Covent Garden Flowers; Wednesday [09/22].

[white_oleander]

Astrid wasn't sure if they were being sympathetic to her or just simply doing their thing, but the flowers in the shop today were back on a lullaby kick, and she was grateful for it. It wasn't as if they were very busy right now (or pretty much ever except for a few key holidays), so she was going to just let herself be carried away by their soft singing and slip under into a nice nap or two, here and there. She hadn't slept well last night; the nightmares had returned, and she knew she had nothing but this coming weekend to blame for it, and it was probably only going to get worse, so she'd better take her rest where she could get it it.

She half-wondered if she could convince anyone to let them crash in their room for the rest of the week or something. Those nightmares hit a little different now that she was in a room all by herself.

And in the moments when she wasn't sleeping, she was wondering if the prison would let her get away with weaving oleanders into her hair when she came to visit on Saturday.

Covent Garden is open!

Turtle & Canary; Wednesday [09/22].

[sake_shinigami]

Having had to deal with the energy of a rather jealous sword since Sunday, Shunsui was looking forward to getting into the shop to get in a good nap or two where he was a little less likely to be bothered by it, but all hopes of acheiving that ambition were crushed when he discovered a heavy package, the distinct size and shape of a stack of papers, awaiting him on the counter, with marks that distinctly told him that it was from the Seireitei. With official Eighth Division seals and everything.

It was only once he, dreading what awaited him, carefully opened it and saw what it was that he even remembered what this weekend was.

"She's sent an entire itinerary?"

An itinerary that was, quite frankly, even longer than his novel, and all for a single weekend. But his dismayed realization as he flipped through the pages and was genuinely horrified that Nanao-chan had apparently not only scheduled drinking times, but she put them, ridiculously, at the end of the day, fell on deaf ears.

Because Apu was much too busy narrating his entries into an imaginary diary today.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Ice Cream Cone
White Chocolate
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Caritas; Wednesday [09/22].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer was distracted by her phone again this week, although not exactly in the same way she had been last week. Instead of having to deal with an influx of incoming messages she'd rather not deal with, she was mostly hoping to get a response to just one message...and was still not getting it. Which was fine, she wasn't really expecting a response right away, she knew she was probably, like, supes busy right now, but she couldn't help obsessively checking it, hoping to see a new message from a mostly unfamiliar number, although every time she checked, and there wasn't a message there, she wondered if maybe no news was good news, because what was she going to do if she actually said no?

Let's be real: Summer would probably still go anyway, but it would be kind of nice if she could have her mother (or her mother's clone's, it didn't really matter) blessing on the whole thing.

But she was here, it was Wednesday, she had a job to do, so she was going to do her best to ignore the phone and pay attention to the bar and all her regulars, and who knows? Maybe they could make her feel like going through all her usual Fandom motions suddenly felt kind of empty and contrite all of a sudden. Maybe she might even be able to forget about the phone for a little while...

...doubt it. But maybe!

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Mini Pumpkins
Pineapple Upside-Down Cake
Caramel Apple
Strawberry Eggs

Caritas is open!

Dite's Decadent Delights | Wednesday

[begmetwice]

Irene hadn't made a lot of changes to the store since her return, but one thing she was very proud of was how clean and accessible she kept the shop. Bright lights, simply-filled fixtures -- shopping for whips and vibrators should be as as easy and shame-free as shopping for makeup or clothes, she thought.

And that was all well and good until halfway through her shift today, one of those hanging lights snapped its chain and came down with a crash. It was a very near thing that it didn't just wipe out her entire shelf of Clone-a-Willies, honestly, it was right over the DIY kits.

(Irene was very brave, in case anyone was wondering. She definitely didn't shriek or reach for her gun like an overreacting, jumpy person, okay?)

But once she was done having a totally normal reaction, she got a broom, got a ladder, and went to at least clean this up enough that people could shop. Please, she couldn't close just because the shop was falling to ruin or whatever. She was an essential service.

[open!]

Fandom Trooper Station, Wednesday

[hatesparadise]

Today Danny managed to pawn off calls from the Bee Lady in order to sort through paperwork that Steve had apparently dropped on his desk. Which was immediately put back onto Steve's desk.

As one did.

[open]

Wellspring Arms, Wednesday

[thedadalorian]

There were more pumpkins for the kid to paint today. How they were getting there and who was bringing them was an actual mystery, though.

One that had Din sighing as he worked on the security system in the place. You know, it never hurt to be careful.

[open yep]

The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had not been here since Lucifer's latest piano had arrived. Yes, she'd heard he had a new one, but that had really not prepared her for the sight of it as she came in to work tonight.

That thing was ridiculous. Which probably made sense, all things considered.

And Octavia was now going to spend her entire shift resisting the urge to go over there and try the weird rocking bench it had.

(Maybe if it turned out to be another really quiet night...)

[ooc: Open, no OCD because I'm conserving energy.]