The Preserve: Tuesday Afternoon

[mylandmyrules]

Nell sat down on her small blanket, back up against one of the bigger trees, and immediately dug her feet into the soil. She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the feel of the land and letting it gift her back some of the energy expended during her lesson with Marc.

She smiled over at him. "Much better. I always feel better with my feet in the dirt."

It was still strange wearing one of her new outifts, but it had certainly made movement easier and she didn't have to be so conscientious sitting on the ground.

"So, how am I doing?"

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Tuesday [08/02].

[special_rabbit]

Amaya never really put much stock in those weekends where glimpses of the potential future seemed to filter on in; she could categorically say that each one she'd experienced was clearly so ridiculous that their likelihood was pretty unlikely, if you asked her, not to mention all the various inconsistencies and, quite frankly, impossibilities. Although, she had to admit, this last one did give her some interesting food for thought, with something that didn't so much involve her personally, but that scrawny dangly kind from Llewdor who she half thought was going to smash his hands to bits when he took her class last session? Becoming the king of Daventry and actually doing a good job of it?

Now that was interesting. And something she thought about a little as she got back to work on that scythe, realizing it wouldn't be long before the blade was finished enough that she'd have to go find some good wood to use for the handle. Or, really, maybe, since she and Dwight actually were talking about and getting back to some cooperative projects, she could actually just shift it over to him, see how he could handle a handle, so to speak.

The Forge is open!

[[ and the Dwight thread happens last in the chronology, for...obvious reasons lol ]]

Diaz & Ass.; Tuesday [08/02].

[died8yearsago]

Even though she very rarely did work on the weekends unless she was in an active investigation that required it, Rosa reserved the right to still complain about weekends like last throwing her off and putting her behind on her work. She was, of course, mostly just using that as a new place to channel her annoyance about it into something else, so that she wouldn't have to think too hard about why it was so annoying.

So here we go. Back to the here and now and the quest to hunt down a stuffed beaver.

...okay, if this was her present, maybe her future wasn't actually all that bad after all.

Diaz & Ass. is open!

The Perk, Tuesday Morning

[pocketpretzels]

Perhaps one day Watts might get himself a coffee machine of his own for his apartment. Hard to say, given that was not one of the details regarding the future that stuck around in his memories following the weekend.

In the meantime, there was the Perk, whose iced beverages in particular he was coming to appreciate.

He got his drink, settled at a table, and thoroughly ignored the barista's eyeroll when he pulled his own snack off where he was keeping it on his pocketwatch chain.

[ooc: opennnnn.]

Fire Station | Tuesday

[firehousehimbo]

It seemed to have been an eventful weekend. If only Buck could remember what happened. Work seemed to be as slow as usual, and there wasn't even much busy work to do.

Which left him to just sit there and think too hard on how he woke up yesterday and the bruises on his shoulder.

[Open]

Magic Box | Tuesday

[scarlet_chaos]

Wanda had been late to work. She had the strangest dream. A wonderful dream, where she had Billy and Tommy again and they were happy. It felt so real.

And then she woke up. In her apartment, on this island, alone. She couldn't be blamed for taking a little bit longer to drag herself out of bed after that.

She was here, if late. This time last year she was already getting ready for Halloween, but this morning she didn't have the energy to do much more than stare off into the distance, trying to remember every detail of the dream she had.

[Open]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Tino's Back to School Special was crossed out on the board today.

"It's August 2," Kitty told him. "And that's kind of a weird special to run when a teacher is behind the bar."

He was still going to try to get everyone to try a Back to school-tini upon getting to the bar, though.


[Open!]

Taste of Thai, Tuesday Evening

[stykera]

Stark had tried not to worry about this impending date. Occasionally he'd succeeded. He just didn't have much experience with actual dates and had spent far too much time thinking about that fact, among other things.

He'd arrived at the restaurant earlier than necessary, been seated at the table, and immediately began fiddling with his silverware and napkin. He shouldn't be nervous about this. He knew that. And yet he was. This was fairly unfamiliar territory. But it was going to be fine. He hoped. There was no real reason for it not to be.

But he was Stark. He worried. So he was watching the door anxiously.

[For the other awkward guy but if you're feeling a need for Thai food this evening I certainly won't stop you!]

The Photo Hut - Tuesday

[flamesburned]

Liz was back at the store again today, since it had turned out she really hadn’t done that much extra work and it had been more of an excuse to just hide out away from everyone for a while.

She wasn’t crying today though, she was still tired and upset and missing Prompto but she was feeling a lot calmer than she did yesterday and talking to Marc had helped with that that.

Today she was spending the morning taking her time and focusing on the last of the paperwork that she didn’t get round to finishing last week and trying to get as much work done as she could so she could try and stay on topic of her work..

[the Photo Hut is open!]