Infinite Consortium, Monday

[deathsmajesty]

Whatever else Liliana might have had planned for the day was quite thoroughly replaced upon receiving a certain message just as her hand touched the knob to unlock the back door of her shop. And then she ended up standing there for much longer than she'd like to admit to anyone, including herself, debating whether she should actually bother with the day's work (something she rarely needed encouragement to skip as it were), or should just turn around and return home immediately.

How dare you, Ignis Scientia. She was never indecisive, and yet--!

That, in fact, was the reason she'd ended up going to work in the end, anyway. If he were waiting for her back at the mansion, half-dressed and hoping, he deserved it for making her hesitate over a question as easy as should I bother going to work today? and then, of all things, being the reason she decided that the answer should be yes.

Though if he sent her another poem, she would be home so fast he'd forget that teleportation had been lost in the Mending.

If not, she still had his first to listen to again. Several times. Shut up.

Turtle & Canary; Monday [11/18].

[somethingwithturquoise]

It seemed as though maybe Apu had trouble figuring out which day to celebrate, and, to be fair, even Summer would see how it would be hard to choose. She couldn't really blame him for being unable to really dedicated himself to one or the other, there were some top choices for November 18th, apparently.

So while everyone was a a princess today and would receive a free tiara with every purchase, there was also a sale on Ouiji boards, black candles, and sage, and a contest to win free groceries for a month if you could shoot an apple off the cheese panda's head.

Apu was clearly banking on the fact that no one would even want to try shooting an apple off the cheese panda's head, but Summer, knowing how people around here could be pretty good fucking shots, herself absolutely included in that, informed him that it was coming out of his paycheck if someone actually did pull it off.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Apple Cider
Vichyssoise
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Pick Your Poison, Monday

[joan_of_bark]

Pam had had some wild dreams last night, psychedelic and painful fictions. It hadn't been dissimilar to her hallucinations back when she'd been dying of the lamia; she woke up sweating, searching her body for signs that she was dying again.

But there had been nothing. It was just a day. (A day after the day she'd done something very stupid in the laboratory with Octavia's sample, but-- still a day.) A day in her body, not a fully healthy body, but a functioning body none the less.

She made coffee after she came down the stairs, early in the morning. Unlocked and opened the door to the shop while it was still dark outside. There was something cosy about it. About settling back on the store sofa, sipping her coffee, watching the town wake up through the window.

Pick Your Poison was open.

Stark Industries - Monday

[slothbabyproductions]

Kamala was tackling yet another project for her Stark Industries internship. This time, her task was digitizing a backlog of inventory tags for outdated tech stored in the archives. It was a tedious process—scanning barcodes, writing up descriptions, and occasionally laughing at some of the more ridiculous designs.

Despite the monotony, her mood remained upbeat. With a certain song playing on repeat, Kamala hummed along, occasionally breaking into soft singing as she worked

Trooper Station, Monday, November 18, 2024

[grenadesandohana]

Steve was on the phone with one of the baristas from the Perk.

"How they want their coffee might be a crime against tastebuds, but I'm not sure it's an arrestable offense," he said, then frowned at the reply. "How many sugars?"

More silence.

"Can you even stir it with 18 sugars?"

Another reply.

"Well, obviously the blueberry syrup is to loosen it all up."

More talking.

"Okay, that's just wrong."

The Trooper Station was open and kind of off coffee right now.

The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

[texted3times]

Well, there was good news and bad news. Tiny had put away the Christmas decor, and that was good. He had instead stuffed himself (pun intended) into an inflatable turkey costume and was serving cranberry-themed drinks from behind the bar.

"You're a week early, you know," Eric said, sounding tired. "And you look ridiculous."

The bar was open! Talk to someone not dressed as poultry.

The Magpie Emporium, Monday [18/11]

[giveittoyoursister]

On the one hand Vi didn't have a strangely ominous feeling today.

On the other she was deeply confused why a dream about hugging it out with a mechanical werewolf while wearing bandages instead of a shirt hadn't left her with that strangely ominous feeling.

In her infinite wisdom Saffron could clearly see that this was all the dire result of not snuggling a kitty enough, and had helpfully sprawled out on the counter so Vi could self-medicate.