okteiviakom: ([neu] hope)
[personal profile] okteiviakom
When Octavia came to work today, there was a cactus on the counter.

It looked like it was holding a sign. The sign said PET ME.

Octavia frowned at it, then shook her head. No, she wasn't about to pet a cactus. Trying her hand at making her first floral arrangements was just as likely to be unpleasant, and that was at least a part of her job. So, that was what she chose to do.

(Could a cactus look sad? Octavia would've sworn it wasn't possible, and yet...)

[ooc: Open!]
shiroi_tiger: (Default)
[personal profile] shiroi_tiger
It was a completely normal day today at the flower shop. There were arrangement orders to be filled, plants to be watered...

Nathan didn't trust it.

Which really didn't make it any less normal, no. It just meant that he was giving speculative looks at every possible corner of the shop while putting together bouquets in shades of orange and purple.

Nope. Still normal. This place just had Nathan paranoid, now.

[OOC: Work SP here too, but open!]
okteiviakom: ([neu] hope)
[personal profile] okteiviakom
It had been about a month since Octavia had meant to change places of employment. But as raccoons didn't go to work, her first day had gotten indefinitely postponed until today.

She was taking things slow. Just getting to know the store and what was where. Occasionally jotting down the names of some of the plants so she could read up on them later. That was one of the good things about this time: information seemed to exist in boundless quantities, and easily accessible. At least if you had a brother with a smart phone.

Today was for getting used to things. But she'd do her best to help whoever happened to come by, too.

[ooc: Open, with a hint of SP!]
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[personal profile] 2_old_for_this
The monsoon had let up today - instead, the entire tropical plant section was hot and so humid it was misty. Fortunately, it meant some of the lake in the aisle was evaporating; unfortunately, it meant that some of the nearby plants were miserable.

And whimpering.

So, today Peter would spend his time alternately moving the complaining plants away from the overwhelming damp heat, and trying to come up with a spell to get rid of some of the water that wouldn't just burn up the entire store.

And bailing it out in buckets and towels. Hey, he could be practical.

The flower shop was open!
okteiviakom: ([neu] head on straight on)
[personal profile] okteiviakom
Octavia didn't have a phone or email or anything else a person living in this time really ought to have had by now. So she was so far unaware of Jono's new plan for the store. But she did turn up at the theater instead of the pile of former-building that was the actual Groovy Tunes at the moment.

Somehow she found looking at what little stock they had left more despressing than the ruins of the store, though.

[ooc: Ooopen. Though I am very tired.]
okteiviakom: ([neg] worried about you)
[personal profile] okteiviakom
Like Lucille the day before her, Octavia also wasn't expecting to see any customers-to-be today. So she, too, was spending her day cleaning. And – sorry, Lucille – the first thing she cleaned up was the bouquet of lilies.

She'd rather just take her chances with the shark stink on its own.

Even if she spent far too long in the open air, standing outside the store (or what was left of it) and wondering what there was to be done about the front.

And why this felt so much more like home than before the hurricane, and whether that made her a bad person.

[ooc: Open! Ish.]
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[personal profile] magnusrushesin
Magnus had been longing for his usual Starbucks, but somehow the fact that it was inexplicably raining sharks (h-hallelujah?) made up for the withdrawal. It also meant he got to sort through his inventory of weapons and wander on out to investigate this straight up Gaia Sash level weirdness.

"Something's really fishy about this," he announced, hoping he was the first one to use it. He'd be wrong but bless his heart, he did try.

A small mako shark whipped past, clearly judging his sub-optimal pun usage.

[So open]
okteiviakom: ([neu warpaint] what's that?)
[personal profile] okteiviakom
Octavia was boarding up the windows at Groovy Tunes today. Hurricanes weren't really one of the things they'd had to worry about back home – let alone up on the Ark – but she'd had enough time to get familiar with the basic precautions over the last couple of days.

And she felt strangely at home, doing this. Preparing for disaster was familiar. Probably in all the wrong ways, but whatever.

At least she felt like she belonged.

The stereo was insisting on playing a Beach Boys compilation. Octavia didn't have the presence of mind to spare for wondering about what 'surfing' was, no matter how obsessed with it they seemed to be.

[ooc: Open store is open!]
okteiviakom: ([neu bel] kom bleikkru)
[personal profile] okteiviakom
Today had been the first time there'd been a shipment of new stock to the store during one of Octavia's shifts. And she actually found herself vaguely excited by that. Vaguely, and faintly, but still. It was like getting to be the first to discover something new, no matter how small a thing.

Except then she opened the package, and it turned out to be filled with oranges. She even rummaged through it to the bottom of the box, but nope. All oranges.

So now her bag was stuffed with oranges, and there was a sign on the shop window that said FREE ORANGES.

She wasn't going to charge anyone for fruit at a music store. You'd have had to fight her to charge anyone for fruit at a fruit store, honestly.

[ooc: No OCD, open!]
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[personal profile] shiroi_tiger
Nathan was squinting a little at a shipment of apology cards that had just come in. He was mostly certain that Peter had placed an order last week, after all of the odd apologies that people had been making in the wake of that weekend. But it looked as though the supplier had either mixed something up, or sent a few hundred bonus cards for them to use, as well.

He gave them a call just to be certain, and the answer he recieved was something along the lines of, "For your company's good business. Where else are we going to be able to sell some of those?"

Nathan had to admit that the customer service rep had a good point, and hung up the phone to resume looking, baffled, at the cards. They had room to store them, sure, but he was having difficulty coming up with a situation where they'd actually get to use very many "I'm sorry you spent a few days as a racecar" or "I'm sorry for the loss of your tentacles" cards.

[OOC: And open!]

Stark's, Saturday

Saturday, July 22nd, 2017 10:57 am
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[personal profile] kenselvren
Jalian was still tweaking her Doorway, and if she were honest with herself, maybe dithering a bit. She needed to return and stop Armageddon, but she was in no hurry to subject herself to that backwards skip again, or to the long job ahead.

So instead she was doing everything she could to improve and enhance it with knowledge from this timeline and everything JARVIS could tell her about others.

She made a few more tweaks, then stepped back and cycled the power. "How's that, JARVIS?"



[OOC: Open post! No OCD.]
okteiviakom: ([neu bel] kom bleikkru)
[personal profile] okteiviakom
The stereo was still behaving itself for Octavia. Not that random visitors to the store were likely to assume that it was: her somber, leather-clad figure walking around the store seemed to be at odds with the joyful showtunes the stereo was belting out.

But she'd missed out on music all her life. That included damn near all music. So for now, she was content to be grabbing CDs from the shelves at random and seeing what they contained. No prejudice.

She was also taking a closer look at some of the instruments being sold at the store, today. Trying to guess at what they sounded like and how they were supposed to be played.

She probably needed to think about getting a phone. So she could Google these things.

[ooc: No OCD, have at!]

Groovy Tunes, Thursday

Thursday, July 13th, 2017 07:20 pm
okteiviakom: ([neu warpaint] what's that?)
[personal profile] okteiviakom
It was Octavia's first shift.

Ever, on any job.

Just another thing to adapt to, she guessed. Jono had left her a note with instructions about running the store, and she was quietly grateful for it. Right now, she was learning to work the till – while shaking her head at the whole idea of it. Exchanging pieces of paper and bits of metal for plastic discs to take them home.

This was going to take adjusting to.

She was still wearing her tough leathers. She was yet to start feeling comfortable in anything else, at least anywhere in public. Maybe that's why the stereo was behaving itself, and actually playing the Elliot Smith compilation she'd wanted it to play.

Groovy Tunes was open and there was a Grounder behind the counter.

[ooc: Open, no OCD!]
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[personal profile] sharp_man
Hannibal really did enjoy his adopted country (it had immense opportunities for someone like him), and he would also accept any excuse for a party.

So, here they were. He'd set up a decent, industrial-sized grill on the lawn, arranged for an insane number of picnic blankets (mostly red, white, blue, or some combination thereof), and even bribed one of the local magical types to ensure that the weather would be perfect. And he had, of course, been cooking for days; all that was left was grilling the last-minute things.

Jono had agreed to handle the fireworks later, but for now there was mostly mingling and food )

[OOC: Open post! Come and party!]

Groovy Tunes, Saturday

Saturday, July 1st, 2017 12:35 pm
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[personal profile] furnaceface
Jono was in a bloody good mood today, if he did say so himself. He'd just gotten back from his cruise with Hannibal, and the week well away from the island's insanity, surrounded by relaxed people, had done him wonders. Now that he was back on the island, he was turning his attention toward other things. Like making up posters advertising that next week was going to be Pride Weekend on the island. After all, it was fine to go ahead and decide that the island needed one. But there was this thing where, in order for it to happen, one actually had to get the word out.

Jono hadn't worked with this much glitter glue and brightly-coloured poster paper since way the hell back when Jean was running for student council.

In any case, he was taking it easy today, letting the stereo pick the soundtrack and not actually minding all the glitter that was sticking to his hands, for once. Not a bad day. Not a bad day at all.

[OOC: Open! OCD-free!]
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[personal profile] spin_kick_snap
Looking to see fireworks every day of the year?


Kathy was pleased with her current Fourth of July-themed displays. Most of the items she'd pulled were either red, white, or blue and now she was having fun crafting little fireworks out of strips of metallic paper and glue. Because who says that your local sex shop couldn't also be a haven for arts and crafts. And since the Hobby Lobby on the island sold birth control, she didn't have to feel bad for supporting it!

Also, it left her brain free to think more about the upcoming Mexico trip, so all in all, it was a good shift.

[OCD-free]
okteiviakom: ([neu warpaint] what's that?)
[personal profile] okteiviakom
It was early in the morning, at least for a Sunday.

And Octavia was out, roaming the streets. Or at least walking around, eyeing everything with the kind of wary looks that you gave things when you weren't quite sure you could trust any of it. Or believe it, even. None of this was what she was used to.

And maybe she looked it, in her warrior gear.

She stopped at a shop window at random. The place was closed right now, but there was a window display full of merchandise, and it looked so foreign and alien to her. Not the things themselves – although comic books and collectible figurines also weren't really within the scope of Octavia's life experience – but the way they were being displayed so proudly behind a glass for seemingly no reason.

Look, she understood what shops were. She just wasn't used to them.

So she was frowning at the window of a comic book store. That was not weird at all.

[ooc: Open! Feel free to run into the wary warrior lady either outside Android's Dungeon or just somewhere in the streets.]
okteiviakom: ([neu] neutral ground)
[personal profile] okteiviakom
Octavia should've gone back to Arkadia already. )

Except now, it seemed the unthinkable had happened: Octavia was lost. She didn't recognize where she was. Worse, the forest itself looked different. When she turned around, nothing looked familiar. Nothing looked like where she knew she'd just been.

She wasn't sure what the hell was going on, but her sword was in her hand before she even thought about it.

[ooc: Open! The bit under the cut NFB due to happening elsewhere, naturally.]

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