Infinite Consortium, Monday

[deathsmajesty]

Oh look! Liliana had decided to actually work today!

Well. Sort of.

Okay, so Liliana had sneezed several times after opening up this week's shipment and had declared that the store was in need of some sweeping and dusting and had pushed a pushbroom and some rags into the armor's gauntlets to take care of it.

"What?" she scoffed. "Do you think I'm going to clean? Don't be ridiculous."

The armor groaned at her.

"Several reasons, actually," she replied. "First, I have other things to attend to--"

The armor groaned again.

"Don't interrupt me. And...I'm going over the books." This groan sounded decidedly skeptical. "Yes, I do. Just...sporadically. Anyway, the second reason you're going to clean up is because you are also vulnerable to the chair."

The chair shuffled into the aisle, hopeful.

"No one is talking to you." Liliana didn't even turn to look at the chair, she was continuing to glare at the armor. The chair sulked back to where it had been before, just a completely normal armchair. "And the final reason - the only one I really even need - is because I told you to. You're a ghost haunting armor. I'm a necromancer. If you'd like, I can show you how that math works out. Consider it a little warmup before I tackle that bookkeeping."

The armor very quickly began sweeping.

Liliana watched it with narrowed eyes before returning to the counter in a swirl of skirts to take out the accounting books...and then ignore them entirely in favor of filing her nails.

The armor was cleaning, the chair was pouting, and the proprietress was debating between shades of nail polish.

Monday: Covent Garden Flowers

[mylandmyrules]

Today was a day for cleaning. Which meant everything taken down, cleaned to within an inch of its life, straightened, put back again, and organized. Walls, floors, shelves, nothing was safe.

The flowers had been through this before and just quietly made sure all their leaves and petals were in order and waited for it all to stop. It was worth it, they like a sparkling clean shop as well as Nell, but while the cleaning was going on it was a bit intense.

Trooper Station, Monday, September 30, 2024

[grenadesandohana]

It was nice enough outside today that Steve took the Troopers on a long run around the island with him this morning (they were thrilled about it) and came back to the office in time to catch the phone on a final ring.

"Fandom Trooper Station," he answered, then frowned. "Seriously? Sir, I'm not singing you 'Happy Birthday'. That's not an emergency."

His listened to the reply, then answered, "No, that's still not something for the police. Maybe sign up for the three minutes dates at the bar next time if you're so lonely."

The Trooper Station was open and not in a singing mood.

Stark Industries - Monday

[slothbabyproductions]

The gremlins were quiet today but that might be due to the fact that AC/DC was still marathoning through the office area.

Kamala was doing her to mentally block out the music and focus on planning the open house for this upcoming Saturday. There really wasn’t much to plan to be honest other than the food and the fact that her old nemesis Jeremy had mysteriously been given the day off.


Funny how that works.

Pizza Planet, Monday

[carbsliftthespirit]

This week at Pizza Planet, Raiden was on the phone. "But I thought you were gonna--uh-huh. No, yeah, that's--we can totally make that work." A beat. "Galen's not coming, right? Okay, good. Because I love Galen, but--yeah. Yeah. Okay, yeah, I'll let him know."

After he hung up, he stared into the middle distance for a long moment. Daman had been bound to get jealous that most of his brothers had been to visit and he hadn't yet eventually, but...Daman coming to socialize? That was sure a thing.

Specials
Potato, Asparagus, & Smoked Oyster Pizza
Fig & Caramelized Onion Pizza
Roasted Butternut Squash Pizza with Caramelized Onions & Rosemary

Pizza Planet is open!

The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

[texted3times]

Eric came into the bar tonight to find Tiny in a black body suit and a jack-o-latern on his head, dancing. "It's not October until tomorrow," he said, sounding deeply tired.

The Devil's Nest was open. The bartender was jazzed about spooky seaoson. The vampire was drinking bourbon and trying to avoid making eye contact with whatever it was Tiny was doing now.

Pick Your Poison, Monday Afternoon

[joan_of_bark]

A few-- was it months? -- ago, the lamia had been in her organs, in her brain. But it had retreated, leaving Pam alive, for now, occasionally nipping at her bones or crawling over her flesh. Fine, for the time being. These days, she preferred not to be actively dying.

But it was still growing. And so, rattled from that morning, she retreated to the bathroom of the little laboratory-apartment above Pick Your Poison with a razor. She'd bundle up the chunks of lamia from her thighs and sides with the remains of the fungal creature and dispose of it later.

For now, she let them lay on the shower floor. She went downstairs, cracked open the front door to let some fresh air in, checked in on the garden-- and then found herself approaching the back, where the inventory sat.

If she was going to stay here for a while, she might as well clear out all the crappy 'eco-friendly' chemical bombs the previous owner had left her. Pam found a big trash can, put it down behind the counter, and began to work her way through shelves of shampoos and bath bombs.

It kept her mind quiet.

[[ open ]]

The Magpie Emporium, Monday [30/9]

[giveittoyoursister]

Generally Vi didn't spend a lot of time on the internet (repeatedly killing her phone battery watching that one trailer didn't count) even when she wasn't at work, but today she'd needed to look something up, then one link lead to another, and now she was on some fan forum staring slack jawed at some of the more...let's go with questionable take.

"Nobody acts like that! That makes no sense!"

Someone was Wrong On The Internet, and only Vi's general refusal to make social media accounts of any kind was stopping her from making it worse.

[Open!]