Deep in the Woods, Tuesday Morning

[weirderthanthou]

In the woods stood a rock. An unassuming rock, about half an average man's height, grey and covered in moss and life--

Until the sun sank down below the horizon on Monday night, and the clock struck midnight. The vegetation crumbled away. Snails hurried into the grass beyond. Little veins of light spidered across its surface.

And it began to sing.

If you dream them, they will come.

Still a whisper. It would be louder, later. But that whisper called across the island, across space, and touched upon the dreamers.

If you dream them, they will come...

[[ dreamers, your applications have been accepted! come touch the stone, if you are affected. NFB. ]]

Chilly Boulder, Tuesday Evening

[rebelseekspizza]

He'd been dozing off. Just a very late afternoon nap.

The annoying thing about being the offspring of an angel and a demon was that you were kinda tapped into things against your will. And so sometimes the tiniest sliver of some weird ethereal energy showing up at your old high school would just-- worm its way into your head. And if you knew what it was about, well--

There you were. Napless, with your hands shoved into the pockets of your long red leather coat, ordering a strawberry sundae at Chilly Boulder like you hadn't been avoiding this place for years.

"With extra strawberries?" Dante tried.

The lady behind the counter eyed him. "We remember you," she said. "You'll order seconds."

He sighed. "Fine, if you're gonna be like that," he said. "Fuck capitalism."

[[ open ]]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty, unaware of any special rocks- which was for the best considering between a dead parent, all her best friends dying and coming back, and doing the same herself, she had a weird relationship with death- was having a normal one at the bar.

Meaning Tino was doing "karaoke" with the band, which was really just him doing extended air guitar riffs on jam band songs.

Yeah. Yeeeeeah.

Infinite Consortium, Tuesday

[sairis]

It was a bit hot today again, but Sairis was used to working through that, so he saw no reason not to. (Okay, the cooling charm helped.) Today he'd decided was a sweeping day, so the shelves were getting pushed aside as he swept the floors manually.

He probably could have used magic for that, too, but there was nothing wrong with a bit of manual labor. He'd save his magic for if anybody wanted one of the charms he was once again advertising in the window.

Or if the chair attacked. He was keeping an eye on it.

The store was open!