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Rosa had spent all of yesterday in her apartment, painting the various trunks that had appeared overnight and said things like "recovery" and "dead for ten years" and "weird alien powers" and "wiped out a guy's entire life but in a good way?"

It'd been reasonably cathartic!

Now the bags were gone and she was at work, listening to the musical stylings of what she was pretty sure was an Andean bear rocking out on one of the store's more expensive electric guitars.

"Not bad!" she shouted, as it paused between riffs. "But do you know any 90s alternative?"

The bear grunted thoughtfully, then started to play a new song.

". . . Sweet," Rosa said, bobbing her head. "Thanks!"

[open!]

myfifthrodeo

Rosa hadn't heard anything from Roswell in a little while, and was trying not to worry too much about it. If she hadn't heard anything, it was probably because things were finally quiet and calm out there, not because Jones had come back to life and abducted her friends and family in some weird plot to . . . take over the world? Sneak back to his home planet? She never had been entirely sure what Jones' plans were, other than "nefarious".

Also, he'd absolutely ruined one of her old favorite songs. But she was doing her best to take that back today, blasting it over the store's speakers while she surfed the internet for any weird sightings over the deserts of New Mexico.

Preferably from a more reliable source than Graham Greene's UFO Emporium. Even if the symbols on his fliers for his new pop-up exhibit did look suspiciously legit. . . .

[open!]

myfifthrodeo

Rosa had been having a perfectly nice day so far at work, and was quietly dusting the shelves when she got to the vinyl section and noticed it was in complete and utter disarray.

"Is that -- did someone seriously file Twenty-One Pilots as a classic. Did someone honestly do that." She needed to refile it immediately. "And Jefferson Airplane is not a new release! Jesus. It's like someone came through and just . . . unpacked this stuff all willy-nilly. . . ."

She was going to be spending her day reorganizing the records. It was fine.

"Why would anyone even want Twenty-One Pilots on vinyl. . . ."

[idk, trying to channel my unpacking woes. Open!]

myfifthrodeo

Inspired by meeting Eddie at the bowling alley last week, Rosa was playing some classic metal at the store today. As always, it was definitely too loud. Which, really, was the only way that metal should be listened to.

"Yeah, okay," she mused. "This definitely slaps."

She was still going to be a 90s alternative girl forever, but she could at least get the attraction.

[open!]

shireisburning

Eddie wasn't really much into gimmicks, but having an excuse to play songs he liked multiple times in one night was really treating himself, so he'd make an exception for this one.

Song of the Day
For Whom the Bell Tolls - Metallica
Get a free drink whenever the song plays!

There. That was enough management work for today. He was gonna get a hot dog at the snack bar.

myfifthrodeo

There was an idea in recovery that routine was important for sobriety, so Rosa was back at the bowling alley for the second Thursday in a row. Not actually bowling yet, but perched on a stool by the snack counter, her sketchbook on her knees, as she doodled various features of the whole bowling aesthetic.

The ~~NPC~~ bowlers themselves made great models for gestural drawing.

[open!]

myfifthrodeo

Rosa was spending the bulk of her shift today looking up customized bowling ball designs.

There was just something about a sport that came with such a strong, weird aesthetic,, okay?

[open!]

myfifthrodeo

"I can't believe I let Dallas talk me into this."

To be fair, Dallas hadn't actually told Rosa to try bowling. He'd simply suggested she try stepping a little further out of her comfort zone and find activities that used her occasional excesses of energy without reminding her of when she used to get high. She was the one who decided that meant bowling.

She finished tying the world's ugliest (and yet also weirdly delightful in their ugliness?) shoes and went to go look for a good bowling ball. "Suspicious footwear and ball fondling. Michael would be proud. Or probably mock me for days." Which, with Michael, was kind of the same thing. "Let's see, ugly, ugly, boring, ugly -- oo, sparkles!"

She picked up a shimmery, swirled green ball and held it up. "Stick some giant almond eyes on this sucker and it'd fit right in back home." She hefted it the way she saw people heft their bowling balls on television, stepped awkwardly up to the line, and rolled.

The ball went immediately into the gutter.

"And I suck. Cool." She looked around, wishing Liz or Kyle or Isobel or even Michael himself was here. "I need more friends."

[open! Please distract me from medical device legal document hell.]

myfifthrodeo

Rosa had been feeling twitchy ever since her semester ended at school on the mainland, and no matter how much music she blasted, it wasn't helping.

Time to talk to a professional. Or, well. A "professional".

I am a professional, Dallas said, taking offense at the quotation marks in her text. Priests are professional.

Sorry, Rosa replied. I just meant you're not like a therapist.

Uh huh.

The conversation improved from there, fortunately. And Dallas's recommendation that if her current coping strategies weren't working right now, maybe she should try something completely new also made sense.

Man, she missed having a reliable priest to confide in in person.

[open!]

myfifthrodeo

Rosa's energy had taken a hard downturn since last week, and she dragged herself into work by the skin of her teeth out of some weird new sense of pride and work ethic.

Life was exhausting, okay?

She was sacked out behind the checkout counter, her hoodie pulled low over her eyes, listening to moody 90s girl rock and cursing her genetic disposition for mood swings.

Buyer beware.

[open!]

myfifthrodeo

Rosa was feeling a bit extra fidgety today. Well, more than a little. She was climbing the walls of the store -- or at least the shelves -- her back pocket full of markers.

Every visible edge of the store that wasn't sellable product was going to end up decorated at this rate. And then probably redecorated. And redecorated.

It was art she wouldn't be graded on! And right now, as her first year was coming to an end, that felt so good.

As did the music she had blasting so hard her ears kind of hurt.

[open!]

myfifthrodeo

It was a gray kind of day today, and not terribly warm, but Rosa was tired of her little apartment and of running off to Baltimore, so she brought her sketchbook out into the park today, finding a spot on a bench near the pond to sketch the flamingos.

"I feel like you all probably shouldn't even be here?" she told them as she tried to capture the energy of one of them as it shook out its wings. "But I don't actually know enough about birds to be sure. You definitely have a different kind of sound than the city does, but then, so does Fandom. And I'm talking to birds. I need a social life."

[open!]

myfifthrodeo

Class today had Rosa's head full of ideas for her tiny gnome character. She found some appropriately video game-y music to put on -- not her usual jam, but she could dig it -- and set herself up behind the counter with her sketchbook to draw.

What would a properly self-respecting tiny gnome person with a fairly anachronistic exacto knife weapon dress in? Some kind of cross between modern punk and Renn Faire chic, right? Ideally that looked like something you could put together with bits and bobs from an art store.

Now, should the hat be carved out of a solid glob of acrylic paint, or just be the paint cap itself? Hmmmm.

[. . . I am so going to end up drawing a weird art store gnome. Open!]

myfifthrodeo

There was a tiny wolf on the sales counter when Rosa came in, today, gnawing on a banana twice the size of itself. It had a tiny collar on, with a name tag reading Keith.

"This place is so bad for my recovery," Rosa muttered, and decided it was best to leave the little creature to its business. If someone needed her today, she was touching up some details on the UFO by the drums.

[Because this has been stuck in my head for four days. Open!]

myfifthrodeo

Rosa had gotten a whole zero amount of sleep last night, and as such was yawning it up at the checkout counter today rather than working on any of her murals. Her music choice for the day, while loud, wasn't actually helping her stay awake, but it wasn't exactly putting her to sleep, either.

Anyone who came in to shop would find her scrunched into a chair by the cash register, one foot on the counter, the other propped on her knee, as she idly colored in various little blobs and patches on her chuck taylors with sharpies and sang.

"In my shoes
Walking sleep
In my youth, I pray to keep
Heaven send
Hell away
No one sings like you anymore. . . ."

Groovy Tunes was open.

myfifthrodeo

Was it weird that someone who was too young to have listened to it when it came out even at her real age would feel super nostalgic listening to Third Eye Blind's self-titled debut album?

Probably. But Rosa didn't care. She was blasting the whole thing today at the store, as she scaled the guitar racks, the counter, everything she could find that could get her up high enough to paint the ceiling.

She was giving it a star scape. The night sky of Roswell, New Mexico, to be specific, because she knew it like the back of her own hand, having spent endless nights up on the roof of her family's cafe, listening to music and just trying to escape her own head into the cosmos.

Once that was laid out, she started adding details. UFOs, of course, and shooting stars. Ringed planets and man-made satellites. A tiny unicorn trailing glittery stardust, a cat in an astronaut helmet. And then, on a whim, she pulled out a blacklight sensitive marker and started writing the lyrics to "God of Wine" invisibly into the negative space.

Hopefully if her actual boss ever showed up, she'd appreciate the now very space-themed decor in her store. Rosa couldn't seem to get space out of her head these days.

[open!]

myfifthrodeo

Rosa had had a very busy March so far, full of projects for school that had kept her running around covered in paint and doubting herself, her sobriety, and every decision she'd ever made in her life, both before and after her death. But her projects were turned in now, and she was giving herself a well deserved break from paint fumes.

So there were no new pieces started in the store today. Just a clerk listening to Pearl Jam way too loud while she poked around on her laptop, trying to decide if she could afford to buy a new jacket for spring.

And maybe trying not to listen too closely to the lyrics when they said things like you're still alive, she said, oh do I deserve to be?

It was fine. Eddie Veder definitely wasn't singing to or about her personally.

[oh look who remembered she has townie posts to post! open!]

myfifthrodeo

Rosa had found the local radio station archives online, and had spent her day catching up on old broadcasts. It was weirdly entertaining listening to the mostly mundane drama of people she at best barely knew. It was like . . . a bizarre, extended performance art piece. She wondered if any of the squirrels were classically trained.

Eventually, she realized she should listen to the more current broadcasts too, which led to a brief moment of confusion over one of today's reports.

"I did what?" She frowned, tilting her head. Trying to decide if the squirrels had somehow picked up on her powers, and what even was 'Diaz and Ass anyway -- "Oh. The other Rosa."

. . . Huh. Maybe Other Rosa had weird hearing powers, too.

[open]

myfifthrodeo

Rosa had been all set for another day of listening to whatever the hell she wanted and painting murals in the music store. But the stereo system wasn't working.

So instead, here she was, elbows deep in wires, attempting to diagnose the issue using her weird alien sonic powers.

"This would be so much easier if I'd bothered to pay attention to what the wires are supposed to sound like. . . ."

[open, though work is trying to drown me in troubleshooting today. . . .]

myfifthrodeo

Another week, another mural. Rosa was rapidly filling the store with vibrant color, and as she settled in by the guitar display, she decided to work on something that required a bit more time and thought, a full, proper mural instead of the graffiti styled work she'd done so far.

A landscape, bold and sprawling, layers of brightly colored hills and buttes, dotted with animal and plant life. They were hard to spot at first, blending into the environment the way they did, but if you looked closely you'd realize they were everywhere. Coyotes, horny toads, cacti and sage brush, and birds and birds and birds.

She'd always kind of envied birds.

As always, the music was loud enough to drown out most any other noise. But if you listened closely, you might hear Rosa singing along.

One for sorrow
two for joy
three for girls and four for boys. . . .

[open!]

myfifthrodeo

Today's music was a little moodier than Rosa had been going with for her last few shifts, but it was no less old school than anything else she listened to.

Really, it wouldn't be at all weird for someone to just assume that she had come to Fandom from 1998 instead of 2021.

It was still blasting way too loud, though, clearly audible from the street, and she was no less occupied painting inside, this time painting some very classic Grateful Dead-esque roses and skulls over the classic rock section.

[open!]

throughaphase

The holidays were over and Kitty and Tino were embroiled in a fight. She wanted to take the tree down, he was one of the people who insisted that it stayed up till the Epiphany. (Who saw that one coming.) Maybe he just liked having the tree up? Or was sampling what was left of the ornaments? Maybe he'd simply read it somewhere. Her arguments that she didn't even believe in all that, she just liked pretty tree lights wasn't really going over well.

So the fight was pretty silent. She'd go to the back room and take down some ornaments, he'd sneak back later and put them back on.

This was gonna be an all night thing.

[Open!]

throughaphase

Hello to New Year's at Caritas! The bar was open and ready for everyone to say goodbye to 2021 in a totally classy way, for real. The place was decorated in lights and garland, there was an actual DJ this year, there were fancy drinks including a coffee thing to get you to midnight, and if you weren't here for classy... well, there were mini liquor bottle ornaments hanging from the Christmas tree in the back room for people to take. This party was for you too. This is still a bar with zombies under a Febreze sprayer, let's not kid ourselves too much.

Also feel free to grab a hat or a completely impractical set of 2022 glasses at the door!

Classy.

SPECIALS
New Year's Sparkler
Poinsettia
Chocolate Candy Cane Martini
Driven Snow
Espresso Martini
Lemon Lavender Mocktini

[All ages party! Go wild!]

fortworeasons

Had there been a spree of dead bodies turning up in parks and dazed chess-club teens wandering in late to their Baltimore homes on the mainland over the last week?

No. Why? Had you heard something? Probably had to do with Christmas, right? Or maybe the new year?

Laszlo for sure didn't know anything about any of this.

But he had had a very merry Christmas, all the same.

Specials
Regular Human Gin

People still drank straight gin, right? "People drink gin, don't they?" Laszlo called to Tino as his hypnotized cameraman wrote out the special for him.

He got a shrug in return, and Laszlo took way too long (read: three-ish seconds) to decide that Tino probably tasted gross, anyway, and it wouldn't be worth it.

myfifthrodeo

Rosa had ~~entirely handwavily~~ been back in Roswell for the holiday. Having missed ten Christmases entirely unwillingly, she wasn't about to miss one on purpose now.

She'd gotten back into town just in time for her class yesterday, and now she was at the shop today, more 90s alternative blasting much too loudly on the stereo system as she graffitied the walls.

Hmm. Did the store need "What the world needs now is some true words of wisdom like 'la la la la la'" scrawled over the folk section? Well, it was getting it anyway.

[I haven't thought of this song in a really long time, but damned if it isn't stuck in my head today. Open!]

weirderthanthou

The staff of the Perk were used to shenanigans. Weird lights? New piece of island? Pfft. The only person who was even a little taken aback was the newbie, and they had already dealt with advent this year.

No, the baristas made their coffee, tables were cleaned, and the Perk's seats were free and cosy to anyone looking to read the paper just obviously enough to invite conversation. Come on, get it while it's hot!

[[ feel free to ping in and use this for all your perk needs. ]]

weirderthanthou

The staff of the Perk were used to shenanigans. Weird lights? New piece of island? Pfft. The only person who was even a little taken aback was the newbie, and they had already dealt with advent this year.

No, the baristas made their coffee, tables were cleaned, and the Perk's seats were free and cosy to anyone looking to read the paper just obviously enough to invite conversation. Come on, get it while it's hot!

[[ first of your daily perk posts. feel free to ping in and use this for all your perk needs. ]]

somethingwithturquoise

Oh, man. What a great week so far, and Summer was thrilled about it and in a great mood that evening, so great that she was back to showing off some bar tricks for her TikTok in her (very limited) downtime. Tino offered to help her film them, but she knew he was terrible and so she was good with just propping up her phone at a distance and hoping the supports didn't give way half-way through.

But, seriously, how could she not be in a great mood? Her classes were done for the semester, her boyfriend was back, and Troy's stupidity had actually made her life a little easier with his guerilla hiring practices.

Granted, since it was getting to be the end of the semester, she was pretty sure there was some real bullshit heading their way soon, but that was all the more reason to really this high while she still could!

Also it helped that she managed to convince Tino to wear one of those fake red noses from the gremlins hiding out in the back room. She knew they were going for the whole red-nosed reindeer thing, obviously, but it just made him look more like himself: a complete and total clown.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!

First One Free with a Karaoke Song!

Lemon Cake
Arnold Palmer
Lemon Poppyseed
Tomato Krab Avocado Ribbon Salad

Someone had found an unexpected abundance of lemons in her kitchen that morning, yes, why do you ask?

And also, at point during the evening, a very oh-so-subtle covert addition had been made, with a picture and text sent accordingly:

And 10% Off For Blacksmiths!
Happy International Blacksmiths Day!
Totally Not a Thing I Just Made Up!
And Definitely on December 15th and Not May 28th Apparently??

Summer really needed to stop having conversations with herself on the specials board.

Caritas is open!

myfifthrodeo

So it was Rosa's first day of work literally anywhere other than her papi's diner in Roswell. It was a little bit nerve-wracking. But she was here. She was young(er than she was supposed to be), unsupervised, and given free rein by (the guy she assumed was) her boss to decorate the shit out of the place.

She put on some music, turning it up loud -- loud enough to be heard down the street, probably -- and surveyed her new not-quite-kingdom. Then pulled her stencils and spray paint out of her backpack.

That drumset display definitely needed a spaceship.

[open!]

drumsticksandd20s

Yeah, so... an impromptu cross-dimensional string of gigs meant that Steph hadn't been around much for a bit, and so she was only just now catching up on a bunch of stuff at the store and getting her empty storefront-turned-artist crash pad into livable shape.

Whoops?

It also meant she didn't have any context for why her computer and phone both insisted on showing a Yule Log no matter what she did. Among other things, it made working on inventory and orders a lot more difficult, but mostly...

"This had better clear up by 10 PM or I'm gonna be so fucking pissed..."

Spoiler alert: someone was definitely going to be missing a couple of hours of her favorite actual play streaming show tonight.

[OOC: *waves hands vaguely* Open and all that!]

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