Turtle & Canary; Monday [08/19].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer was avidly determined to ignore Apu completely the moment she walked in the door and he tried to speak to her and she was immediately, "No. No. Absolutely not" and shut that down as soon as she could. He could do that to the cheese panda and hapless customers all day if he wanted, but she wasn't having any of it, which was fine, because she had some work and some texting to do.

Until...

Summer was convinced, of course, that everything in the multiverse was a crapshoot and coincidences were just that, happenstance and bizarre luck that was determined by nothing in particular, no greater forces, no matter how many fucking Jedi and Sith she happened to come across and learn to know and love throughout the years. But moments like this almost made her wonder, because she just so happened to idly look up as Apu was carting a few boxes from a morning shipment (one of the ones she hadn't even ordered) toward Aisle Handwavey.

Black boxes, with some red bleeding edges, and a distinctly precise white lettering in an instantly recognizable font, that she hadn't seen in well over two years, despite her attempts to order it constantly, orders that abruptly cut off sometime around when a certain trio of chocobros left for their best friend's wedding.

"....Hole-lee shit. Apu! Hold on! Wait!"

The poor man didn't know the value of the cargo he was just casually toting into the store, and Summer was going to circumnavigate that instantly to the back room, and quickly, too! She needed to decide if she wanted to use this as a bargaining chip before Gladio stopped in for his weekly beverage run. She needed to strategize. She needed to get some rum for the squirrels. She needed to figure out which of the potential pathways she could take from here would be most beneficial to her in the long run, and while she considered the possibilities, she would be cackling with the mad power that had just fallen so haplessly into her hands.

And then Apu ruined it by saying something to her.

"Please," she said, "I was having a moment, how do you even know any Gungans, I swear to god..."

Today's Squishy Flavors
Potato
Soft Ice Cream
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

[[ and the contents of the shipment NFB, please and thank you! ]]

Infinite Consortium, Monday

[deathsmajesty]

Some days, Liliana opened crates and immediately wished that she had not. Other times it took a few moments and somehow, those were worse. When Liliana first pulled off the lid of the crate, all she noticed was the beautiful crimson silk of the gown. Then the profusion of golden curls. But it wasn't until she had pulled the clockwork figurine from the crate entirely that she realized she would be much happier putting it all back and marking it 'Return to Sender.'

As that was not possible, she had to turn to other ideas. Giving it to Harley, maybe? Making Dean take it? He certainly owed her for holding onto those cursed objects. Feeding it to the chair?

...Well, the latter idea was a bust because as soon as the chair spotted the creature, it was sidling away.

"Coward," she muttered after it. Still, that was enough to put a little starch into Liliana's own spine. Please, she was Liliana Vess. She did not get unsettled by a creepy clockwork figurine; no, she did the unsettling, thank you very much.

Still, she was putting it in the display window quickly and hoping that there was a doll collector on the island that was looking for a very large addition.

Clockwork Droid
An amazing deal at twice the price!

Liliana felt comfortable making that claim as she intended to sell it very, very cheaply.

Stark Industries - Monday

[slothbabyproductions]

Today, Kamala was still riding a high from the weekend so she was in an even better mood than usual. Yes, last week she was a sloth but the last couple of days more than made up for it.

Plus she was eating leftover cake for breakfast so there was also a sugar high involved.

Enter Stark Industries at your own risk. Kamala was likely to be extra cheerful today.

Monday: Covent Garden Flowers

[mylandmyrules]

Nell was busy organizing the shop this morning and hoping that nothing particularly strange was going to happen today. There was a lot of paperwork and ordering to get done for both stores and she hoped - and she shouldn't have even thought it.

There was a knock on the door and before she could even catch her breath she'd been left with two very large crates of potatoes.

Potatoes.

Well, guess what every delivery was going to have with it today? Nicely decorated with a bow and ribbons, but still a potato.

You're welcome.

Pizza Planet, Monday

[carbsliftthespirit]

Raiden's employees had convinced him to put a new recipe on the menu.

One that was allegedly going viral.

One that involved a pizza crust...made out of chicken.

Raiden had his doubts, honestly, but hey, he did love chicken and he'd try anything once! So here they were. Serving the chicken crust pizza. And as long as they were doing that, he figured they'd try some other nontraditional crusts, too, which meant that yes, the watermelon pizza was getting its day in the sun.

Specials
Chicken Crust Caesar Salad Pizza
Zucchini Puff Pastry Pizza with Lemon & Goat Cheese
Watermelon Pizza

"I just want to know what the thought process was, because even I never looked at a chicken and thought, 'I could make a pizza crust out of that.'" And why did he feel the weird urge to apologize to Arden for something?

Pizza Planet is open! Try the chicken! Or, you know, order a large pepperoni like God intended.

Trooper Station, Monday afternoon

[grenadesandohana]

Steve was not missing Diego today, so you just shut up about that.

...and also don't ask who he was texting really obnoxious memes to because the answer was definitely Diego. (And Danny, because making Danny roll his eyes brought Steve joy.)

The Trooper Station was open, scrupulously clean, and boooooooooooooored.

The Devil's Nest, Monday night

[texted3times]

Eric was giving Tiny space tonight--the bartender had been inspired by the Olympics and was now attempting to use the top of the bar as a pommel horse.

Eric winced as something glass hit the floor. "That's coming out of your paycheck!" he yelled from the lounge.

The bar was open!

The Magpie Emporium, Monday [19/8]

[giveittoyoursister]

Not for the first time, Vi had received a mystery shipment with no indication that Steph had ever ordered it.

This one turned out to be full of plushies, that looked like weird bird-cat things, with proportions that made them look ridiculously cute.

So Vi would just be spending her morning setting them out to play with the displacer beast plushies.

[Open!]