Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [09/28].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

It had been a while, since Tisarwat was struck with a headache this bad, her brain inside her skull alternating in annoying pulses between aching and throbbing, to the point where she almost thought of just leaving Annoying Vinyl Hipster to take care of things. But she spent enough of her time just lounging around the apartment, so she treid to push through it, especially since there was a big shipment of stuff coming in that day, and she really couldn't trust AVH to just try to chuck anything that didn't meet his particularly pretentious standards.

Plenty of tea to help, but it would be really nice if the stereo could stop playing a bunch of thrash metal.

On the brightside, though, Tisarwat could now confidently recommend which headphones were best for canceling out surrounding noise.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Dite's Decadent Delights | Tuesday

[begmetwice]

It wasn't Irene's usual day to open, but given that there was still the hardware from a broken fixture hovering over the dildos, it seemed better to open up and get things repaired rather than arbitrarily waiting until Wednesday.

She had at least cleaned up the broken glass from the week prior, and set up a little 'caution' sign and everything, and that was about the extent of what Irene felt capable of, in terms of taking care of this problem on her own.

Much more in her wheelhouse was making sure that the Halloween costumes were pulled a little more towards the front, given that the holiday in question was only a month or so off now and you never knew whether someone might be on the hunt for a sexy 'happy tree painter' costume.

[link nws, also I feel like I'm going to hell now.]

Fandom Fire Station | Tuesday

[firehousehimbo]

Was Buck a little disappointed he hadn't had any visitors last weekend? Yes. Homesickness was a new experience for him. He had spent most of his adult life traveling and for the first time he actually missed the people he left behind.

There wasn't much work to distract him today, so he was basically sitting outside the station, enjoying the nice weather and doing the time zone math to see when it would be a good time to FaceTime Maddie and Jee-Yun.

[Open!]

Magic Box | Tuesday

[scarlet_chaos]

Wanda had found out that there were specialty websites that sold big hats that would fit perfectly on Jeff's head, so of course she had gone a little nuts getting a variety of them. Now she had to see how they looked. She was standing outside the store, waving her hands around as she used her magic to see how they suited the twelve foot skeleton.

The Santa hat was pretty cute, and would definitely need to be saved if Wanda decided to keep Jeff around through the holidays.

[Open!]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

There were fake spiderwebs (and comically fake spiders) hanging all over the bar today.

"You know it's the 28th, right?" Kitty checked. Not that she minded. "Not even waiting till October?"

Tino knew. And no they were not waiting till October.


[Open!]

Wellspring Arms | Tuesday

[flourish_or_perish]

Well, Faye was here. Faye wasn't in space, Faye wasn't hiding in her apartment, and Faye wasn't pretending she didn't have a job. She was actually here, and had even taken a few minutes to straighten those adorable colored-on pumpkins that the baby had been working with the last couple of weeks.

She also had a betamax tape with her, since she hadn't figured out what to do with the damn thing since Jet had given it to her, but that was what today was for! Sure, she was at work, but she was less focused on the sale of guns than she was on researching what to do with this thing Jet had given to her.

It seemed like it was something she could watch? But also it was clearly some kind of artifact, so it might take some doing as far as tracking down the means to watch it.

[open!]

Community Center Class: Making The World A Better Place (Tuesday Evening)

[misshapen_spark]

"We're going back to the same near-Earth dimension as last time," Yang said, as she started waving people through the portal. "But this time, to something a little less physically intensive."

On the other side, they'd find themselves in front of a library. "Today, we're going to be reading tutors."

"Statisics show that communities are happier, healhier, and have higher upward mobility in the future with high literacy rates. But not everyone is able to get the help they need at home or at school."

"Many times, kids don't like doing their reading with their families, often because of the stress of expectations from their adults, or perhaps the adult in the room doesn't have the literacy required themselves. So today, we're going to do our best to help out by providing some non-judgemental, one-on-one time with students. Reading Partners, the people who invited us here today, already have outlines for us for what we should accomplish in our time with the kids. We just have to follow their timeline."

"For those of you who prefer not to interact deeply with children, they can use help organizing supplies, making photocopies, and running the sign-in and registration table, where you'll be working mostly with their adults."

The Perk, Late Tuesday Morning

[amitragic]

Parents Weekend had come and gone, and with it, absolutely zero visitors for Ulysses. Or any other indication that he wasn't just fully cut off from the world he'd come from. Which was, you know. Great. Super great, and not at all concerning, considering that whole fucking lizard man situation he'd encountered on his last night in LA - which, by the way, the premonition nightmares had suddenly stopped after that, which had to be some kind of sign, but fuck if he knew what of.

... So anyway, he may have kind of flipped out a little at the end of the weekend, and headed over to the mainland and, long story short, he was still wearing the same clothes right now that he'd had on Sunday night, now that he was slumped over a table at the Perk, next to a giant coffee.

This was fine. Everything was fine.

[ooc: Very open.]

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sat behind the piano, playing his way through some uptempo 70s hits. But his heart wasn't in it.

The stage: it was sizable.

The axe range: buried behind video recordings of dancing humans.

It was exactly what he had set out to do here. He should be happy about it.

Except no. He was bored.

He retreated from the piano eventually to go hang at the bar. There had to be some way to upset Eric enough that he'd push back more thoroughly, right?

[[ open! ]]