Infinite Consortium, Monday

[deathsmajesty]

One of these things was not like the other.

Liliana studied the five cups in front of her. They were all everflowing chalices, but while four of them looked the part, the fifth... Well, Liliana wasn't sure what the designer of the fifth one had been thinking. One pair looked like something people would assume she'd drink from - darling, she lived with zombies, she didn't decorate with them, the occasional couture item notwithstanding - and the second pair was closer to her style, though embellished to the point of ridiculousness, and both of those made sense. If nothing else, when you were dealing with an artifact, you wanted people to look at it and say, 'Oh, yes, that's very clearly powerful and expensive, I probably shouldn't touch it.'

...Which brought her right back to puzzling over the fifth.

It wasn't a chalice or a goblet at all, but a flask, battered and worn, with a blue leather cover that had the number '13' stitched on in bright yellow fabric. The color scheme and the font reminded her of something she'd seen on the island recently, but no matter how hard she concentrated, she couldn't remember when or what it was.

Bloody obnoxious whispers.

With a shrug, she put all five in the display window. Who knew? Someone might have an aesthetic that could be summed up by 'gothic necropolis but make it post-apocalyptic' and would want all five. Weird things had happened!

Everflowing Chalice
To drink of mana itself.

[Open!]

Monday: Covent Garden Flowers

[mylandmyrules]

Today was definitely a day for spring (summer) cleaning. Nell had everything out in the shop, doing a deep clean, rearranging, and getting rid of all sorts of old things they didn't use.

Why in the world did they have two boxes full of flyers for an event held ten years ago? Or an entire forgotten box of matchbooks?

In any case, by the end of the day the shop was going to be spotless and Nell was going to be sweaty and dirty.

Turtle & Canary; Monday [06/24].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer thought about skipping out on work as an extension of her birthday weekend, but since she and Stark had already returned in time for paintball, she figured it wouldn't hurt to at least drop in and see how things were going and to make sure nothing had gotten too chaotic or wild in her absence. And you know what? Everything seemed pretty a-okay. That was kind of the beauty of a store that, if left to its own devices, really did seem to delight in running itself well and efficiently. She could sort of disappear whenever she wanted or needed to and things just chugged right along.

There was, of course, a big display and sale on swimwear and swim gear. Not because it was summer, or anything like that, perish the thought. Just because it was apparently National Swim a Lap Day, and Apu just wanted to make sure you best equipped with the best gear for....that one lap, apparently.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Pralines
Cream
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Streets of Fandom, Monday Late Morning

[imafuturist]

After classes and maybe to give Steve just a little space for a moment, Tony was busy around town putting up posters to let people know about an upcoming party.

Steve Rogers & Tony Stark invite you to a
ROLLER DISCO PARTY
FRIDAY, JUNE 28TH
SUNSET
STARK TOWER
Dress in your best (19)70s outfit!
Rollerskates will be provided

Nothing said closing out Pride Month quite like that, right?

[establishy, but open if you like!]

Trooper Station, Monday, June 24, 2024

[grenadesandohana]

Steve had gotten the slightest bit of sunburn on his nose and cheeks this weekend--the only clue that he'd been at Pride--and was now catching up on paperwork.

"There was a kidnapping?" he asked Ralph, sounding excited.

Ralph gestured for him to keep reading.

"Oh, the guy forgot he'd left his kids at his ex's house for the weekend," Steve read aloud. "Wow. Woooow."

The Trooper Station was open and currently swapping stories about pointless phone calls.

The Devil's Nest, Monday, June 24, 2024

[texted3times]

Tiny was behind the bar in nothing but a rainbow thong and you know what, Eric wasn't asking any follow-up questions about that.

You do you, Tiny.

"Do we still have those giant drinks Thor was making on Saturday?" he asked. "I'll take one of each."

Because something had to kill his memories of Tiny in a thong, right?

Devil's Nest was open! Don't make Tiny turn around.

The Park, Butt O'Clock Monday Morning

[shapethecentury]

Bucky's weekend had been much like the tail end of his Friday: rest, hiding. The former to keep Jesse happy (in whatever sense of the word), the latter just... for him. None of this felt real yet, but it didn't feel unreal strongly enough for him not to know that facing the world outside of Jesse's apartment and the greater MCA was going to have consequences.

So he'd taken a few days, to get his head on as straight as it would go. They'd broken back into his old apartment (which felt like a tomb, a shrine to a bygone time in his life), and he'd found the keys in there, but hadn't fully made the transition yet. He wasn't even sure yet he wanted to. Éponine's old hideout in the warehouse district was probably still there, and with the way he'd been living for the past couple of years (like a rat in the walls of the world), it appealed to him.

But he could figure all that out later.

Weird, that word: later. Bucky wasn't sure he believed in it yet.

Anyway, the keys and some of his old clothes (which didn't entirely fit right anymore, but which at least covered up the state of his torn-up metal shoulder, if not the fact that his entire left arm below it was just gone) weren't all he'd found at the old place. He'd also found his old phone, the one before the string of burner ones. Which meant he had some numbers.

He'd already reached out to Steve, like he and Jesse had promised. Bucky was going to have some kind of clandestine rendez-vous with him on the mainland in a few days, get the score on what had happened in Siberia after they'd left, and what was next. Talk.

And right now, it was still much too early for most people to be out and about. The island was still just waking up, getting ready for the new day. It was already hot out, but Bucky didn't care, barely even noticed. He walked himself to the park, and found a bench where he could sit and look at the flamingos.

He sent one text, just two words.

Then he sent another, with a few more.

And then he just sat, and watched the birds, and waited for something that might not even happen.

[ooc: Open for all other up-way-too-early folks! With some SP likely in the European afternoon as I actually go outside and such.]

The Magpie Emporium, Monday [24/6]

[giveittoyoursister]

The store wasn't done with Pride, not when just was just a week shy of the month still to go, but there was a definite air of everyone in the store from Vi to the gremlins to Saffron (who'd had to endure such hardships on her own while everyone else was at the parade) just chilling and taking it easy after the weekend.

Except Little Bot, who was a literal machine, and trundling around the store making sure everything was in order.

[Open!]