Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (3/25)

[notarockharpist]

For several weeks now Yasha had been fielding one rambling, cut-off Sending after another from Jester. That in and of itself wasn't so unusual except that lately all of the messages were part of one very concerted effort on Jester's part to get her to come out to Nicodranas for a visit.

-- totally come! Beau's going to be there too, and it's been forever since all of us got to hang out and oh my gosh there's --

Yasha nodded along with the magical projection of Jester's voice in her ear as she prepared the tea for the day, her face scrunched up into a long-suffering expression that was faltering by the second. Very few things, if any at all, could withstand the cheerful persistence of one excitable little blue tiefling, and Yasha was certainly not one of those few hypothetical things.

-- you on a tour of the city, and all the good pastry shops, 'cause I send you lots but you know it's really not the --

"Jester, Jester, okay," she finally blurted out. "I will go, all right? Just... give me a few days to make the arrangements." It was fine when all she had to do was provide a glowering, intimidating presence at the Portalocity office while Beau did the talking, but if she had to do the talking herself, too? Yeah, it was going to take a little more time.

The message she got in response was a very long one, because as it turned out a single drawn-out breathless squeal only counted against 1 word of the spell's 25-word limit, but at least it had Yasha almost smiling as she finished all her preparations and opened the shop for the day.

[OOC: Jester's Sending spell shenanigans are the cutest. Anyway, shop and post are open, even if I did only remember to do this right before I ship her off for some canon...]

The Perk | Friday Afternoon

[defenderofdesmoines]

It was iced coffee season again, you guys.

Or, at least, not 'it's too cozy-and-or-prohibitively-cold-to-consider-iced-coffee' season anymore.

Which was how Friday afternoon found Annie curled up at a table in the Perk with a whole folder on American Hero front of her, brightly advertising its title in bold, patriotic lettering, and a gigantic cup laden with whipped cream and various syrups to deal with it.

It looked like she was going to have a few months to get used to this idea, and right now this was all sort of just...proof of concept, but it was still making her actually sigh aloud every now and then as she paged through the packet.

"I don't know why we can't just audition people the old-fashioned way, like I did," she grumbled, mostly to herself.

[open post is open!]

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

Rey was back on the course today, trying it out with her staff instead of her lightsaber today, as a test for how she could use a doublesaber in this situation. The results were middling, because she had to adjust to not using it like she used either weapon normally, and it was a little unwieldy especially with the gravity. But it was also her first time trying it.

Maybe it would feel more natural if she set Barry's drones up?


[Open!]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"So I'm thinking avant garde banjo players, accompanied by harpsichord," Lucifer said, eyeing his phone as he sat at the bar. "And the week after that, hm... electronica? Well, that's rarely anything but noise..."

There was a new sign that said Suggestions for musical acts [NOT HERE] go here.

There was another sign that promised 20% off select bottles of white wine.

Lucifer's face was buried in his phone, either way. He was-- trying to focus. It was hard, under the circumstances.

(He really hoped he wouldn't have to postpone this opening.)

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