The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (6/16)

[drumsticksandd20s]

Pride was this weekend. This weekend, and Steph was probably getting more nervous about it than she ever really got about any of her projects. But then, this was the biggest thing she'd ever put together mostly on her own, and it just happened to be a project that meant a lot to her on a very personal level, so... probably not a surprise that she was stressing out about it a bit.

At least she wasn't stressing out about it so much that she couldn't take the time to appreciate Graham's contributions to her miniature Pride parade of adventurers, though -- she was taking a lot of pictures of those and sending them back to the Haven Springs gang, plus Pixie and a couple of other friends back in Seattle.

As for Little Bot's contributions? There were several small pyramidal stacks of pine cones in different Pride flag color combinations around the edges of the store by now, and while it still made no sense that the damn things kept proliferating in here, Steph wasn't going to deny that they added a nice quirky touch to the theme.

Seriously, though... what is the deal with this? Why pine cones?

Not that she was going to figure it out any time soon. Anyway, she had too much to do today to spend much time puzzling it out.

[OOC: Open!]

Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

Steven wasn't stupid. He knew Marc was hiding something from him. But it was Marc which meant it was bloody useless to even guess because Marc would be secretive about his favorite song if he thought it was helpful. Only thing to do was wait it out until Marc felt like talking.

In he meanwhile there was work. Since it was still Pride month, Steven had found an interview about queer animals in the wild. He set that up on a tablet for anyone to play if they were interested.

As for himself, he briefly debated picking up where he'd left off on the reading Lana had sent him about Sith philosophy. But, on a whim, he pulled out his phone and instead spent his spare time looking up what types of foods were available in the early 1900s.

[open!]

Groovy Tunes; Thursday [06/16].

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat was at the counter today, going over expense reports and inventory lists for the store, sighing frequently into her tea as she reminded herself that, once upon a time, a nice boring desk job much like this had actually been something she had wanted for herself.

It was moments like this that made her feel weirdly grateful for her brain having been highjacked by the Lord of the Radch, but, at the same time, moments like this also made her wistful for having that kind of blissful ignorance again.

At least it wasn't all boring, though. There was at least a brief spot of intrigue and speculation that they not only had tiny miniature keyboards in stock, but that they had recently sold a few of them recently, although to whom and for what purpose, she had no idea.

Groovy Tunes is open!

Magic Box | Thursday

[dishesonthetoprack]

Scott had meant to just get coffee on his way in. That had been the intent, okay?

But then the bakery had been clearing out some of yesterday's muffins, and...like, he wasn't that picky. It wasn't like they'd had time to go stale overnight, right? And who didn't like muffins? Especially cheap ones!

And upon reflection -- yes, sure, they would have been better fresh. But cheap muffins were cheap muffins!

Once Scott was settled in at the shop, he set to work unpacking a shipment of white-tipped black wands that they'd received -- and after about three minutes, realized he'd been incredibly rude.

He paused, took a muffin, walked outside and carefully set it at Jeff's feet before saluting the skeleton and heading back in.

Like. That was not the kind of guy you wanted to accidentally offend, right? And Scott had seen a lot of weirder things than a ten foot-tall skeleton potentially eating a muffin. (He at least wanted to offer, even if Jeff declined-slash-stayed immobile.)

[open!]

Pick Your Poison, Thursday

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

You know? Sometimes a girl just needed some her time. A few weeks of her-time. Some I-kinda-hate-retail her-time Margo hoped would be permanent in the future.

And then someone had to go and actually discover her online store and the whole thing had to go viral on TikTok and yadda yadda yadda.

"Right, so hovering bath bombs," Margo muttered, stretching behind her counter with her phone in her hand. Browsing TikTok. "Fancy bath glitter that makes shapes. All this over-the-top hocus pocus flair, we can pull it off without this basic trickery."

It'd be easier with Josh around, but still: anyone who needed Margo would find her leaning over the counter, writing down mathematical equations.

[[ open ]]

The Photo Hut - Thursday

[flamesburned]

Liz had barely slept since Monday and the drinking she had done last night had not helped with how tired and miserable she felt.

She tried to focus on work, working on her photo editing skills but her mind wouldn’t focus. She kept thinking back to how much of a mess she had made of everything and that she needed to see Steven before they met for the photo shoot later that afternoon and before she headed home tomorrow morning.

She was glad to be going home, a part of her did wonder if it would be better if she just didn’t bother coming back .. at least that way she couldn’t screw things up anymore.

She stared at the computer screen, trying to focus on her work but her vision kept blurring and she had to keep blinking back tears, it was taking a lot of effort to trying not to start crying in the store.

[the Photo Hut is open!]