justice_undone: (windy)
[personal profile] justice_undone
"Breq, are you ok?"
 
Seivarden knelt next to her, leaning forward, a silhouette against the sky above, worry in her voice. Breq blinked.
 
"I'm fine."
 
She pushed herself up to sitting, her body involuntarily flinching as she put weight on her arm.
 
"Just hand me the medkit. The armor absorbed most of it."
 
Breq had survived worse things just during the past year, but she didn't think that would stop Seivarden from being excessively worried. There was no need to point that out though.
 
"The force of the shuttle could have crushed your arm," Seivarden pointed out, her gesture a little less dramatic than Breq would have expected. "Even with the armor."
 
"Or you," Breq observed. "If I hadn't pulled you out. I hope they didn't manage to breach the hull with that explosion, they wouldn't manage the evacuation.
 
Her arm really did hurt.
 
"Oh, Aatr's tits!" Reaching for the medkit, Seivarden had looked up, catching sight of the familiar outline of Fandom. "Fuck, I should have guessed."
 
Breq turned her head slightly, trying not to move her arm. "At least it will be easy to get a portal back to Athoek quickly."
 
Seivarden might have improved considerably since Breq had found her on Nilt, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to come across as anything other than a Radchaai from a prestigious family, which meant that there were plenty pf places she was a liability. Still, Breq had become used to her presence, to her sincere attempts at being useful and to what she had come to realise was being expressions of love.
 
"It's broken." Seivarden slowly pulled Breq's coat off her shoulder, then tugged one of the correctives out of the medkit. "We should get to Athoek as soon as possible and let Medic have a look at hit. You know what the medics here are like."
 
Breq didn't comment on that.
 
"And we can finally get some decent tea," Seivarden added.

[I'm making a random appearance today, post very open if you want to stop by and talk to Breq and Seivarden]
somethingwithturquoise: (thoughtfully considering)
[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise
Thanks to Apu and the very nice card that he'd gotten the whole T&C crew to sign and some flowers that she could only assumed he'd picked up last minute when he went to Covent to get Astrid's signature, Summer knew it was, apparently, World Redhead Day (which she figured would have just been St. Patrick's, but okay). And while she didn't usually buy into all that crap that she was pretty sure he just made up, she also wasn't usually staring down the barrel of a long weekend of forced family camping, either, so, you know what? Yeah. They were totally celebrating World Redhead Day at Caritas that Wednesday because this redhead was going to need it to survive her upcoming weekend.

Probably.

Actually, there was a good chance she'd need a lot more to survive this weekend, knowing her family, but...

Celebrate World Redhead Day!
Buy your bartender a jello shot!

Cherry Bomb
Watermelon Basil Martini
Cinnamon Red Hots
S'mores

First One Free to All Wednesday Activity Participants, too!


Caritas is open!

Caritas, Monday

Monday, May 24th, 2021 06:51 pm
1000yearstoolate: (talking)
[personal profile] 1000yearstoolate
"What do you mean 'not enough variation'? Most people here hasn't even tried arrack."

The argument with Tino went on for a bit, but Seivarden was still in a good mood. Breq was visiting, after all.

Today's special
Radchaai arrack

Mondays were usually quiet, the bottles she had left might last for another couple of weeks.

[Open and OCD-free]
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - ... wary)
[personal profile] my_own_advocate
Well, their luck had had to run out one way or another eventually.

Octavia was a raccoon again, and Lucifer was annoyed about it. Who knew how long it was going to take this time? Another month? Three months? The full year?

"Another extreme shake, mr. Morningstar?" the barista chirped.

Lucifer glared at her. "I want coffee," he said. "Just dump as much sugar in it as you can possibly find behind the counter."

He was very, very annoyed by the situation, and not at all relieved he had something to turn all of his restless strange feelings on that wasn't himself. Yep.

[[ open ]]
throughaphase: (dressy)
[personal profile] throughaphase
Congratulations, Fandom! You survived another year! And to celebrate, a party!

Caritas was decked out in Christmas lights (that would not strangle you, promise), the zombies were playing New Year's Rockin' Eve types of hits, and gathered were plenty of hats and 2021 glasses for those who wanted to accessorize their fancy dress.

Sure, you wouldn't be kicked out if you didn't dress up, but it would be nice if you did!

SPECIALS
Jingle Juice Punch
New Year's Sparkler
Sugar Cookie Martini
Peppermint Bark Mimosa
Cranberry Mojito Mocktail
somethingwithturquoise: (just so happy right now)
[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise
Sure, sure, sure. Tomorrow was definitely going to be the big day around here for New Years, but since Summer was planning on being wholly dedicated to celebrating, she was going to take today as sort of a New Years Eve Eve and do some thematic jello shots, because she could, and, honestly, she would have imagined everyone would have been shocked if she didn't, meanwhile doing everything she could to encourage Tino that he was doing a great job doing what needed to get done for tomorrow, and, really, if she were to help, she'd probably just get in his way.

Look, she was just better sticking to behind the bar, anyway, it was just a fact.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!
Champagne Strawberry
Golden Champagne
Barbecue Beans and Cocktail Weenies


Caritas is open!
complexfemale: (homecoming 2020)
[personal profile] complexfemale
It was a decent enough day for a gothic disco carnival! The sun was shining, the booths and rides were all set up, and sure there were brooms popping up everywhere, but that's just Fandom for you.

And okay, sure, people might have woken up today to find that they'd lost or gained some powers and skills overnight, but that was fine! Dunk Anakin and feel better.


[OCD for this one is up! Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossing | OOC | Post II]
justice_undone: (dark blue sideways)
[personal profile] justice_undone
Breq opened Groovy Tunes and found a delivery of DIY kits for various instruments. Hoping there were some people on the island who was into carpentry or welding, she made some tea, noted that the Silence was nowhere to be seen, and turned on the stereo, which turned out to have a tango day.

[Open!]
justice_undone: (dark blue sideways)
[personal profile] justice_undone
There had been a delivery of new instruments, mostly guitars and digital pianos, and Breq spent the day unpacking them. Some she didn't recall ordering, but that was hardly a surprise, and it meant that she now had a rather impressive collection of flutes from all across the multiverse, several of them adapted for non-human species. Although being stuck on the island was becoming increasingly frustrating, at least this made the day better.

She put up a note in the window:

20% off instruments not from Earth.

[Open]

ohvalleyofpenis: (Oktoberfest)
[personal profile] ohvalleyofpenis
The park was done up with a series of colorful tents to house every stall the festival could hope to host. The weather was a perfect fall crispness for all to get out and enjoy themselves with their lederhosen. Because you know you wanna try out those lederhosen, right?

Welcome to Oktoberfest! We take no responsibility for tomorrow's hangovers.

[please wait for the ocd have at ye!]
justice_undone: (bw thoughtful)
[personal profile] justice_undone
Doing a stock inventory, it was clear that she should probably make a few changes. Not that running a profitable music shop was Breq's goal in life, but since she was running a music shop, it could just as well be as profitable as possible. So, new CDs didn't sell much. Second hand CDs and vinyl did better, but might need an online store. So far, musical instruments were doing the best, although the sale of that piano had made a difference there. Still, it was worth looking into.

Meanwhile, the stereo was playing Medieval choral music, and Breq missed her other bodies, especially the ones with good voices.

[Open!]


throughaphase: (bar)
[personal profile] throughaphase
There was a sign posted on the front door tonight.

CARITAS PRESENTS
THREE MINUTE DATES


There were drinks! There was a Tino behind the bar to serve and sign people up with or without their knowledge! Take advantage of these things! Definitely don't have a bad feeling over why there's a love potion in the HVAC system above the lounge area! (Because you don't know about it.)

And then juuuust before 8:00, the zombie drummer did a drumroll, at which point Kitty took the stage. "Hello, everyone! And welcome to Three Minute Dates! Some of you have been here before, so for those of you who are new, here's how this goes: there are five rounds. You get paired with random people and have to talk to them for five minutes. When you hear a bell-" Or whatever you modded. "-then it's on to the next date. If there's anyone you click with and want to see later, the bar will be open for drinks afterwars, so maybe buy someone one. Remember that physical violence will get you transported out of the bar. Oh, and hopefully you signed up for this because if you didn't... possibly surprise!"

And then... ding!


[Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. Feel free to go a little over but don't get carried away. You have other dates to get to! A regular bar post will go up later, and you can absolutely finish things up on Sunday!

An asterisk* next to a name denotes that that person definitely got hit with love potion in that specific round. You can also mod it whenever you'd like during the dates. This does not apply to the bar.

OCD coming! I SEE YOU BRIDGEY IS UP. GO FORTH AND DATE.

If I made a blatant mistake, like doubling people up or you dating yourself when you did not tell me you could date yourself, grab me via email or in the OOC thread and I will adjust!]
justice_undone: (dark blue sideways)
[personal profile] justice_undone
By now it didn't surprise Breq that the stereo was playing Valskaayan choir music. It put her in a strange mood though, even when she hummed along, and she decided it was a good day to dust the shelves.

By the end of the day they were as perfect as her own interior, back when she had been all of herself, a ship.

[Open!]
justice_undone: (dark blue sideways)
[personal profile] justice_undone
Breq did inventory. She didn't expect it to be a busy day. And the Silence was back.

"Did you go on a vacation?" Breq asked it, well aware her words wouldn't be audible.

[Open. And silent.]

Groovy Tunes, Saturday

Saturday, July 25th, 2020 10:23 am
justice_undone: (dark blue gaze)
[personal profile] justice_undone
Breq had decided to teach herself to play the guitar. She already knew how to play the bass at an elementary level, so it wasn't too hard to to get the basics, and she kept strumming along to whatever songs the stereo might be playing. Which turned out to be a playlist of beginner guitar songs, and it was being helpful enough to show the chords and tabs on the display. Breq decided that was encouragement.

"You're being very supportive today," she told it. "Just an observation."

Perhaps they would eventually get along.

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

[Open]

Groovy Tunes, Saturday

Saturday, July 18th, 2020 11:22 am
justice_undone: (dark blue gaze)
[personal profile] justice_undone
That music had been getting on her nerves since Monday, and by now it was giving her a headache. It was also a terrible earworm. In an attempt to drown it out Breq turned up the volume of the stereo - which happily cooperated - with something noisy and depressing. That was what everyone needed today, wasn't it?

She was also looking for recipes for turnip soup.

[Open!]
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - shirtless grin)
[personal profile] my_own_advocate
The beach looked like someone had thrown an entire Pinterest board at it.

Strings of lights were strung between elegant poles, lighting up a fair portion of the beach (with the help of a few carefully-disguised generators, mind you). Large, stylized pots contained such multitudes of jasmine and lavender that at first glance they appeared to be bushes, instead - Seivarden's one contribution to the party.

Delicate paper screens carved the beach up into zones. Beach-classy lounge furniture sat on the sand, from chairs to sofas to even a bed or two. One corner held a stack of sheets, for anyone who didn't think bathing suits were appropriate eveningwear ('Togas encouraged!', the final Instagram post had said). Lucifer had supplied a ridiculous cooking setup for Duke in one corner, and a large bar ('open bar!' said the sign by it) stocked with almost every kind of alcohol known to man sat on the opposite side.

Even the water seemed to roll in like it figured it was part of an Instagram music video of some kind.

Seivarden had demanded a good party. And Lucifer had standards.

That it was extremely hot, that everyone had lost most of their wardrobe? That wasn't going to stand in the way of a bloody good party. There were ice cubes! Lucifer had brought a special freezer for extra ice cubes!

... and since it was Lucifer, no, he hadn't noticed the Truth Day thing yet.

[[ party! ]]

Groovy Tunes, Saturday

Saturday, June 27th, 2020 11:19 am
justice_undone: (dark blue questioning)
[personal profile] justice_undone
There were rainbows, the stereo was playing a Pride playlist, and Breq was going through websites looking for instruments. With one of the pianos sold, there was space for more, and even though the stringed instruments might bother Tisarwat, she decided on two harps. And then wondered who on the island would be best suited to build a sea organ.

[Open]

Groovy Tunes, Saturday

Saturday, June 20th, 2020 02:20 pm
justice_undone: (bw thoughtful)
[personal profile] justice_undone
Breq had a piano to deliver later this evening, and she had decided it was best to do it herself. It would have been easier if she had had more bodies, but things beings as they were, she would have to manage with the one she had.

Meanwhile she was trying to endure the invisible crickets that had invaded the shop, and probably the stereo as well, since it refused to play anything. She would have to make do with a loud choir of insects, and accepted the situation.

[Open]

Groovy Tunes, Saturday

Saturday, June 13th, 2020 10:15 pm
justice_undone: (bw thoughtful)
[personal profile] justice_undone
Apparently someone was interested in buying a piano. An acoustic one, even, which was why Breq was trying to figure out how to tune it, and that wasn't as easy as she had first thought. Eventually she gave up - reluctantly - and rather than damaging the instrument she called a piano technician to make an appointment.

Rather than dwelling on this defeat, she decided to teach herself the basics of playing a piano, one of the instruments she hadn't played a lot. She ended up with a decent version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

[open]

Groovy Tunes, Saturday

Saturday, June 6th, 2020 10:55 am
justice_undone: (Default)
[personal profile] justice_undone
Maybe someone wanted to learn to play a new instrument this summer? In that case they would find a good selection set up at Groovy Tunes, and Breq spent the morning tuning the stringed ones, and changing strings on one or two that needed it. Out of curiosity she ended up trying out one of the violins, working through a beginners' class from YouTube. It might not have been the best way to attract customers, but she would stop playing if someone showed up.

[Open]

Groovy Tunes, Saturday

Saturday, May 23rd, 2020 10:15 am
justice_undone: (bw thoughtful)
[personal profile] justice_undone
Today Groovy Tunes was quiet. No, it wasn't because of the Silence, this time the stereo was to blame, as it refused to play anything but silent tracks, and Breq finally gave up and gave in to her instinct to hum, a little off key as her voice never managed anything else, as she dusted the shelves.

And now she had a baby lieutenant staying in her apartment and the place might need a few adjustments for Tisarwat to feel comfortable. She had some experience of what the expectations young Radchaai lieutenants were, after all.

[Open.]
justice_undone: (dark blue gaze)
[personal profile] justice_undone
Breq found a small tree in bloom when she opened Groovy Tunes, along with soothing nature sounds. There were more plants inside, all with pretty flowers, and when she managed to get the stereo to change the sounds to something more interesting, she sat down behind the counter, just enjoying the day. 

It turned out that someone else wanted to enjoy the day. Around lunchtime the Silence showed up, hiding under a plant but making its presence obvious by silencing the music. Breq looked at it, knowing that there wasn't much she could do, and made some more tea.

[Open!]
justice_undone: (dark blue gaze)
[personal profile] justice_undone
Breq got the stereo to play some of her favourite Radch songs, as well as a few Valskaayan ones. That was unexpected. By now she was used to it being uncooperative, and this was a pleasant surprise. She poured herself a glass of water and sat down behind the counter, following along the melodies, wondering where the stereo had got the recordings from. She didn't recognise any of them, and some of the details that differed from the versions she was used to made her smile. Should anyone show up she would be happy to help them though, and probably introduce them to Radchaai and Valskaayan music.

Groovy Tunes was open.
justice_undone: (dark blue gaze)
[personal profile] justice_undone
Everything in the store was in order. Breq almost wished that some island oddity would come and mess it up because it reminded her that there wasn't much to keep her busy here anymore. Groovy Tunes took very little effort to run, and now that she had arranged it the way it suited her, and made the basement comfortable enough to live in, what should she do? It wasn't like staying in orbit around a planet for decades, as some of her ancillaries would usually be planetside and she would be part of what was going on, and of course she had had her officers to care about. Here, now, anger and below that grief, had no purpose or outlet.

She made tea, just for the act of making it. Maybe someone would want a cup.

[Open]
throughaphase: (bar)
[personal profile] throughaphase
So! This pollen thing sure still was going on, huh! Kitty would have appreciated knowing that was going to be a thing when she set that up! Though it might also bring in more super frustrated people towards the end of this week?

The flyer on the door advertised Three Minute Dates tonight though it was easy enough to miss if you were distracted/wanted to be surprised and there were plenty of available drinks, along with Tino at the bar, who was happy to sign you up for tonight. Maybe without you knowing about it.

At 8:00 on the dot, the zombie band, dressed in tuxedos and please don't ask how they got them on, began to play something that sounded suspiciously like Barry White. And after that intro, Kitty walked out to the microphone, where a banner reading "WELCOME TO THREE MINUTE DATES" unfurled behind her.

"Good evening, all, and welcome to the triumphant return of Three Minute Dates!" Kitty greeted them. "If you've never experienced this before, the rules are simple! Your names will be read off in pairs. You will sit at one of these lovely tables here. You will have five minutes to talk and get to know each other. Exchange numbers. What have you. After those five minutes, you'll hear a gong-" Or a bell, or a buzzer, who even knew anymore. "-and move on to the next partner. You'll have five rounds, and if there's someone you hit it off with, feel free to stick around and get a drink with them once the dates are over. Oh! And don't have sex in my bar."

That was important.

"And with that over with, let's-"

And with that, the gong went off too early- prematurely, you might say- and it was on to the event!



[Three minutes = ten comments total, five per person. Feel free to go a little over but don't get carried away. You have other dates to get to! A regular bar post will go up later, and you can absolutely finish things up on Sunday!

OCD a-coming! a-here! Go forth and date for exactly three minutes!

If I made a blatant mistake, like doubling people up or you dating yourself when you did not tell me you could date yourself, grab me via email or in the OOC thread and I will adjust!]

Bar | Round One | Round Two | Round Three | Round Four | Round Five | OOC | Post-dates Caritas
justice_undone: (dark blue sideways)
[personal profile] justice_undone
Breq had bought some cookies yesterday, in case someone stopped by, and had placed them on a plate, and as soon as she turned her back to it the Silence dived at the plate, snagged a cookie, and disappeared.

That... was actually a good solution. This meant she could actually listen to things today. She had to remember to tell Tisarwat that the Silence could be bribed, should it show up during one of her shifts.

She picked up a guitar and sat down to strum along to the songs that the stereo was playing.

[Open]
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - back up a bit)
[personal profile] my_own_advocate
Lucifer craved pastries.

And yet, as of ten minutes after walking into JGoB's, he had no pastries. Because someone apparently had a hard time making decisions.

"Maybe the chocolate muffin," mused the woman standing in front of her, endlessly agonizing over what was behind the glass.

"I already have my order," Lucifer said, raising his voice. "Can I please--?"

"Chill out, dude," said the kid behind the counter. "Let her choose!"

He was going to murder someone.

[[ open! ]]
justice_undone: (colour sideways)
[personal profile] justice_undone
The Silence was back.

It lay curled up on the stop shelf, seemingly asleep, but still muting every sound in the room. Breq sighed, inaudibly, then began to sweep the floor.

Around lunch, the Silence yawned, sat up, walked over to another part of the top shelf and fell asleep.

[Open, but silent]
my_own_advocate: (lucifer - cat ate a canary)
[personal profile] my_own_advocate
Sometimes a man - or a fallen angel shaped like a man - needed something decadent. Something deeply bad for you in the best possible way.

Sometimes a man just needed the richest and most extreme chocolate milkshake one could possibly get this far from a real city.

And so Lucifer found himself at the Perk on a Sunday morning, with a massive chocolate contraption sitting in front of him, full of tiny donuts and marshmallows and sprinkles. "Now this is worthy of the Devil," he decided, stealing a lick of whipped cream off the top with a cheerful grin thrown at the barista.

He was, as always, completely fine.

[[ open ]]
justice_undone: (dark blue questioning)
[personal profile] justice_undone
It was as if Groovy Tunes was trying to hold on to that Christmas holiday. There was snow falling, lights decorating the room, tiny people with red hats skating on the floor, and the stereo playing holiday appropriate music.

Breq made some tea, then sat down on the counter with a guitar, trying to play along with the songs. It could be worse.

[Open]
justice_undone: (colour sideways)
[personal profile] justice_undone
The stereo was playing heavy metal music from the 80s. It wasn't Breq's favourite music by a long shot, but it gave her the opportunity to pick up one of the basses and try to play along. Not entirely successfully, but it was a good distraction, and the mood she was in required some of that.

The Christmas tree in the corner was still there, today offering a light show accompanying the music.

Groovy Tunes was open.
justice_undone: (dark blue gaze)
[personal profile] justice_undone
Today the stereo played what Breq assumed was very old music, considering the history of this planet. About as old as she was, she guessed. It was pleasant, in a monotonous way, and she hummed along, while dusting the shelves, making sure there was tea for any customers who might show up.

[Open!]
justice_undone: (dark blue sideways)
[personal profile] justice_undone
Breq wasn't sure she really wanted those porgs in the store, but they seemed to have moved in during the Halloween incidents, and getting out would require some work. She wasn't sentimental, but this wasn't herself as a ship after all, and as long as they didn't cause any damage she would let them stay for now.

Although she carefully moved the nest she found to a safe place on the roof. There were limits.

[Open]

bigdamnprincipal: (i am a little tempted)
[personal profile] bigdamnprincipal
The decorations at the park were a little more tasteful this morning, leaning more towards the blue and gold of the school's colors than anything neon that might hurt someone with a hangover. Honestly, considering the porgs running around looking even more adorable, would anyone really be looking at anything else?

[Going *gasp* OCD free! Have a yummy brunch!]
justice_undone: (bw thoughtful)
[personal profile] justice_undone
Breq wasn't paying much attention to the paintings.

She turned on the stereo, just letting it play whatever it wanted, and began to dust the shelves, which were already mostly spotless. There would be tea for anyone stopping by.

[Open!]
bigdamnprincipal: (i am a little tempted)
[personal profile] bigdamnprincipal
Although it was definitely getting to be fall, the decent weather was still holding out, and the sun was shining brightly over the setup for the Homecoming Carnival. The Student Council had managed to clear the space for all the booths and games, but once everything was set up, there were still black cats all over the place.

Hopefully, they wouldn't get too close to the dunk tanks, or there would be some angry wet kitties running around.

[OCD is up! Food and Drink | Tables | Rides | Games | OOC | The First Post]
bigdamnprincipal: (i am actually smiling)
[personal profile] bigdamnprincipal
Although it was definitely getting to be fall, the decent weather was still holding out, and the sun was shining brightly over the setup for the Homecoming Carnival. The Student Council had managed to clear the space for all the booths and games, but once everything was set up, there were still black cats all over the place.

Hopefully, they wouldn't get too close to the dunk tanks, or there would be some angry wet kitties running around.

[OCD is up! Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossings | OOC | The Second Post]
justice_undone: (bw thoughtful)
[personal profile] justice_undone
Groovy Tunes was spotless enough to match the interior of a Radchaai warship, but also full of new deliveries of musical instruments, along with instructional videos on how to play them.

It might not show, but Breq really missed the voice the island had given her when it changed her body, and her humming was a little more subdued than usual.

[Open!]
justice_undone: (genderswap)
[personal profile] justice_undone
Breq still had a body with a beautiful voice. She didn't expect that to last, and apparently some people had already had their bodies changed back, so she intended to make the most of it.

She was going to spend all day singing, and unlike with her usual body, it was going to be enjoyable for everyone.

[Open]
justice_undone: (genderswap)
[personal profile] justice_undone
For someone who had had thousands of bodies during her two thousand year life span, Breq had hardly noticed the difference when she woke up in a different body. That is, until she started humming as she was getting dressed.

This body had a beautiful voice, a soft yet clear tenor, reminding her of a recent one she had had, one that had been destroyed when Anaander Mianaai had blown her up.

That discovery had been made yesterday, and since the island was no doubt going to change her back eventually, Breq had decided to make the most of it. Today she was cleaning the store again, even though it was already spotless, singing old Valskayan hymns, and repeatedly one from Shis'urna:

My heart is a fish
Hiding in the water-grass
In the green, in the green.


She didn't notice that tears sometimes rand down her face as she was singing that one.

[Open, although I will be slow.]
justice_undone: (dark blue sideways)
[personal profile] justice_undone
As she had now finished getting the basement in order, Breq decided it was time to clean the store itself. Not that it was messy, but it was now her responsibility and she should keep it as spotless as she had kept herself as a ship. One shelf at the time was wiped completely free of dust, as was every CD case, every instrument, and even the hinges to the back door got lubricated. She let the stereo choose its own eclectic mix of music, humming along to most of the songs.

[Open!]
2_old_for_this: (Default)
[personal profile] 2_old_for_this
"Hi." Peter looked around to see any new faces. "If you haven't been here before, I'm Peter Octavian, and this is a class where we watch modern Earth entertainment as a way of catching up with what the locals are talking about and how the culture might work. Not always by strict example. Anyway, this week I thought we'd watch something about families. Instead of a movie, it'll be the first few episodes of a show that was really popular a few decades back. I don't remember seeing it myself, so this'll be an experience for all of us."

He pushed play.

"Oh, and there's drinks, chips, and popcorn - please help yourselves!"
justice_undone: (dark blue questioning)
[personal profile] justice_undone
A broken leg and a few broken ribs wasn't going to keep Breq in a hospital bed. It would have been better if they had had correctives, but that wasn't the case, so she would have to deal with that cast around her leg and a pair of crutches she had been told she wasn't supposed to use yet.

The nurses had refused at first to give her back her clothes, but had reluctantly agreed when Breq had been persistent. There was no way she could get her pants or boot over the cast of course, but when the nurse disappeared, Breq pulled on the shirt and jacket, opened the window and heaved herself over the ledge, activating the armour as she fell to the ground below.

The fall hurt, she had to admit it, but it wasn't something she couldn't deal with on her own.

[Open clinic. Expecting one, but other people are welcome before that.]


in_sidon_we_trust: (sideview)
[personal profile] in_sidon_we_trust
Oh, would the ceaseless heartache never truly...cease?? Sidon was having a rough time that morning, feeling every bit as angusihed as he should, faced with the conundrum that tormented him with every waking hour of the day. To be tragically in love with someone that one could not have simply had to be the most exquisitely excruciating pain known to man and Zora alike! Because, of course, as the Zora prince, he had basically been betrothed since a hatchling to his future queen, a situation that had seemed perfectly fine and reasonable at first, but then...then! His heart had to go and foolishly betray him, causing him to fall inexplicably in love with someone he could truly never be with: a beautiful but lowly peasant, a former slave girl, the captivating cerulean commoner known simply as Vette!

Oh! To be overwhelmed with such ill-fated feelings toward a star-crossed love! Did one deny his own duty, his own destiny, his own people, in pursuit of such a passion? Or should he deny his very own heart, to reject his emotions and follow along with the soul-crushing expectations of a long life without such splendor?

It was a question that would weigh heavily upon him until he knew the solution, but, alas! Did such a solution exist? And where might one discover the answer to such a problematic puzzle? Perhaps, in the distance, on the horizon, as Sidon found a place that looked over the island, so he could stand there and gaze out and dwell over the peculiar particularities of his pernicious predicament!

Oh, that he would not ever have fallen in love at all! But to think of an existance so bleak, so dark, without that luminous light...!

He supposed he'd just stand out here, gazing out, waiting for the answers that might not come, for as long as he had to!

[[ look, Sidon just standing around, staring out into the vague distance isn't even a trope, that's a legit part of his character. The rest of it, though.... Post is totes open, but the thread with Breq should be considered last chronologically, please! ]]
spectre_alenko: kaidan alenko shirtless showing off his sculpted abs (shirtless)
[personal profile] spectre_alenko
Kaidan had spent so much time on a ship that he had acquired the sort of paleness under his inborn tan that had Jack making jokes about nerds and basements. There was only so much realness he could take before he'd decided to head down to the beach for a day outside. A large microfiber blanket was held down with rocks, a cooler with various non-alcoholic beverages, and some snacks, sat nearby.

The first thing he did was go for a swim. The ocean was bracing but as long as he stayed near the shallows, it wasn't so bad. Every so often a wave would come in from further out in the depths to remind him of that, slapping across his body with a shock of breath-stealing cold. Kaidan was Canadian, he'd spent his formative years in Vancouver, and more importantly, Kaidan was stubborn. He swam until his muscles burned with it. Then went to flop on the blanket in the mottled sunlight, sunglasses over his eyes and the towel he'd wiped off the wet with folded under his head as a pillow. When he overheated or overcooked, he'd go swim again and then switch sides.

Laying back, listening to the water hit the rocks. Listening to the birds and other animals, the occasional snatch of conversation from people further inland. Planet noises, nothing like the whine and ping of metal under stress, the hum of a drive core, the rising whine of thrusters.

Back dirtside. Back on Earth, on the island. Still getting used to that.

[Open. I'll be slow through the day.]
justice_undone: (dark blue sideways)
[personal profile] justice_undone
There was still a note in the window saying

NOW HIRING

If no one applied, she could always take on more shifts herself, Breq told herself, and Tisarwat, the young Radchaai who had seemed a little lost, had shown some interest. Breq told herself it didn't bother her that there was another version of herself that this kid had known. It didn't matter.

Keeping the shop in order did matter, and today it was hard work since it was raining rose petals. At least it smelled nice.

[Open!]
firstofitskind: (grin)
[personal profile] firstofitskind
Even the weirdness of this morning's class was not enough to throw off Liam's good mood as he made his way over to the gym in the afternoon.

Although, yes, he was going to take a minute to give the programming on his fencing sim a careful once-over before he started it up. Everything there seemed to be fine, though, so he grabbed his usual practice weapon from the equipment locker and started the sim.

[ooc: open! though i'm off to ~dyson academy~ for the morning so pings will be slow for a bit.]
sake_shinigami: (have a drink <3?)
[personal profile] sake_shinigami
Eventually, Shunsui actually got up that day and felt a small pang of maybe going and doing something productive, which was a rare and strange thing as it was, but it was also Monday, and he knew Summer-chan would be handling the store today, and he really didn't want to bother with any of that, anyway, so he figured what he would do is grab some paper and a pen and his biggest sake bottle and head on over to the Perk to get some...erm, work done, he supposed.

He was here to write a book, after all. And that's what writers did, didn't they? They went to coffee shops, and that's where they wrote! It was worth a try.

He wasn't a big fan of coffee, so he brought his own drink and, just to be festive, did buy a small cup of pumpkin spice flavoring, which he was experimentally and occassionally pouring into his small cups of sake.

It wasn't...terrible.

But Shunsui was not typically picky, as long as sake was involved.

And then he got to work.

He set out his papers, spent a ridiculous amount of time organizing his stuff around the table so it was just right, and then set his pen to the paper for that first, stirring line:

Chapter One, he wrote.

Beautiful. Perfect!

No. Wait.

He leaned in and crossed it out.

Prologue, he wrote instead.

Much better! And he beamed and poured a little sake, a little pumpkin spice, into his cup and took a well-deserved sip for all the great hard work he had already accomplished.


[[ even though I'm about to plunge into work-related SP, I realized that Shunsui's the only one of my pups on-island not actively involved any anything and, while that totally make sense, it makes me twtichy, lol, idk, so here, have a perk! Which is so definitely open for all your perkly needs! ]]
justice_undone: (dark blue sideways)
[personal profile] justice_undone
Breq was humming along to the music the stereo was playing, while dusting the shelves and sweeping the floor. Of course owning a shop couldn't be a permanent thing, but for now she found herself content with the situation. She went from humming to singing. Yes, this was only temporary, only until she could get back to her universe and do what she had to do, but until then someone had to look after this place.

She would make sure to do that properly, and hopefully she would find a new employee or two among the new students.

She nodded to the glittery pink sloths hanging from the ceiling today.

[Open!]

Fandom High RPG



About the Game

---       Master Game Index
---       Thinking of Joining?
---       IC Community Tags
---       Application Information
---       Existing Character Directory

For Business Owners/Employees

If changes need to be made to the entry for a fictional business your character owns or works at, please drop a comment right to the entry page for that business, and we'll update it for you ASAP!

If your character is a new business owner, please use the New Business Form to give us your information, and we'll create an entry for the business.

---       All Businesses
---       NPC-owned
---       Completely NPC


In-Character Comms

School and Grounds
---       Fandom High School
---       Staff Lounge
---       TA Lounge
---       Student Dorms

Around the Island
---       Fandom Town
---       Fandom Clinic

Communications
---       Radio News Recaps
---       Student Newspaper
---       IC Social Media Posts

Off-Island Travel
---       FH Trips

Once Upon a Time...
---       FH Wishverse AU


Out-of-Character Comms

---       Main OOC Comm
---       Plot Development
---       OOC-but-IC Fun





Disclaimer

Fandom High is a not-for-profit text-based game/group writing exercise, featuring fictional characters and settings from a variety of creators, used without permission but for entertainment purposes only.

Tags