Coevent Garden Flowers; Wednesday [09/01[].

[white_oleander]

Astrid was...more than a little distracted that day. It was hard to put a lot of her attention into floral arrangements and singing flowers when she'd received a phone call that morning from the very person she was still debating on whether or not she should call. Susan D. Valeris. Finally wondering if Astrid was ready to meet with her mother and talk about her retrail. Talk about whether or not she would help them in getting Ingrid free.

Over my dead body, she thought, and then she thought that might not actually be far from the truth, having stared at one of the dead bodies that Ingrid had left in her wake just a few weekends ago.

And even though Astrid knew what her decision was, she would still hear her mother out. If anything, she was morbidly curious about what Ingrid might have to say, the sort of appeals she would make. Would she tell her more stories of their past together as she had in the letter? Would she make an appeal for the love a mother and a daughter have, that special and unbreakable bond, after waxing poetic on how love was just a tool? It might be a mistake. Ingrid could have an incredible effect on people, and their years of distance might be making her underestimate it, but she wanted to take that risk.

Next weekend seemed a long time from now, and, in the meantime, all she had to do was pretend to be arranging flowers and that she wasn't entirely somewhere else.

She did put the 10% Off For Anyone Who Brings Me Coffee sign back out, too. It hadn't yeilded any results last week, sure, but it took all of two second of effort for a potentially greater reward, so she'll take it.

Covent Garden is open!

Turtle & Canary; Wednesday [09/01].

[sake_shinigami]

There was absolutely no napping going on at Turtle & Canary that Wednesday! Because Shunsui was determined to get his 10,000 steps in that day, which meant doing frequent sweeps around the store, despite the fact that his newly sprouted (and rather fabulous, if he might say so, although if you thought with the robes and the hat and the swords and the sake, he had a lot going on before...) wings would occasionally brush up against a shelf and knock something off of them.

Which was fine, that was why he had employees!

"Oh, Apu-saaan~ ♥," he'd sing out when some cookies went tumbling or he'd brushed against some boxes that went bouncing to the floor. "Clean up in Aisle Handwavey~ ♥! Just...please wait a moment for me to get around the corner, neh ♥?"

Because his X-ray vision seemed to (in)conveniently kick in whenever Apu was in eyeshot, and only for the man's clothing, and no one needed to see that.

And so Shunsui kept his round around the store, tempted to give those wings of his a try except that flying would definitely not help his step count for the day, which became particular essential in avoiding Apu after Apu discovered that Shunsui had been signing everything that day in crayon.

Yes, it was faintly absurd that, in a store that supposely sold everything, the only thing Shunsui could find to write with were crayons, but that was an issue he'd have to take up with Summer-chan about supplies, he supposed.

Once he got his 10,000 steps in, anyway.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Cherry Popover
Tofu
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Caritas; Wednesday [09/01].

[somethingwithturquoise]

So yesterday's Chaos Drink event had clearly been a success, leaving Tino with plenty of clean up to do both last night and for today's shift, especially since it appeared as though Summer was running late. But, well, duh, of coure she was, she was a Bad Bitch and Bad Bitches didn't do punctuality.

But eventually Summer did show up, announced by the superflous glow of a pink portal that she emerged from, unflurling her wings (which were about as pink and glittery as you'd expect them to be) and heading toward the bar, stopping to give Tino a look when he seemed about ready to make a comment about the portal.

"What?" Summer asked with a scoff and a toss of her ponytail. "You think I'd ever just use doors? Get real, Teen."

Because that was his name now. Teen. Tino just had too many syllables to bother with.

Either way, if yesterday wasn't enough work for him, he now had to deal with Summer being absolutely oblvious to how to use space behind the bar with those wings, because they were still new, she didn't even know how to fly with them yet, and she was definitely accidententally hitting a lot of things with them, not even noticing how many near-crashes there had been if Tino hadn't actually been on the ball in catching them.

She probably would have ignored it, anyway.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Sriracha
Champagne & Redbull
Burgundy Beef

Caritas is open!

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Wednesday [09/01].

[special_rabbit]

When Amaya woke up that morning, noticed that something was a little...off, and then discovered that the something off was an additional toe on her left food, she quickly unveiled something even more disturbing.

"Sacré bleu!" she shouted in surprise. "Ahn extra toe! ...wai'za min-ute! Why zu I zound French?"

...if that was what you wanted to call that accent, sure.

So with an extra toe and a brand new accent to contend with, as well as an oppresive concern that someone out there (probably Rosa!) was mad at her, Amaya went down to the shop, where she knew her boots would hide her extra toe and at least the clanging of her hammer on metal and the anvil will likely hide her new secret identity as a French woman.

And it also meant she'd have weapons on hand if whoever was made at her (definitely Rosa!) showed up to do something about it.

The Forge is open!

[[ because I can't help myself XD ]]

Dite's Decadent Delights | Wednesday

[begmetwice]

When Irene strode into the shop this morning, she was wearing a truly lovely, warm Burberry coat and a similarly-cozy scarf. Because it was freezing, of course, both in her apartment and the shop (and, once she ventured outside, it would also be too cold there.) She'd ask Phoebe when she saw her whether she found it cold as well -- you know, Phoebe, her wife who definitely lived here, but was always just...somewhere else -- but for the meantime, a fall-weight coat would have to do.

As Irene set to work unpacking a new shipment, mindful as always of her precious fingernails, she paused to tilt her head up at the ceiling and let out a noise like an elephant, complete with an accompanying wave of her arm as though it was a trunk.

And then back to unpacking the box. What?

[so open.]

Wellspring Arms, Wednesday

[thedadalorian]

"So now, the real question is if Obi-Wan Kenobi even existed in the first place or was just a character created for propaganda. Let's start with the first known appearance of him--"

So, Din had woken up the morning all ready to record his podcast. Which was a thing he always did, yes. Because it would be a absolute shame to deprive the world of that husky bedroom voice telling them all about conspiracy theories and true crime.

Grogu was just watching this all unravel with rapt fascination.

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This was just gonna be the day here. As it normally was. Yes.

[so open, yes]

The Wayne Foundation Offices- Wednesday from 8-5

[gotyoucookie]

Nick was at a desk at his normal, everyday 9-5 job (which was really 8-5 with an hour lunch), in business casual, at a desk.

What was he doing? Who knew.

"I feel like Schmidt," he said, getting up to float on over to the copier to make copies.


[Open!]

A random street in view of the school, Wednesday morning

[existencemisspent]

Eliot landed on cobblestone and nearly toppled down a stairway.

He grabbed hold of a railing at the last minute, his other hand coming up to make sure his crown hadn't fallen off. Then pulled out his flask again and took a large sip. Then finally looked around.

How would Fen put it? Ah, right, Ember's tits. Apparently he was in Mont St. Michel.

"Alright, Bambi," he said, pulling himself carefully to his feet. "If I find out that you blew off saving the world for a free French vacation, I'm going to be so pissed. Mostly that you didn't take me with you." He took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders back — and burst into a grin. And then a wild, delighted laugh.

This world still had magic!

Here, Fandom, have a slightly tipsy High King, laughing delightedly and spinning around in the middle of the street, setting off tiny little celebratory fireworks. Look, he'd had a rough several weeks, okay?

[OPEN, HELL YEAH! Come meet the High King of Fillory!]

The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had been in something of a strange mood since she'd left Turtle & Canary earlier today. Thinking about wings and chance and change and a handful of other things she wasn't sure she wanted to actually be thinking about.

She wasn't listening too closely to the music playing over the sound system, and maybe that was for the best.

She was mixing herself a mocktail for practice, and for something to focus on. The Devil's Nest was open.

[ooc: OCD freee because I just fought off a headache.]

Around Fandom - Early Wednesday Morning

[notagoose]

Even though Goose had only had a couple of shots the previous night it had still been enough that he’d felt the effects the next day largely thanks to the way his bio defences reacted to any kind of stimulant.

That said, he wasn’t going to let it stop him from heading out on his early morning run, he had a fast metabolism - he figured by the time he finished his run, he would be right for his first class later that day.

The only difference with his normal routine was that Goose wasn’t wearing any shoes and was currently doing his run barefoot, no he didn’t think anything unusual of it, he just didn’t happen to wear shoes now.

So there was now a 7 foot tall Supertrooper running barefoot around Fandom that early morning.

[open!]