Needful Things; Friday

[totalwildcard]

That particular Friday, it was extremely easy to find Harley in her store. Because she was in the window, getting it all decked out in vintage Halloween glory.

How many decades old cardboard Jack o' Lantern cutouts did one store window need? This many.

Needful Things was open, and the manager was hyper focusing.

(open! ETA: Steven's visit NFB, please and thank you!)

Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

The station was quiet today. Quieter even than usual, without a single phone call regarding bees or garden gnomes or raccoons.

So Watts was spending his time being very productive: by fiddling with the Rubik's cube he kept in a desk drawer for just such occasions.

Plant Parenthood; Friday [10/10].

[what_big_teeth]

Eleanor was in the mood for carving today. Not just pumpkins, either, but all manner of gourds, which she felt made for much more interesting designs. She waa Novartis by any margin, but it was a good way to pass the time between helping customers and promoting all sorts of spices they had for a variety of seasonal ills and thrills.

She would probably stock up on cinnamon and nutmeg for herself, too, but she had a feeling Luma would just complain about the smell.

Plant Parenthood is open!

Rey's warehouse- Friday afternoon

[thatwaslucky]

Rey hadn't been to the warehouse since she'd come back, so she was unaware of any changes that had been made in her absence.

So imagine her surprise when she'd gotten inside and up over the quicksand, just in time to see a woodchuck launched in the air from a certain part of the course.

For as alarmed as she was, the other woodchucks gathered around it where it landed, and when he stood up, it sounded like they all cheered?


[Open!]

Blackstone Forge and Foundry, Friday

[thatsmysword]

Henry had walked past the forge many a time. It had always drawn from him a certain professional curiosity - but also pain, confusion, memories. And... it had always been closed.

So he might have peered in a window or two, but he'd never been inside.

And yet, that morning, as he walked past, he'd found one of the double doors to the forge creaked slightly open. He'd followed his curiosity inside, and. Well.

An hour or so later, he was standing by the anvil in the middle of the room, near a worktable, a mild confusion in his eyes. Had he just gotten a job? He wasn't sure. Still-- a forge was a forge, the equipment looked familiar, the smell drenched him in a sense of home, and he felt more settled here than he had in some time.

Perhaps at some point he'd even chance to light the bloody thing and see how well it worked.

[[ open! job begotten with permission from magnificent_bitch_face. ]]

The Preserve, Friday Afternoon

[okteiviakom]

It had taken over a week of being back on the island, but Octavia had finally made it into the preserve. And much like always, the further into the woods that she walked, the more freely she felt like she could breathe, the more full her lungs felt with every inhale.

She walked in far enough that she could no longer see anything except the trees in any direction.

And then she sat down.

And she pushed her hands into the undergrowth. Her fingers into the soil. Everything was an attempt to connect, lately. With her people, with her surroundings, with herself.

And some efforts were more physical than others.

[ooc: Open, of course.]