Covent Garden Flowers; Wednesday [11/03].

[white_oleander]

There was a lot on Astrid's mind, these last few days.

On Monday, she'd turned eighteen, a birthday passing by as silently and unremarkable as most of her birthdays, but this one was different. She was, in the eyes of the institutions that held themselves responsible for her since her mother's imprisonment deemed her unfit, a full-fledged legal adult, released unceremoniously from their yoke and care. No more case workers, no more threat of being placed elsewhere should something else happen, no possibility of finding somewhere else to call home. This was it. She was on her own.

And technically, legally, she was free of Ingrid now, too, although Sunday made it clear that it would take far more than a legal milestone to completely shake off those shackles.

So things were different, but also, they weren't, because nothing really felt different. Maybe it just hadn't settle in. Maybe it really wouldn't click until next year, when she was fixing a mortarboard over her head and staring down graduation, when that last bit of structure in her life was about to finally end, and she would be completely in charge of her own destiny...

...she probably didn't feel it yet, beause she was trying not to think about it, because that sort of thing was truly terrifying to her still.

But for now? Nothing had changed except the number she attached to herself, the years she'd experienced on this Earth, which, even then, got confusing, because the date on her licence didn't match the date on the calendar, and she supposed she'd have to make a trip home at some point to get that licence updated to reflect her new, supposedly adult, supposedly ready for the real world status. In the meantime, though, she was just going to go into work, take care of some flowers, get started on some new autumnal arrangements in preparation for the inevitable Thanksgiving centerpieces, and maybe draw some postcards.

Same as always.

Covent Garden is open!

Diaz & Ass.; Wednesday [11/03].

[died8yearsago]

After being covinced to turn down a potential job this weekend (for a couples' costume!), Rosa had a lot of work today reaping the benefits of the seeds she'd sown in lieu of said job refusal. It was a gamble, but she'd always liked a risky bet, and the client had played perfectly into her hand. It was pretty simple, really. She'd just recommended they went with this other detective that she knew would fuck it up and do a bad job, which, sure, meant that they would find Rosa unreliable for a bad recommendation and go elsewhere, but, as she suspected, that just made them more eager to work with her instead.

So she was actually pretty busy that day, once that email reached her inbox, laying out a plan and making a few contacts to get some work for them done this weekend instead.

She was still kind of bummed that this meant having missed out on doing investigative work at some big New York halloween party, but she had gotten to see Kitty as a small blue fuzzy monster by sticking around Fandom instead, plus potentially getting her own UMF suit out of it now too, so it kind of balanced itself out.

Diaz & Ass. is open!

Fix & Clean-Wed Afternoon

[alwaysonguard]

 The morning had started before the sun had fully risen, once again, for Dwight so by the time the shop was open, he had already been up and going for several hours.

The weather was definitely shifting and he made a mental note to take stock of what winter clothes he had and see what he needed to get still before the really frigid temperatures hit. Chances were it wouldn't be as bad as it was up in Maine most winters, but it still was a good idea to be as prepared as possible.

Sitting at the work bench, a large freshly topped off mug of coffee in hand, Dwight pulled out his phone to send off a quick text to a couple of his clients to give them a status update on their orders and to schedule meet ups and what not.


(Shop is open for visitors or texts!)

Dite's Decadent Delights | Wednesday

[begmetwice]

True to her word, Irene had cleaned up most of the Halloween-related merchandise and shoved it off on a table just inside the entrance with a sign declaring 'HALF OFF SPOOKY THINGS.'

And now the display greeting customers was resplendent with candy-cane striped toys and pumpkin-spice flavored lube, as well as a few tasteful candles in holiday scents. Look, candles sort of went with all of this, didn't they? Irene would be happy to explain about hot wax to anyone who needed clarification.

And they also smelled nice.

[open, flying OCD-free!]

The Beach - Wednesday Afternoon

[canlendanear]

Alara had enjoyed the walk on the beach last week and so she decided to go back down this week after class but this time she decided to go for a run instead and see how that went.

She normally didn’t go for a run as she preferred to workout with the punching bag at the gym but so far she was finding this to be quite enjoyable for an additional workout today.

[open!]

Magpie Emporium, Thursday (11/4)

[drumsticksandd20s]

The first floor of the store was now set up to Steph's satisfaction -- for now, anyway, since she'd inevitably come up with some other good idea and just have to incorporate it somehow -- with the exception of a few key bits of blank surface that were just waiting for an order of stickers to arrive, and maybe ordering a new desk chair for the office.

Which meant that the second floor got the full brunt of her attention now, and the project of redesigning the gaming area for both function and totally badass atmosphere could get started for real. Steph had pushed all the tables away from one wall and covered it with kraft paper, on which she was now sketching out a fantasy-style tavern wall from the reference drawings in her notebook (and standing on one of the chairs when she needed to).

A sign by the register downstairs read UPSTAIRS - YELL IF YOU NEED ANYTHING, and another sign in the window read LOOKING FOR PAINTERS TO HELP WITH MURAL. INQUIRE WITHIN!

Steph was a pretty good artist on a small scale, but if she wanted this whole remodel done as soon as possible so this gaming area could look totally fucking awesome, then more hands on deck would be better.

[OOC: Shop open! SP is, you guessed it, going to be a thing. Handwavey painting recruiting can also be a thing; just let me know.]