Steps of Pick Your Poison, Friday Morning

[joan_of_bark]

Toxin resistance was one of the powers left to Pam even after she'd been stripped of almost everything else. It had gotten her through the first days of the pollen onslaught. But by Friday it overwhelmed even her, and she found herself sitting on the steps again with her coffee...

... jittering.

She tapped her foot against the steps restlessly.

Sipped her coffee.

Tapped again.

Sipped.

"This is ridiculous."

Should she call Harley-her-Harley? No. No, she couldn't.

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Plant Parenthood; Thursday [02/14].

[what_big_teeth]

Eleanor had been keeping to herself an awful lot this week. She'd been here long enough to know why the air felt dangerous when she breathed it in, stirring up all the parts of her that she tried to keep quiet, keep still. But after some of that distance (and a lot of time in the still-too-cold ocean), she was feeling like she might be able to make it through, at least enough to get through her shift at the store. Besides, she had a few more finishing touches to put on Kamala's Valentine's Day present. If she didn't happen to swing by today, then she'd just drop it off at Midnight for her. Not exactly the most romantic to just leave it there for her, but probably for the best for now, until this was over.

In the meantime, she was just going to work on making herself a tea of licorice, lily root, and common rue.

Plant Parenthood is open!

The Magpie Emporium; Friday [02/14].

[pun_king]

Graham's....we'll call it anxiousness...for the week was manifesting itself that day at the Empooooor~rium in the form of him rearranging and reorganizing a lot of things and also personally testing out the roll quality of so many sets of dice just so he would have something to sort of do with his hand and distract him, and then he decided that he would distract himself by rolling a variety of dice combinations and seeing how long it took him to get to certain numbers, especially when he started adding several dice into the mix.

....the two giant pink chocolatey mocha drinks he'd had before even coming in that morning probably weren't helping with that restlessness, either, but they sure were delicious! He regretted nothing! He might have to get another one on the way home again, for that matter! Surely nothing could go wrong with that!

The Magpie Emporium is open!

Three Minute Dates- Caritas- Saturday until 8:15 pm

[throughaphase]

When Kitty got married, she'd said she was hyphenating her last name because aside from "Pryde" being a great name, "Kitty Barton" sounded like a madam at an Old West brothel.

Anyway.

WELCOME TO
THREE MINUTE DATES

A couple minutes before 8:00, Kitty interrupted the zombie-played version of "Pony" to take the stage. You're welcome.

"Hello and welcome to Three Minute Dates! Thank you all for coming, whether you're here by accident, here on very purpose, or dragged here by Tino. I know there are other things you could all be doing." Ahem. "Here are the rules: every three minutes you will get paired up on a date with someone. When the gong sounds, it's on to the next date. It's fifteen minutes of your life, and then afterwards if you want to hang out, make friends, have one of Tino's horrifyingly on theme drinks, feel free. I just ask that you please don't have sex in the bathrooms."

She could not stop you from having sex in the bathrooms.

"Have fun! But not too much. Till later. At home."


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