The Magpie Emporium; Friday [11/15].

[pun_king]

Even though Graham had lots of chocolate from his class earlier (not to mention a bunch of other things he'd brought with him to snack on), once he settled behind the counter at the Empoooooor~rium, he did so with a thoughtful frown of concentration and the occasional scratching of his head. He was trying to work out some of the details of the next session with his Daventry friends, and was honestly having a tough time figuring out what to do. He'd based the campaign all around working with a dragon, but now, it would seem, the tides were turning (mostly thanks to Whisper, who else?) against the dragon. And with his own dragon-related trauma and guilt, he really wanted to work a way to convince the party against going up a dragon that they were not even remotely leveled for.

"What if...." he murmured to himself as he jotted down ideas, "it turns out that there were actually ten dragons...."

He was liking this idea an awful lot, but it depended on the party being smart enough to not go up against ten dragons when one dragon was more than enough, but he did not trust his party to do that in the slightest...

"It could," he continued to reason to himself, "be a good learning opportunity, though. A teaching moment..."

He was definitely going to be working on this a lot today.

The Magpie Emporium is open!

Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

Following today's field trip, Watts had so much chocolate. So much. He'd even brought some back for the Troopers (Steve and Danny too, yes, of course).

So the station was open and somewhat chocolatey today.

Plant Parenthood: Friday [11/15].

[what_big_teeth]

Now that she'd been freed of sloth duty once more, Eleanor had every intention of coming into work that Friday and doing some research on some mixtures and recipes to actually maybe start giving this apothecary thing an honest try. She'd gotten a letter from her sister and had to start looking into greenhouse construction, too, so there was a lot of work to be done.

Too bad she couldn't keep her mind from drifting back to Wednesday, and Kamala changing back, and their postpone perfect homecoming dance and shy glimpses of skin and...

Staying on task today had been a very lofty goal, and, at some point, Eleanor just gave up trying, made herself some tea, and just let herself daydream as she waited for the end of her workday.

Plant Parenthood is open!

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

The days where Rey was all alone in the warehouse were very weird. Where did the woodchucks go? What were they up to? Was she somehow going to get hit either a plank of chucked wood when she was least expecting it? She didn't trust it.

It also meant that she could be hanging off the climbing wall and suddenly stop when she thought she heard a noise. Didn't trust it.


[Open!]

The Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

[my_own_advocate]

"Does the island realize it's November?" Lucifer inquired.

He stood at the door, sipping a hot toddy, staring out into the massive, unrelenting burst of... Christmas... that seemed to have landed on their actual floor. Plush red carpeting. White fringes along the bar. Fairy lights everywhere. Delicate little snowflake pendants hanging from the rafters.

And pillows everywhere, still, of course, just now perfectly in theme.

Lucifer sighed, and took another sip. "Well, I'm not playing any Christmas classics for the next two weeks," he muttered, "But I suppose I can rustle up some songbook classics for the piano..."

[[ open! ]]

The Ink Spot, Friday, November 15, 2024

[fears_no_one]

Today there wasn't a small flag on the counter: Flint had finally managed to hit a week where no one was declaring their independence from the British. (Flint was planning on some sort of private "fuck you, England" celebration tonight just to rectify that.)

For now, though, he was reading through a few cookbooks about Thai cuisine and writing down what was turning into a very extensive list of words he didn't know.

The bookshop was open!