Fandom Island Museum, Thursday Daytime

[hasaknightjob]

The upcoming Saturday was... well Steven would be lying if he said there weren't mixed feelings. But then again mixed feelings about things was what he and Marc did best, wasn't it?

On the plus side today was work, and catching up on what needed doing after a week away. So Steven was behind the Welcome Desk, going through mail, making sure they were fully stocked on brochures, and all other sorts of maintenance tasks.

It helped to keep his mind off of things. Though of course he'd not complain about any visitors who also kept his mind off of things, should any stop by.

[open]

Pick Your Poison, Thursday

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Margo hadn't heard from Eliot in days. No texts, no bunnies, no nothing.

First, she'd assumed a bender or a sleepover or something. Now, she was beginning to lean towards Fillory-napped. Fuck. Was this how he'd felt when she'd gotten yoinked back there last year?

She was worried. Extremely so. But she was Margo Hanson, and she was going to keep it together, and she was opening up the stupid shop while she worked out a way to get a fucking bunny.

And so Pick Your Poison was open. Technically. In reality, there was a Margo at the counter deeply engrossed in some magical texts, surrounded by opened bottles of perfume.

[[ open ]]

The Magpie Emporium, Thursday (3/7)

[drumsticksandd20s]

If Steph was looking at photos from a certain movie premiere from last night, it was totally just as a leadup to her and Vi's planned weekend, really.

Just ignore the slightly slack-jawed look on her face every time she glanced at her phone screen in between actual work tasks.

[OOC: IDK man. Open, though!]

Plant Parenthood; Thursday [03/07].

[what_big_teeth]

Eleanor would think that furiously taking notes on her class earlier would have been more than enough writing to last her for a while, but the slowness of the day at work and all the thoughts and ideas, things left unsaid or things still unknown, marching through her head was going to drive her mad if she didn't try to put all of it down.

She knew, even if she knew where to send it, Arthur would never see the letters she was trying to write in lieu of being able to talk to him. She knew it would only quiet the questions and longing so much. She knew she was never going to find the right words, but she tried, leaving a small mountain of crumpled up failed attempts in the wastebasket.

And at some point, words just gave way to his name instead, repeated over and over, like a punishment of writing lines after school...

Arthur Arthur Arthur Arthur Arthur Arthur

She filled a whole page of her notebook before slamming it shut and bolting to her feet and forcing herself to ho do something, anything else but that.

Plant Parenthood is open!

Pixie Dust; Thursday [03/07].

[beautiful_boc]

Boc had grown pretty accustomed to strange things happening in the shop, but it was still pretty disconcerting, to wake up one morning, crawl out from your little nest below the counter, and discover that the shop had, seemingly overnight, just turned into a veritable sea of green garments.

Quite a few of them had text on them, as well, which only reminded Boc that he should consider maybe learning how to read things at some point, but it didn't really seem that important. He was far more interested in the plaid patterns and nicely knit sweaters among this new batch of merchandise.

Pixie Dust is open!

The Photo Hut - Thursday

[flamesburned]

There were several boxes waiting downstairs for Liz when she went down that morning, which at first she was rather puzzled about because she didn’t remember ordering that many boxes so she was spending most of the morning unpacking and trying to find room on the shelves.

As she was marking the items off the list, she decided that while she was putting away the new stock that she’d do some inventory as well, especially since it meant that she didn’t have to fill in any reports at least.

[the Photo Hut is open!]