Turtle & Canary; Monday [09/27].

[white_oleander]

Astrid was a little surprised that, first thing when she got back to the island last night, she got a message from Summer, asking if she'd be interested in taking over some managerial tasks at the store, since she was apparently leaving for a little while and she didn't exactly want to leave any of that sort of thing to Shunsui, because, well...she actually wanted to make sure it all continued to actually get done.

Eager for any distraction she could find right now, Astrid was more than happy to oblige.

It was becoming increasingly clear, though, as she came into the store after her Monday class so that Summer could go over some things with her, that Apu found this lack of trust for him to maintain the day-to-day business demands of the shop to be a grave insult, especially if Summer was going to be giving the task to Astrid.

"Oh, get over it," Summer eventually told him, giving him a withering, frustrated sort of look. "I know you can handle all of this, obviously, you've done it pretty much since the dawn of time, but look at it this way, Apu. If Astrid is doing all the ordering and budgeting and all that other stuff that Shunsui won't do, that leaves you all the time in the world to deck this place out for whatever made-up holiday your weird little heart desires."

That seemed to placate him well enough, even if he did feel a little called out, since she'd decided to say this just as he added yet another crushed can to the slowly building pile by the Squishy Machine.

Welcome to Turtle & Canary!

10% off if you bring in your crushed cans!

Today's Squishy Flavors
Chocolate Milk
Corned Beef Hash
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Furnado Animal Shelter; Monday [09/27].

[kawaii_complex]

Although getting to visit with Colonel Bahamutt oh so handwavily and his newest caretaker this weekend had been a nice distraction, Sakaki was still terribly worried about how Tadakichi-san was doing. She was very tempted to just call Chiyo-chan for an update, but, also, she might be very distracted and disraught over the whole thing, so she didn't want to bother her. Instead, she would just have to sit and wait and try to distract herself further with some of her work for her vet program.

Of course, this distraction often meant her foolishly forgetting to keep a good distance from the cats, at one point just idly reaching out to pet on in passing, which meant that she was back in the vet's office for at least a small sliver of the day getting treated and patched up for cat bites and scratches again.

One of these days, maybe, she might actually get to pet one and not wind up draining the supplies of their first aid kit while she did it. Maybe.

Furnado is open!

Pick Your Poison, Monday

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Quentin had vanished as quickly as he’d appeared. Cue the tears, etcetera, whatever. (. . .Margo had been happy to see him too, and she was. . . kinda disappointed he’d gone so quickly. But when was she ever the one to let that out? Fuck, with the way their lives worked, she’d be mourning the missing non-fucking-stop.)

They were on a quest now, which felt like some kind of momentum. That was actually important. Margo fielded some text messages from everyone’s least-favorite fear entity host on her way into the store. The concern was almost adorable, if there hadn’t been the whole Eliot-mindfuckery situation, but if anyone had a book situation handled, it was. . .

Okay. Probably not Q. But he came close.

She sat down by the counter once the store was up and running, and flicked to the spell she’d been cobbling together on her phone. She was close to getting everything together. Hopefully. If this didn’t explode in their faces, like shit usually did.

Shit was exhausting.

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Trooper Station, Monday, September 27, 2021

[grenadesandohana]

Steve was on time today, not early, and he was still up in his head enough about the weekend to skip PT with the Troopers, which was the cause of some silent high fives when he wasn't watching.

Instead he sat down at his desk, pulled up his email account and stared at a blank message, trying to figure out how exactly to tell Joe to never, ever launch his mother on him without a heads-up again.

Damn sneaky SEAL mentors.

The Trooper Station was open, if distracted.

The Magic Box, Monday

[existencemisspent]

Eliot was 100% hungover from his shift again. But at least this time he could blame Quentin’s sudden appearance and disappearance instead of nightmares!

Not that he wasn’t 100% still having nightmares every time he slept or anything, but really, it’d been more than a week, he was basically used to that, now.

You know, as much as anyone could get used to reliving a formative traumatic memory over and over with no way to stop or change it while a casual acquaintance watched and judged you from not nearly afar enough.

Anyway, he was here again. And looking slightly more functional as he skimmed the bookshelves for anything about a) interdimensional travel, b) Neitherlands-like world hubs, c) magic quests, d) fear entities, or e) bunnies.

“So that’s how they do the rabbit out of a hat trick. Huh.”

[open!]

Monday: Covent Garden Flowers

[mylandmyrules]

Nell didn't care that no one from home came or had come any of the previous weekends. It's not like she'd seen her parents since she'd turned twelve anyway. Nor her husband since she'd arrived here. Which was fine. Totally fine. Not a problem at all.

She didn't miss them all terribly or worry about them.

Except for where she did.

Still, she had a job to do, so she did it, even if she wasn't as cheerful as usual.

Caritas, Monday

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden was pretending the lack of visitors hadn't bothered her.

It took some distraction, which meant she had taken some time to look for a special for tonight, found that apples where an appropriate theme this time of year, and ended up with three different ones. She was actually quite proud of herself, which in itself was distracting, in the best of ways.

Tonight's Specials
Apple Cider Prosecco Spritz
Apple Cider Margarita
Poison Apple Cocktail

She was especially proud of the last one. It contained edible glitter. Seivarden didn't want to taste it herself so she gave it to Tino, who seemed to approve, completely oblivious the glitter now stuck around his mouth.

[Open and OCD-free]

Around Fandom - Monday Morning

[notagoose]

The weekend was over and his friends had gone home. Goose had found he’d kind of enjoyed hanging out with his team and not needing to be on alert for missions the whole time, they didn’t get to do that a whole lot.

He was also rather surprised they hadn’t caused that much destruction all things considered … okay that water/paint fight had gotten quite intense but they actually hadn’t destroyed any buildings or set any fires so he was considering that to be a win with their track record.

Since he hadn’t had a chance to go for his usual run over the weekend, he was back at it this morning and focusing on completing his run around the island.

[open!]