Infinite Consortium, Monday

[deathsmajesty]

Liliana frowned. Her dreams had been...uneasy, of late. Lowering darkness, setting suns, dying flowers, the world twisting and turning wrong. Normally, she wasn't one to pay much attention to her dreams save the ones with Josu, but it was hard not to start paying attention after several nights of the same imagery. The worst part was, she didn't lack for possible reasons for it. Jace? The Raven Man? The Chain Veil?

Her focus scattered, the Chain Veil took that moment to start up its inane prattle again--as it always did, when she stopped keeping a chokehold on it. *Vessel of destruction...*

"Shut up!" she hissed.

Anyway, that was how she ended up organizing three whole aisles. Because between her dreams and the Chain Veil, she was aggravated enough to throw things, and if she was going to have them put back anyway, she might as well make sure it was less haphazard than before.

The Photo Hut; Monday [01/12].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto probably should have been doing some work. Editing photos from some of his recent gigs, taking care of some inventory and shelving, paperwork, cleaning...but he was, admittedly, using this precious quiet time in the shop to catch up on all the looks from the Golden Globes red carpet last night.

Look. He had a newborn, a very hyper toddler, and a cat upstairs. Did you think he'd have gotten the chance to have even a smidgen of a chance to check it out last night? If so, that was a level of optimism even he would be impressed with (ans probably consider just a BIT delusional).

The Photo Hut is open!