Needful Things; Sunday

[totalwildcard]

Harley's brain felt itchy. Only figuratively, of course - as far as she could tell, at least - but still. It was annoying. And persistent, to boot, since it had been going on since the previous weekend, which according to the fickle whims of Harley's unstable perception of time meant it had been going on forever.

The feeling also hadn't been helped by her failed glitter bomb attempt earlier in the week. She was going to have to hide the next trap even better - although she also had to wonder just how much of a paranoid wreck poor Frenchie had to be to have apparently checked things closely enough to notice the first one in time to not set it off?

Not her concern on Sunday, though. Oh, sure, she'd got started on building an even smaller rig for all the glitter, but it hadn't been doing anything for the itch, so she'd dropped it, and had taken Bruce out for a long walk instead.

And then on the way back, there it had been, just two doors down from her store: the tattoo place.

Flash forward several long moments and even more tiny needle stabs, and Harley was back in her own store, cheerfully puttering around with a protective second skin wrap over the new-old tattoo on the back of her left shoulder. There, that seemed to have taken some of the edge off of the itch! And if it stopped working, she could always go back for more!

In the meantime, Needful Things was open! No, it wasn't Friday. Considering Harley hadn't bothered opening the store on Friday, she clearly didn't care.

(open!)

JGoB, Sunday

[stykera]

It was officially fall now. It even felt fall-ish outside. Inside the bakery everything was fall flavors and fall colors and fall scents.

"Maple frosted cinnamon roll?" one employee behind the counter suggested. "Or some of the maple cookies? Apple cake? Apple cider donuts? Caramel apple pie? Pumpkin cheesecake?"

"There's so much," Stark said, looking around. "I'm sure all of it is good. Maybe the cinnamon roll to start?"

He would get some of the apple cider donuts to take with him for later. Those were always good.

One cinnamon roll, warmed up slightly, was handed over and Stark took it with him to a table by the window. He was absently pulling off small pieces while scrolling through something on his phone. There were places to go that needed to be researched, after all.

[Open, ofc, for bakery and alien needs]

The Ink Spot, Sunday

[theworst_verine]

There wasn't a bird around to give Logan something to do in the shop, which meant that he was left to his own devices. That was a mistake because he was now trying to figure out the best location to take a nap in the shop without anyone being able to interrupt him.

Maybe with a pillow made of books.

Doing real good at this whole employment thing. Doin' real good.

[open of course]