Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

Rey had come in to find wood scattered over part of the course, due to the woodchucks chucking wood just to see how far they could chuck it. So she was starting today's training off with a stern lecture to them about that. Which was a total normal thing to be able to lecture about.

And then she could put away the snacks she'd brought for when Juliet came by in the palm tree storage lockers. Look, Rey wanted to be liked too.


[Open!]

Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (11/5)

[notarockharpist]

Of all the things Yasha was expecting -- well, no, that wasn't true. Yasha tried to be in the habit of not setting up expectations. But if someone had given her a list of things that she thought might happen when she came in to work this morning and asked her to check off the most likely of them, "watching the last of the tiny pumpkin vines fighting off a basket of holly trying to push them out the door" would not have been the one she checked off.

So guess what was happening this morning?

"Stop that," she told both of them sternly -- or tried to, anyway, but charisma was definitely not her strong suit. "You don't have to -- there's space for both of you still!"

Neither plant was having any of it, not even after several increasingly forceful, increasingly frustrating attempts.

"I said stop it!" she roared finally, her skeletal wings appearing and unfurling as all the light in the room seemed to dim around Yasha for just a moment.

That got the holly to back off, but once Yasha had calmed down enough that the wings faded away she realized that some of the flowers in the vicinity might have gotten just a bit withered, which was one of the downsides to radiating necrotic energy when she got into one of those... moods. She was, apparently, going to be spending a good chunk of her day fixing up some flower arrangements and tending to the potted plants she'd accidentally damaged.

[OOC: IDK, man, I'm exhausted. Open, SP disclaimer, etc.]

MHA, Landlord's apartment, Friday

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon had told Irene yesterday that he liked to read or watch nice stories to relax, when he could. It occurred to him that even though they weren't...filling, so to speak, he should probably still make more time for them, especially after what had been a fairly draining day.

So, he would be doing that. But he was also absolutely going to shift the sign outside to let people know he was in if they needed anything, because as much as he barely understood what this job was, he was still going to do his best at it.

Hopefully this time he wouldn't end up tied to another fear entity.


[Open for your Jon or MHA needs!]

Atlas Gym, Friday.

[misshapen_spark]

Yang was... not having a great day.

First, her latest attempt at tracking down the area that Raven was in hadn't pulled up any leads. Qrow had given her the most likely locations of the current camp, but she still had to do the legwork to find where they were now.

Second, she'd turned on the radio to find out that apparently Prompto had gone on a date.

It was fine. Totally be fine. It wasn't like they were still dating, and she totally didn't still have feelings for him. Timelines had fucked them over and they'd grown apart and they weren't dating. They weren't the same people they had been as students. So it didn't sting at all.

At least, that's what she was telling herself while she was putting herself through her paces in the weight room, doing her best to stop thinking and just be in the moment with her workout.

Weights, sauna, boxing, sauna, tai chi, sauna, weights... rinse and repeat, until she was too tired for her brain to keep going.

It was fine. And she had a new weight record to beat without using her powers.



[OOC: ABSOLUTELY OPEN. Yang's internal jealous monologue NFB, obv.]

Fandom Counseling, Friday

[sharp_man]

It was a lovely if chilly day, and Hannibal was in his office again. Joni and the flamingos were playing in the yard, and Beethoven was grumpily curled up on some papers on Hannibal's desk.

It was possible that Hannibal had put a small pile of papers on his desk purely to lure the cat there so he'd stay off the computer, which Hannibal was using to alternately troll psychiatry forums and play online chess. He'd actually found a few decent opponents (for the chess, anyway).

Fandom Counseling was open!

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, that I put down in words..."

After two weeks of back-and-forthing with the new club in Baltimore, Lucifer had finally found the time and peace of mind to sit down behind the piano again. It had been a bit and a half, so he was trying to get back into it with some basic Beatles-Elton John-mishmash.

It felt nice, his fingers moving over the keys, the bright sound coming out of the piano. It was a good one.

He was glad he'd stopped buying the novelty ones.