Turtle & Canary; Friday [09/03].

[white_oleander]

Astrid was honestly a little surprised that the usual tradition of updating the sign to reflect Kyōraku-san's...uhh, we'll just say appreciation of women...hadn't actually occurred, and that was a little disappointing, because she felt she had a good addition this semester. But she supposed there wasn't anything stopping her from adding it anyway.

(She was tempted to also add the discount to anyone who brought her coffee here, too, but that bit was clearly starting to lose some of its steam already anyway).

Welcome to Turtle & Canary!
New Students and Teachers Get 25% Off, This Week Only!

Also to anyone with a unique talent they're willing to show me

Look, you had to get your entertainment somehow, and Astrid figured, around here, there could be some really interesting talents out there.

And it sure beat having to deal with Apu's insistence that she was pronouncing things slightly wrong whenever she said the name of a product or a brand. Apparently, Apu's special talent was being insufferably pedantic, which was not at all surprising.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Chianti
Welsh Rarebit
Red

Turtle & Canary is open.

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

Well. At least Rey made it to the warehouse today.

There was pop music playing from her phone, and there was a line of shots set up on a crate for herself and the woodchucks.

The woodchucks, wisely, had come by to sniff the crate and then headed into the recesses of wherever to avoid this whole mess.

"Laaaaame!" she called after them, downing a shot with a, "Woo!"


[I don't know why you'd want to deal with this, but open.]

Town Hall, Tuesday

[weirderthanthou]

Jesse did not own any pink clothing.

Or rather, she hadn't.

How she'd found pink jeans would be a mystery for the ages. The pink tank top was definitely something Summer would wear. Even Jesse's nails were presently pink.

Finding all that stuff had taken two full days. But now she was back in the office, doing her usual paperwork, while Nina the assistant stared at her like she'd just grown a second head.

"Are you sure you don't need to take a week off?"

"Seriously, I'm fine. Better than fine, actually."

[[ open! ]]

JGoB, Friday afternoon

[stykera]

After superhero class, which was less terrible than he'd feared but perhaps that was only due to it being the first week, Stark took himself to the bakery. Which meant, of course, that he rode his skateboard from the school down to JGoB. At least going down the stairs was easier than going up them on the board? Maybe a little too easy judging by the fresh scrape on his face. Nothing serious, at least. He'd just picked up a bit too much speed heading back down to the town from the school and hadn't stopped properly.

He deserved extra cupcakes for falling, didn't he? He thought so at least. And he needed some to share with his brother. He probably also deserved extra baked goods for having woken up as a flowering plant for 3 mornings in a row now. How he was going to carry a full box of cupcakes back to his apartment while riding a skateboard would be a problem to deal with later. Going up the stairs at MHA without ruining the whole box might be an adventure!

He rolled in to the bakery, of course, rolled up to the counter, and then did several fun little turns while rolling in front of the display case to look at the available options.

"My brother doesn't like chocolate," he explained. "So we need some other flavors. Not just chocolate. The orange one maybe? And vanilla. And the one with the purple frosting." In case he needed to share with someone else, too.

"Since when do you have a brother?" the man behind the counter asked.

"Forever. My whole life," Stark said with a frown. "We're twins."

"You never mentioned him before. But you never showed up in here on a skateboard before either so whatever, man. You do you."

"The skateboard is new," Stark said. "A twin can't be new! Not usually anyway. That was a special circumstance, when we had two Crichtons, that hasn't happened here."

"Right. Whatever, just try not to fall anymore, yeah?"

Stark nodded, accepted his box of cupcakes, and rolled to an open table to eat one before leaving.


[Open, of course, for any bakery or glowy alien needs you may have!]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer was blissfully unaware of the island's shenanigans. What he was not blissfully unaware of was the state of the club. The designer had left him with a number of swatches to look at for colors, and he was taking that very seriously.

But first...

"Yes, just move them over there, excellent, there you go."

...there were the temporary indoor topiaries to install. Right in the axe range, of course, tastefully obscuring all the targets. They also came with excellent elaborate stands one could, say, hide all the axes in.

He'd fix this. Just you see.

Pick Your Poison, Friday

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Eliot kept vanishing to go do god knows what. He was reliable that way, and if Margo had been in anything approaching the right mind, she would have taken ruthless advantage of it. But no, she’d been inside, moisturizing and scratching herself and whooping at plants.

Until now.

“WOOOO!” Margo cheered as she opened the door. And again when she saw the store. “WOOOO!”

This was very exciting!

She was distracted by the sparkliest lotions immediately.

“WOOOOOO!”

[open!]

The park, Friday evening

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon was restless.

With Summer's help, he now had both a phone and a computer, which meant he'd been able to get online and find forums where people discussed their frightening encounters with the supernatural. It wasn't exactly ideal - like trying to subsist on crackers and water - but at least it was something.

But now with sustenance of a sort, a place to live, a job that didn't (apparently) involve working for a boss determined to bring about the apocalypse, and in fact no upcoming apocalypses at all (and there still should not be a plural of that noun), Jon was a bit...lost.

It had been far too long since he hadn't been running from one crisis to another, and he wasn't at all sure what to do with himself.

His new apartment felt stupidly large and empty, so instead he headed outside and wandered a bit. The park seemed nice, even if flamingos near the duck pond (people somehow appeared there now and again, getting soaked and walking off grumbling) really didn't belong in this climate (they'd been brought here by a man for his girlfriend and they'd never left).

So he wandered around a bit and sat on a bench, enjoying the calm night and trying not to feel like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.


[Open park!]