Infinite Consortium, Monday

[deathsmajesty]

There was something...off about the mirror Liliana received today. Artifacts were not her strong suit, of course, but she wasn't about the discount the uneasy feeling the mirror caused every time she passed it. The skin on her forearms prickled into goosebumps every time, and she swore the area around it was several degrees colder than the rest of the store. Every so often, she thought she spotted some kind of shadow within the depths. And, her least favorite, there was a persistent feeling of being watched.

At first, she assumed it was simply haunted. But a haunting would fall right in her bailiwick, and whatever this was did not. She narrowed her eyes at the silvered surface. "I don't know what you are," she said, "but if you try anything in my shop, I will wear your heart as a glove."

The mirror did not respond, but the watched feeling didn't abate and neither did Liliana's suspicions.

Malevolent Mirror (Probably)
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Turtle & Canary; Monday [03/31].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer checked the internet every week before coming in to work now, and she was glad she did, because what she was afraid of happening today was, in fact, happening today.

And she was going to nip it in the bud right away, marching into the office and to the sound system and immediately killing the music.

When she went back out into the store, Apu, inexplicably wearing a track suit, pouted at her, but she was ready for that, too.

"No," she said. "Absolutely not. Just like crumbs will get us ants, Dance Marathon Day will get us Stewarts."

And she'd been blissfully free from that guy lately, and hoped to keep it that way!

Today's Squishy Flavors

Clams on the Half Shell
Taters
Red

Turtle & Canary is open!

Trooper Station, Monday, March 31

[grenadesandohana]

Steve had promised Danny that he would look into PTSD counseling, and he was. Kind of. He was poking around on veterans' sites, googling "PTSD and security clearance revocation" and "stabbing things with sticks (therapeutic)," and "cleaning house in a non hypervigilant way."

It was going...okay and was definitely helping him move past the frustration of the case out of Baltimore being stalled. Why did police work never look like television, neatly wrapped in 45 minutes?

The Trooper Station was open, and clean in a non-hypervigilant way.

The Devil's Nest, Monday evening

[texted3times]

Tiny, Eric was learning tonight, had gone to the kite festival on the National Mall Saturday and had seen all the cherry blossoms.

And had taken approximately a hundred billion pictures of all of it. If no one interrupted, Eric was in for a very long evening of Tiny explaining every. single. one of them.

Please interrupt. There was a cherry-themed cocktail in it for you.

The Magpie Emporium, Monday [31/03]

[giveittoyoursister]

Since Saffron was in one of her extra clingy moods today, Vi was doing most of her work with a cat draped around her shoulders, Little Bot fetching her anything she couldn't reach near the floor in case she dislodged Saffron while bending over.

Luckily, it was shaping up to be an otherwise quiet day, with even the gremlins having a relatively chill gaming session.

Saffron for her part, was exceedingly pleased with herself. There was no way Food Human could steal Snuggle Human's attention now. None.