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fandomtownies2020-12-18 01:11 am
notarockharpist) wrote in fandomtownies2020-12-18 01:11 am
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Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (12/18)
Yasha had very mixed feelings about this week. On the one hand, having things to fight, trying to keep some of the more defenseless people on the island safe, was familiar and comforting and gave her a sense of purpose, if only temporarily.
On the other hand, she'd had to chop up several strings of lights, gotten a few cuts from falling candy icicles, and had a few new bruises that stood out well on her extremely pale skin thanks to the snow angels she'd tangled with yesterday. (That one kind of felt a little bit insulting, to be honest.)
And then on top of that, she was half a block away from the flower shop when she saw an 8-foot inflatable gingerbread man that seemed to be chewing on something -- something that turned out to be Beau, once she got close enough to see.
Of course it was. Yasha wasn't even going to pretend to be surprised about it. "Drop it," she told the gingerbread man, holding the point of her sword against the back of its knee. Turned out, it was not as easily punctured as it looked, but she did manage to distract it enough for Beau to wriggle free and help her deal with the thing.
("It was so cute, too," said Beau as they picked over the now deflated cookie creature in an ultimately futile search for loot. "I feel like Jester would be super insulted by that.")
Yasha huffed a soft dry laugh and started to unlock the front door -- only to discover that the very large, very dense-looking fruitcake on the steps was impossible to move, so while she set about making the tea and getting everything set up for the day Beau was making and putting up a "WATCH YOUR STEP" sign on the door, complete with an arrow pointing downward.
At least she'd be able to go out and fight off any more of these things while keeping an eye on the shop, so that was a plus.
"Stop getting swallowed by things," she said to the door just after Beau decided to head elsewhere for more things to fight.
Right. Like that was going to work.
[OOC: Shop/post open, though bear with me since work is going to be a bit hectic.
Also if anybody needs me I will be screaming for the next month, okay.]
On the other hand, she'd had to chop up several strings of lights, gotten a few cuts from falling candy icicles, and had a few new bruises that stood out well on her extremely pale skin thanks to the snow angels she'd tangled with yesterday. (That one kind of felt a little bit insulting, to be honest.)
And then on top of that, she was half a block away from the flower shop when she saw an 8-foot inflatable gingerbread man that seemed to be chewing on something -- something that turned out to be Beau, once she got close enough to see.
Of course it was. Yasha wasn't even going to pretend to be surprised about it. "Drop it," she told the gingerbread man, holding the point of her sword against the back of its knee. Turned out, it was not as easily punctured as it looked, but she did manage to distract it enough for Beau to wriggle free and help her deal with the thing.
("It was so cute, too," said Beau as they picked over the now deflated cookie creature in an ultimately futile search for loot. "I feel like Jester would be super insulted by that.")
Yasha huffed a soft dry laugh and started to unlock the front door -- only to discover that the very large, very dense-looking fruitcake on the steps was impossible to move, so while she set about making the tea and getting everything set up for the day Beau was making and putting up a "WATCH YOUR STEP" sign on the door, complete with an arrow pointing downward.
At least she'd be able to go out and fight off any more of these things while keeping an eye on the shop, so that was a plus.
"Stop getting swallowed by things," she said to the door just after Beau decided to head elsewhere for more things to fight.
Right. Like that was going to work.
[OOC: Shop/post open, though bear with me since work is going to be a bit hectic.
Also if anybody needs me I will be screaming for the next month, okay.]