Caritas; Wednesday [08/06].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Now that Summer had an actual property for her new storefront on Ravnica (with everything pretty much set up from the last business to carry over extremely well into her business), she was itching to get back there and get started with making this latest dream a reality, but, with the timing, she was definitely thinking she could get in one last shift in at Caritas before her attention shifted entirely to other enterprises.

Well. It was all still jello, but...you know what she meant.

But you better believe that if this was her last shift for a while, that she was going to go out with an absolutely disgusting bang.

Featured Cocktail
The Hard Sell

Featured Jello
Bacon and Eggs
Baked Potato Donuts
TEETH
Bluefin Tuna

Caritas is open!

Needful Things; Wednesday

[totalwildcard]

Remy's "CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS" sign was still in the window of Needful Things. And the inside of the store remained barren, shelves empty and the checkout counter standing useless in the middle of it.

And Harley was sitting on the floor, eating a cake she'd ordered in. So, whatever stage of the breakup that was, she was pretty firmly at it, one sugar overloaded scoop of a spoon at a time. The high of the bonfire had carried her for a few days, but when she'd crashed, she'd done so hard.

And now that that had evened out, at least a little... Yeah, cake it was. While she looked around her store, and heaved a big sigh that was far from her first of the day.

"Jeez, how'm I gonna fill ya back up with junk, huh?"

And did she even really want to?

She drowned that thought out by shoveling yet more cake in her mouth.

(store closed, post open)

The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Octavia hadn't been at work in... three months? Guess time flew when you were busy being stuck in a whole different universe.

She was also just a little bit late to this particular shift. Guess time also flew when you were busy trying to coerce a city into making better, more substantial plans for a better, more livable future. She'd left the demonstration late, grabbed a quick shower at Lucifer's place, and then hopped a portal to Fandom. And now she was there, at the club, standing behind the bar.

Feeling weird.

Everything felt and seemed the same (hi, Tiny, for one) but she didn't feel the same. Not after - or during? - everything in Los Angeles.

But at least she still knew how to bartend, probably. As much as she ever had, anyway.

[ooc: Open! May be a little slow.]