Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [11/16].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Turning into a kid was always sort of a weird one for Tisarwat, because it was always just so...jarring to her, who sometimes forgot what she was like before everything that happened, and how that Tisarwat...didn't really exist anymore. She ceased to exist the moment Anaander Mianaai hijacked her brain, fused it with her entire self and being and thousands of years of memories, and created something entirely different. These days, Tisarwat didn't even know who that other Tisarwat had even really been.

So being reminded was...

Vapid. Shallow. Unambitious. She had to admit, the Tyrant had chosen well, if she was looking for just some empty, inconsequential shell to inhabit, because that was all that Tisarwat really was.

But that was still her.

Needless to say, the whole thing gave her a terrible headache, not to mention all the mixed feeling of feeling both grateful that her brain had been hijacked, and also furious over the implications, and while she was glad to have had all of Monday to recover, she still wasn't quite feeling great. Still, she was going to at least try to go to the shop and be productive and normal...as normal as could be when wrestling with the impossible duality of your existence and what it was all supposed to mean...if anything.

...that Tisarwat from before wouldn't have worried about any of this stuff...

...but was that a good thing or not?

Groovy Tunes is open!

Near the Causeway | Tuesday after sunset

[fortworeasons]

It had been a long and perilous journey from Staten Island, and by 'perilous,' Laszlo mostly meant 'kind of boring and lonely.' It had hit him somewhere around south Pennsylvania (one of the lesser -sylvanias in Laszlo's opinion) that he'd left behind not only Staten Island, but the life he'd enjoyed for half a century.

He wouldn't miss his roommates. Fuck those guys. But his sweet, gentle Nadja -- well. Probably for the best that he wasn't around for when she read that letter, really.

But she was strong. She'd cope without him. And Laszlo was distracted from his marital concerns shortly, as it seemed he'd found a castle to hide out in until Jim forgot about the debt he owed.

Thus, near the causeway, a bat trailing a plume of black smoke gave a pop and became the form of a human man, and Laszlo looked around at his new surroundings curiously.

"Did I somehow end up back in Europe?" Oh, that wouldn't do at all. He'd certainly need a disguise there. Unless human memories really were so short as to forget a man they'd driven out a mere 150 years prior.

[so open!]

Fix & Clean-Tuesday Morning

[alwaysonguard]

 So the weekend had been... interesting. The fallout from it all on Monday? Not so much.

Dwight was well aware of just how much he had changed since his youth, mentally and physically, and he paid the price for having 48 hours of sugar, boundless energy, almost no sleep, and childhood memories. A full day passed out in the apartment dealt with a lot of that. But as he finally pulled himself out of bed, got showered, and staggered downstairs into the workshop, there were still some things he was still mulling over (and likely would be for some time). 

Being a kid again reminded him of what his childhood had been like, as much as he tried to not think about it too much. But that step back to his youth had opened the doors to a lot of memories.  Some good. Like the memories of going hunting with his dad, exploring the woods, and the handful of memories he had of the entire family being together. Some not so good.  Like memories of when his mother died, how abusive his father became afterwards, how the family splintered apart, and how he grew up longing for the day he could leave it all behind.

Thankfully the island had chosen an early time after his mother had died for him to relive. Before things had gotten too bad. But still, when looking back nearly 25 years into the past, age 9 to 12 is an easy jump to make... and Dwight's mind was full and a bit turbulent as he got the coffee started downstairs, opened the shop doors, and sat behind the counter.

Glancing at the oversized sword that lay on the workbench Dwight's lips curled into a slight smile remembering how he got it, or well the kid-friendly inflatable version at least. He would have to make sure he got in touch with Amaya and returned the blade to it's proper owner.

 

(Open post with SP disclaimer as usual!)

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Today in Thanksgiving decor, there was a handmade paper mâché cornucopia on the bar. And mini bottles of booze kept falling out of it and spilling out onto the bartop randomly.

"This feels bad for business somehow," Kitty said.


[Open!]

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

[misshapen_spark]

"Okay, team, we're off for more sorting!" Yang said cheerfully as they headed through the portal.

"As you may know, there is a gift-giving holiday coming up in this country. A few of them, actually! And as you may have noticed, this world -- like many others -- has a wealth-disparity issue and not everyone can afford gifts for their families."

"This year is even more of a challenge, because families all around the globe continue to need support because of the economic and personal challenges the pandemic has created. So today, we're volunteering with a gift drive that is taking that into account."

"While 'Toys for Tots' is fairly well known, people tend to focus on the 'tot' part of that name and only provide toys for babies. But that program has drawbacks, like the short application period, or the limited toys. In reality, people of all ages need toys to promote their creativity, and they deserve to pick what they want, not structured along gender or age lines."

"This particular gift drive has two goals: items donated will go to two very worthy local organizations: Hallie Q. Brown Community Center in St. Paul, Minnesota, and the Women’s Prison Book Project in Minneapolis, Minnesota."

"This drive is doing all they can to make donating safe and easy for everyone despite the ongoing pandemic. In addition to physical donation boxes in multiple stores in the area, people also have five options for donating remotely."

"So today, you have options. You can join the van crew and ride around emptying donation sites, you can process the items that are arriving at the central distribution hub, you can unpack the remotely-donated items, or you can help at any of the other things going on at the community center today. They also have a food shelf that's open today, or childcare down the hall."

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"Look, if Miley Cyrus thinks she can do it, I should absolutely do it."

And thus, after putting up the specials board - WEIRD MARGARITAS 10% OFF - Lucifer retreated to the piano for a loud rendition of Nothing Else Matters, followed by a number of other classy piano renditions of metal tunes.

Perhaps it was Octavia's musical choices last week that had brought it out in him. Perhaps he just felt unnecessarily competitive towards Miley Cyrus.

Did you really want to ask?

[[ open! ]]

The Photo Hut - Tuesday

[flamesburned]

Liz had not really slept last night and so was more tired than usual when she opened up the Photo Hut for that day and Rain had decided to join her so she had some company with her on her shift.

She had spent a good portion of yesterday evening handwavily training with her powers in one of the holorooms since she had told Dr. Lecter that she would and it was the first time since Pittsburg that she had properly trained with them.

It was a mix of both the weekend and training with her powers again that had resulted in her not being able to sleep properly. She was scared of falling asleep because she knew what could happen sometimes when she dreamed and she didn’t want to have to explain to the fire department why there were scorch marks on her bedsheets.

She did have her journal out though and she was making careful note of how she was feeling at this precise second, even though she had been keeping up with the journal since her last session - it was still rather a weird feeling to be keeping up with journalling again after all this time.

In between her journalling, she was also busy setting up an instagram account for Rain since she had decided that it was now time that Rain had her own account and it was something to also keep her distracted since it gave her the opportunity to take even more photos for Rain’s new instagram account.

[that Liz was tired and writing in her journal is fine for broadcast but the actual contents that she is writing and that she had been training with her powers is NFB please. The Photo Hut is open]