Infinite Consortium, Monday

[deathsmajesty]

There were a number of broken bottles, mirrors, and various and sundry items around the store today. And also one necromancer currently having fun with the day's most recent shipment. The thunder lasso she had received was a great deal of fun to play with. Not only did it make her stronger and tougher when she equipped it, but with a quick flick of her wrist, she was lassoing things over and knocking them done with ease.

The haunted armor did not appreciate being used for practice, but was also used to its lot in life as it once again picked itself up off the ground. Just to once again feel the lariat slide over its shoulders and--CRASH! Yup. Once again tapped prone on the ground.

"All right, all right, I'll put this away in the window," Liliana said. "You've got a lot to clean up around here anyway."

The haunted armor once more pushed itself up to its feet. No lasso. Went to the cleaning closet. No lasso. Grabbed a broom. No lasso. Started to sweep--

Lasso.

Once more it went crashing to the floor as Liliana laughed. "Couldn't resist," she said with a brilliant grin, before skipping off to the desk, leaving the haunted armor to start the whole process all over again.

Monday: Covent Garden Flowers

[mylandmyrules]

When Nell arrived to open the shop today she found stacks of what appeared to be mail order catalogs being dropped off. She tried to explain that she hadn't ordered them and didn't need them, but the mail person insisted that they had to drop them off because of what day it was.

"Monday?" Nell asked, with a note in her voice that suggested it was hopeless to even ask, and indeed she just got an eye roll before they headed off for their next stop.

Nell sighed and brought the stack inside before setting to work. Periodically throughout the day, if she had a break, she'd pick one up at random and leaf through it. Some of them were ridiculously expensive or had ridiculous offerings. Sometimes both.

Come distract her!

Pick Your Poison, Monday Morning

[joan_of_bark]

Harley-her-Harley had not come home last night. Instead, Pam had received a nigh-indecipherable string of emojis and exclamation marks, from which she'd deduced that the situation was still ongoing but not to worry.

Which made her worry.

Between that and the anger and the worry about Adrian, she'd be spending the early morning hours tearing through the store with a broom. Maybe there were some corners Adrian hadn't reached last week?

The store was open. Ish.

[[ open ]]

Pizza Planet, Monday

[carbsliftthespirit]

The salute to summer produce continued apace at Pizza Planet. Raiden would be sad when it was over, but then it would be time to embrace the flavors of fall!

It was not yet time to embrace the flavors of fall. Don't come for him, pumpkin spice. Wait your turn.

Specials
Peach Pizza with Bacon, Basil, & Honey
Eggplant Parmesan Pizza
White Corn Pizza

Pizza Planet is open!

Movies in the Park- Monday evening

[throughaphase]

Had there been a two week break in this? Yes. But shhh. The screen was out, there was plenty of room, and the screen was back up and the movie was cued up, just waiting for the sun to set enough to see it.

Enjoy the meta for The Princess Bride! It's a kissing movie.

Trooper Station, Monday, August 18

[grenadesandohana]

Steve had been here every day, RL just got busy was back at the office after the weekend and returned just in time to answer the phone that the Troopers had been very obviously avoiding.

Ralph muttered something under his breath about that being Steve's funeral and that was the only warning Steve had before the Bee Lady was giving him an earful about their heartlessness in overlooking National Honeybee Day.

When she finally took a breath, Steve quickly offered, "We can send a card?" and that set her off for another five minutes.

Apparently, the only way to mend this fence was to send individualized cards to each of her bees, who were all, individually, very hurt.

"Uh huh," Steve said, hanging up. He wasn't going to do that. The tiny cards on the Troopers' desk said that they were much more afraid of the Bee Lady and her consequences.

The Trooper Station was open and bird free, at least? There was no guarantee an angry swarm of bees wasn't in-bound.

The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

[texted3times]

Eric was --horrors-- behind the bar tonight because Tiny had claimed that seeing meta for Princess Bride was part of his religious tradition and you know, Eric just didn't want to ask follow-up questions.

Tiny was gone, Eric was only going to get you drinks that required the least possible effort, but the Devil's Nest was open?