms. “Look, I don’t know how this shit works, but you tell that dickwad I’m alive and in Maryland, will you?” Wait, these chain-smoking furballs were terse. “You tell him this exactly. I don’t want you leaving off a single syllable, all right? This is important,” she said. She lifted the bunny up to eye level. Singular. “‘ALIVE IN MARYLAND, DICK’.”

She let it go.

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Around Fandom -Early Sunday Morning

[notagoose]

After the Welcome Picnic yesterday and handwavily moving into his apartment, Goose didn’t waste anytime in falling back into his old routine of going for his daily early morning run around the island and he thought this would be a good chance to what had changed in the last seven years or so that time had passed for him.

So far he hadn’t noticed anything completely different but it was still a good opportunity to refamiliarise himself with the layout of the island.

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