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For several weeks now Yasha had been fielding one rambling, cut-off Sending after another from Jester. That in and of itself wasn't so unusual except that lately all of the messages were part of one very concerted effort on Jester's part to get her to come out to Nicodranas for a visit.

-- totally come! Beau's going to be there too, and it's been forever since all of us got to hang out and oh my gosh there's --

Yasha nodded along with the magical projection of Jester's voice in her ear as she prepared the tea for the day, her face scrunched up into a long-suffering expression that was faltering by the second. Very few things, if any at all, could withstand the cheerful persistence of one excitable little blue tiefling, and Yasha was certainly not one of those few hypothetical things.

-- you on a tour of the city, and all the good pastry shops, 'cause I send you lots but you know it's really not the --

"Jester, Jester, okay," she finally blurted out. "I will go, all right? Just... give me a few days to make the arrangements." It was fine when all she had to do was provide a glowering, intimidating presence at the Portalocity office while Beau did the talking, but if she had to do the talking herself, too? Yeah, it was going to take a little more time.

The message she got in response was a very long one, because as it turned out a single drawn-out breathless squeal only counted against 1 word of the spell's 25-word limit, but at least it had Yasha almost smiling as she finished all her preparations and opened the shop for the day.

[OOC: Jester's Sending spell shenanigans are the cutest. Anyway, shop and post are open, even if I did only remember to do this right before I ship her off for some canon...]

notarockharpist

Today was one of those days where Yasha was all too aware of the holiday that was coming up in a few weeks: a newly delivered order of baskets and vases was so big that she was sure it was a mistake, and she was in the middle of trying to psych herself up to call the vendor back (ugh, phones and people and unwanted interaction) about the supposed mistake when a sudden flurry of incoming preorders and inquiries reminded her rather forcibly about the whole thing.

So much for spending most of her day working on some new arrangements -- it looked like Yasha was going to be on the phone much more than she wanted to be, taking orders and dealing with vendors and not being half as organized about it as she could have been. Sorry, coworkers; you just might have to sort out some of that mess later on.

[OOC: Store/post open, SP likely, etc. etc.]

notarockharpist

Yasha had done her best to shake off as much of the oddly sweet and fluffy snow at the doorway when she arrived this morning, but there was just no getting around the fact that some of it was going to get stuck (more or less literally) in her hair.

She kept absently picking bits of it out of her hair and nibbling on it as she did her rounds tending to all the plants (yes, it was probably kind of gross, no, she absolutely did not care), making a mental note that the next time Jester sent one of her rambling and inevitably cut off magical messages, she was going to ask Jester's opinion of marshmallows, because they seemed exactly like a Jester thing. Oblivious of the possibility that someday Jester, after they knew each other better, might compare both her and Beau to marshmallows because they were "warm and gooey on the inside." To which Yasha might argue that she'd been left over the fire too long.

Other than the unexpected snack, it looked like it was going to be an absolutely normal day of work. Yup. Not noteworthy at all.

[OOC: Like I could pass up a reference to one of my favorite conversations when marshmallows were on the advent menu today. Open and all that!]

notarockharpist

The frozen pond had penguins on it. Penguins putting on a show, for that matter.

So of course Yasha was parked on a bench near the pond, just watching the entire thing with enraptured fascination. She could have gotten video of it on her phone if that had ever occurred to her, but that reaction wasn't natural to her at all, and so her phone remained in her pocket and all her attention entirely on the penguins.

They kind of shared the same aesthetic, she and the penguins, and it was strangely comforting at least foe the moment, but she'd be keeping that sentiment entirely to herself, thank you.

[OOC: Had to. Open for your general park-ly needs, though I'll be in and out all day.]

notarockharpist

Yasha had gone on one of her walkabouts again, which only by complete and total coincidence happened to have lasted about as long as Steph's spur of the moment musical road trip, and gotten back just in time for the eggnog the other day -- which she wasn't complaining about, for the record. She'd spent a lot of time in the bathroom with a mug that day.

Today, so far, the plants hovering about overhead seemed fairly innocuous. So far. But if anyone showed up and the mistletoe tried to make her do anything, there might be some rage happening.

[OOC: Open, usual SP disclaimer applies.]

notarockharpist

Of all the things Yasha was expecting -- well, no, that wasn't true. Yasha tried to be in the habit of not setting up expectations. But if someone had given her a list of things that she thought might happen when she came in to work this morning and asked her to check off the most likely of them, "watching the last of the tiny pumpkin vines fighting off a basket of holly trying to push them out the door" would not have been the one she checked off.

So guess what was happening this morning?

"Stop that," she told both of them sternly -- or tried to, anyway, but charisma was definitely not her strong suit. "You don't have to -- there's space for both of you still!"

Neither plant was having any of it, not even after several increasingly forceful, increasingly frustrating attempts.

"I said stop it!" she roared finally, her skeletal wings appearing and unfurling as all the light in the room seemed to dim around Yasha for just a moment.

That got the holly to back off, but once Yasha had calmed down enough that the wings faded away she realized that some of the flowers in the vicinity might have gotten just a bit withered, which was one of the downsides to radiating necrotic energy when she got into one of those... moods. She was, apparently, going to be spending a good chunk of her day fixing up some flower arrangements and tending to the potted plants she'd accidentally damaged.

[OOC: IDK, man, I'm exhausted. Open, SP disclaimer, etc.]

notarockharpist

Yasha was splitting her time today between reading (she still had so much to catch up on) and trying her hand at jack o'lantern carving, wondering if Caduceus would have Opinions on this whole Halloween thing.

From the look of it the reading was going much better than the carving was, if only because the small safety knife that came with the pumpkin carving kit was tiny and dull -- and to be totally honest, looked ridiculous in her very large hands -- and the process of using it left her visibly frustrated. Not to would-like-to-rage levels, luckily, but unmistakably frustrated.

Maybe she could use her sword to do it? Sure, it was six feet long and very heavy, but she'd used it to give Caleb a very good shave once with no injuries to speak of! She could totally do a different kind of precision work with it! The craftspeople who'd made it back in the Age of Arcanum would probably cry knowing what kinds of use Magician's Judge got put to in Yasha's hands, but that was hundreds of years ago and they didn't need to know.

...but that was why, if you happened to glance inside the shop at the right times, you might be treated to the sight of a nearly six-foot-tall woman looking thoughtfully at a relatively small pumpkin while holding a considerably sizable greatsword in one hand and scratching thoughtfully at her chin with the other.

Nothing to worry about! (No, really, it would be fine, except for maybe the pumpkin.)

[OOC: Open with the usual SP disclaimer and advance apologies for it.]

notarockharpist

Among this morning's deliveries was, of all things, a box full of tiny but real pumpkins on tiny vines. Yasha was not as sure as she might have been a couple of years ago that this shouldn't be possible, but in any case she wasn't questioning it. And why would she? They were adorable.

Clearly, the thing to do here was to make garlands out of those tiny pumpkins, and then weave them all together with some flowers into autumn-themed flower crowns. Clearly.

By mid-morning she had several already done and hung up on a little display stand at the counter, ready for sale, and was contentedly in the process of making more. As ways to pass a workday went, this one was really nice and soothing.

[OOC: Shop: open. SP: inevitable.]

notarockharpist

Whenever Yasha returned here after one of her walkabouts it took her some effort to get settled back in again; not that she ever wanted to get too settled in, of course, but in all the places in Exandria or elsewhere that her wandering took her at least several battles of some sort seemed inevitable. Not that she minded the blankness of her battle rages giving her a break from her own thoughts, but fighting was what she'd been raised to do all her life. Coming back here and just being able to tend to flowers and read and lead a mostly quiet life was jarring -- almost like a luxury she felt that she hadn't really earned.

Still, it was very nice to feel like a normal person, someone who didn't have to kill things for a living, for a while.

Apparently today "being a normal person" entailed concentrating on making a rather large floral arrangement in fall colors while the small but very friendly and very talkative grey and white tabby who'd followed her in to work this morning circled around her legs and purred up a storm.

Yasha wasn't going to complain about that at all.

[[Daytime SP etc. but open!]]

notarockharpist

All right, so Yasha's latest walkabout had taken a lot more time on this end than she had intended (and it was all for the best that she'd missed out on a few things in the meantime), but at least as soon as she realized what day it was, she headed straight for the shop without even stopping to drop her things off at the hotel.

She did, however, take a few minutes to find someplace outside where she could hang her cloak once she realized that some of the plants were starting to wilt just a bit if she got too close to them, then washed up as best she could in the break room and propped the front door open for some extra air.

So... hopefully nobody (and no plant) would be too put off by the aroma of slightly damp road-weary barbarian?

It was nice to be back among all the flowers, though. Whatever world she'd been on didn't have much in the way of greenery. She'd missed this more than she'd ever care to admit.

[[Hi, I... exist? Totally open, if inevitably SP. I'm really rusty at existing. And forgot for hours that hitting Post is a thing...]]

notarockharpist

A few days ago -- or maybe a couple of weeks, she wasn't really sure -- Yasha had dreamt of thunderstorms across the causeway, calling to her; taking that as a sign that she would be able to leave at least for a while, she'd gone to go test out that theory and discovered she was right.

It was just before dawn when she returned to the island; she didn't have any more answers about the gap in her memory than she'd had when she left, but she was still drawn back here by some force or impulse she couldn't quite put a finger on. Maybe it was the Stormlord's guidance, maybe she was starting to develop a bit of a fondness for this place and even some of the people in it despite her best efforts to the contrary, maybe it was because she knew she could get back to Exandria from here to meet up with the Mighty Nein, if they needed her. Whatever the reason, and she didn't care much to dig too deeply into it, here she was. Again.

She had no interest yet in going back to the little hotel cabin she refused to think of as home. Besides, the sun would be coming up any moment now... and she could hardly pass up the opportunity to watch as it did. The colors of the sunrise hadn't yet stopped amazing her, at least not here or in the Empire, or on the Menagerie Coast, or out on the Lucidian Ocean. Anywhere that wasn't the dull, muted, lifeless wastes of Xhorhas, really, the sunrise was beautiful and full of color, and as tended to be the case with beautiful things Yasha really just couldn't get enough of it. (Even if the colors did sometimes remind her a little too vividly of Mollymauk.)

So she made her way to the park, pausing just long enough to pluck a handful of blossoms from a cluster of forget-me-nots near the pond, then sat down on a bench, looking toward the horizon with a wistful expression on her face as she half-absently braided the flowers into her hair.

Several stray cats clustered around her feet, purring. They probably sensed that she was not the type to withhold pets and scritches, and they were correct about that.

[OOC: Gasp. I'm trying to do a thing. Sorry about the Extra in this post, but I'm coping with my feelings about the ~~fucking heartbreaking~~ cover art for this girl's upcoming backstory graphic novel. Anyway, expecting someone, but also open. When I wake up.]

notarockharpist

After the hectic nature of her last couple of shifts, it was a little bit odd this week for Yasha to have to adjust to a slightly more sedate work pace today. Not that she expected it to last with a number of flower-related holidays coming up in the next couple of months, but it was nice to have a few minutes just to breathe.

And she was going to enjoy that; she hadn't had the time to spare to do much reading for the past month or so, and she had every intention of having fun with it, the few minutes at a time that she got to set aside for flipping through a chapter or two.

[OOC: This is all I got. Too busy repeatedly screaming and then dying. Open, though?]

notarockharpist

Yasha... really did not want to be at work today. Not this close to a holiday that she -- well, she didn't hate it exactly. Maybe saying she resented it on principle was a better description, but that wasn't entirely accurate, and either way it was one more thing to bottle up and keep to herself until the next time she needed to rage in a fight. (Definitely not an ideal way to cope, but see if she cared.)

But... the flowers were beautiful, she couldn't deny that, and every time she came across a new kind that she hadn't seen before she would either take one and press it between the pages of her book if she could or (if, for instance, there weren't any to spare once an arrangement was done) at the very least finding out what they were so she could try and get a hold of some for her own purposes later.

It wasn't that she didn't have a loved one who ought to get flowers from her, it was just... there were a lot of factors making that complicated.

Not that the air of melancholy around Yasha ever seemed to dissipate, but it was a little more potent than usual today. No, she wouldn't be talking about it.

[OOC: I'm very sorry about my poor emo barbarian. Open... after I wake up, of course. *crawls off to bed to recover from being repeatedly bludgeoned in the face by feels for both the Sentinel Babes tonight, aughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*]

notarockharpist

This year, Yasha was a little more prepared for the impending holiday, so while you couldn't say that she went into work prepared to handle a more hectic day of business than usual, she at least went in aware of and resigned to it. Still, she was a bit more snappish than usual on the phone with some of the more strident customers, and less enthusiastic than she might ordinarily be while giving people suggestions on what flowers they should choose.

Not that she found the entire idea of Valentine's Day off-putting -- she thought it was pretty sweet, actually -- but it was entirely too depressing, if you asked her. Which would not be a recommended course of action.

[OOC: Yes, I am fairly calm about reacting to this week's new canon. No, I do not expect that to be true of next week...]

notarockharpist

One of the perks of this job (beside the obvious flowers), Yasha had decided, was the books that Lucille kept loaning her. Every now and then, as a break from her other duties, she'd take a few minutes to herself and read a chapter or so. And these last few books... they were dark, yet somehow still beautiful, and she was fascinated by that.

(That seemed to appeal to her. For some reason.)

She'd worn the black flower crown that Liam had left outside her door a couple of weeks ago, sort of worked into her braids a bit along with a few small, delicate blue flowers that she'd just discovered were called "Storm Clouds."

That was appropriate, she felt.

Anyhow, as she usually did on Fridays, she got very engrossed in the arrangements she was making, which didn't make the phone calls that occasionally jolted her out of her creative haze and interrupted her work any more appealing to her socially-averse self. Phone calls were still the worst.

[OOC: Having real Feelings about a bit of a quote from this girl last night. Anyway, open.]

notarockharpist

Not that she planned to say so out loud to anyone, but Yasha really enjoyed her job -- or at least all the parts of it that didn't involve dealing with people. That was an unfortunate necessity, and she was resigned to it, but honestly? Most days, the rest of it more than made up for the anxiety-inducing part where she had to talk to people sometimes. She enjoyed the aroma of the tea that she brewed in the morning, the books she had a chance to read when things were slow, and of course the flowers -- all the color and fragrance and variety of them.

Being able to spend a good amount of her time working on floral arrangements was a huge plus, too, and more of a healing influence on her than she was probably even aware of: it absolutely floored her that for maybe the first time ever she was expected, even encouraged, to devote her energy and attention to creating something instead of being a destructive force -- not that she could quite put that into words, but she was aware of it on some subconscious level -- and she was grateful for that.

So she was especially engrossed in that aspect of her job today; she was confident enough in her abilities after a year here to get fairly elaborate with her designs, and as focused as she was on them she nearly missed several phone calls. Good thing that at her size, she could cover the ground between her seat and the phone in a couple of strides.

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

fh_extras

Right. Science and magic people were going to... science and magic this thing out of the air. In theory, it was a good plan, in that 'winging it by the seat of our pants' kind of way that Jesse was intimately familiar with. In practice, well, the streets of Fandom were currently a little on the deadly side.

So she dusted off the PA system sometime in the early afternoon.

"Hey, we think we've figured out how to stop this thing," she said, forcing her voice to stay steady (public speaking was the worst, okay, but she just needed a moment to remind herself she was the dir-- mayor here). "But we can use some cover while we do this. I need anybody who's willing to fight to come in to town hall and keep our people safe, okay? Thank you."

Click.

( In which people respond enthusiastically to the opportunity to beat shit up. )

notarockharpist

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.]

notarockharpist

So Yasha was back now. She'd gotten in very late last night, and sure, Beau had warned her about the weird time difference thing, but she was still pretty damn disoriented by how spending several months just... trying to find answers (without much success) translated to only about a month's absence here.

But she was supposed to be at work today, and she felt guilty about missing several weeks, so despite a nasty case of portal lag she'd come in at her scheduled time with a cardboard carton full of coffee. (Which was not quite what she'd meant when she'd asked for the biggest coffee they had at the Perk, but apparently her groggy, confused grumbling just added to her whole intimidating look and the poor barista had nearly had a panic attack, charged her for just a large cup of coffee, and given her this.)

The holiday-themed flowers fascinated her, though, and she soon forgot the worst of her tiredness in an intrigued haze of familiarizing herself with every single one of them.

[OOC: Guess who failed yet another wisdom save last night? THIS GIRL. AND ALSO MY OTHER ONE. *facepalm* -_-

...open, though I'll be in and out running errands for a bit.]

notarockharpist

A couple of cats had followed Yasha to work again today. She was resigned to it by now, really, because what was she going to do, stop feeding them just because they expected her to?

"Just please don't eat anything, okay?" she asked one of them, a round ball of energy and calico fur who immediately jumped up onto the counter and settled down where it could keep an eye on the entire shop but watch the front door at the same time. She reached up to scratch it around the ears gently and chuckled very quietly when it started headbutting her hand. "I mean, don't eat the flowers. I have treats for you, and I think you'd like those a lot better anyway."

The calico meowed and headbutted her hand a couple more times in a very aggressively affectionate way.

"Okay, I'm glad we agree on this. I think."

[OOC: Shop/post open!]

notarockharpist

Word might have gotten around the stray cats of Fandom that Yasha had a tendency to feed them, because a couple of them followed her all the way to work this morning, proceeded to trail her into the shop, and then kept swarming around her ankles.

"No, don't --" She sighed and crouched down to pet them as soon as she'd gotten everything ready and turned the sign to OPEN. "You're a lot smaller than me, and I don't want to step on you, okay? Please?"

They meowed in unison, one tiny almost chirping sound and one deeper and more guttural, tails up in the air and waving back and forth eagerly.

"Yes, I'll feed you," she said, and pulled a small bag of cat food out of her belt pouch (because apparently that was a thing she carried around now) so she could pour some onto a paper plate and set it out for them.

"Just ... please don't eat any of the flowers, okay?"

She was going to take their contented little eating noises as a signal that they'd agreed.

[OOC: Shop/post open, with SP likely due to me screaming forever.]

notarockharpist

The first interaction Yasha had with another person after she got to work in the morning went well.

"Oh wow," said the delivery person who'd come to pick up some outgoing shipments, who was not the usual delivery person and was staring wide-eyed at her. "You -- is that a costume?"

"No," Yasha said slowly, frowning and unaware that in the flickering light coming from the carved pumpkins that had just been here when she arrived the expression looked especially ominous. Gesturing toward her face didn't help with that, since she'd meant for it to be emphatic, not easily mistaken for aggressive. "It's -- this is just how I look."

"Oh," squeaked the hapless delivery person who was almost visibly sweating now, cautiously edging toward the pile of packages designated for pickup. "Well, it... Ithinkyoufittheholidaythemeperfectlyokaybye."

They were out the door a second later, without another word, and Yasha just watched the door shut with a little sigh. She was used to that kind of thing, but still. Sigh.

[OOC: Yes hi I will be screaming about this for a week.]

notarockharpist

Sure, she'd spilled some potting soil and had to clean it up shortly after arriving this moning, but Yasha could have sworn she'd put the broom away immediately afterward.

Except here it was, leaning against the counter in front of her, so she picked it up and went to put it away -- next to the broom that she had, in fact, put away after sweeping up the potting soil. When she turned around again there was another one on the counter beside the register, and with a sigh she just propped it up in the corner and out of her way so she could work on other things like stumbling her way through a couple of phone orders (hooray for 7 charisma) and trying to work on an arrangement that involved some cute little jack o'lantern ornaments and --

She was sure there hadn't been miniature brooms mixed in with them when she put them out on the counter. And yet.

Looked like they were going to be incorporated in whatever final design she ended up with.

notarockharpist

Yasha supposed she ought to be more interested in the Halloween-themed flowers, especially since here was a holiday that actually, finally matched her aesthetic. And to be fair, she was fairly fascinated by them, and dutifully working up some new arrangements for the occasion. Or at least, her best understanding of the occasion, which was incredibly shaky since Beau had been no help at all in explaining it to her and she was mostly working off of a vague, general idea of 'scary things, gourds, and also candy for some reason.'

So yes, she was doing her work, and doing a passable job of it, but there was a mug of hot cocoa on the counter that she would swear hadn't been there before she'd gotten started on brewing the tea for the day. A mug of hot cocoa that, upon closer inspection, contained just two marshmallows that were stuck pretty firmly together.

It really had no business being as interesting as it was, and she was struck by the sudden urge to take a picture of it and send it to Jester and ask if she had anything to do with it, but Jester didn't have a phone for her to send it to anyway, so Yasha guessed that wasn't an option after all.

That mystery cocoa was going to bother her all day, though not enough to keep her from taking the occasional sip as she worked.

[OOC: Look, I had to. Also, LOOK AT THIS AWKWARD DOOFUS.]

notarockharpist

Jester was determined to draw the entire island in her sketchbook if she could get away with it, and neither Yasha nor Beau's offers to get her a phone just so she could take pictures of all of it had convinced her in the slightest -- something about the drawings being her way of communing with the Traveler, which Yasha could respect, even if it was a little weird to her given that the Stormlord only talked to her through cryptic visions and, well, storms.

Also, as Beau had pointed out, Jester needed to be able to leave her little Traveler pamphlets and dick drawings everywhere. And Jester was determined to spend as much time with both of them as possible this weekend, so despite some reluctance on Yasha's part, she'd accompanied them on a long, meandering tour around the town this afternoon so they could do just that, and now they'd come up here to take a break and enjoy the view.

It wasn't so bad, she decided, taking a seat a little bit away from Jester and Beau as the two of them plotted out some scheme for Jester to rope Nott into, so they could prank Caleb and Fjord when she got home, and debating whether they could talk Caduceus into helping out with it. Being sort of adjacent to that group, even if she wasn't really a part of it -- it wasn't so bad.

[OOC: Last episode gave me so many found family feels I have to cope with them somehow, but open for SP if you want, I guess.]

notallbluemonks

It had started out as just Beau deciding that Jester absolutely had to have the full Chilly Boulder ice cream experience while she was here, and that meant getting the Skywalker special. They'd gamely tried to polish it off between the two of them and were nowhere near looking like they'd be able to manage that.

"Let's get Yasha," Jester suggested about a quarter of the way into the gigantic ice cream monstrosity. "Maybe she can help with this."

Beau snickered. "What is she gonna do, like, rage-eat?"

Jester smothered a little snicker of her own with a mouthful of rainbow sherbet. "Maybe? That might be cool."

"Yeah, not gonna lie, I kinda want to see that," Beau agreed, jabbing her spoon into a scoop of something that looked like chocolate with way too many things mixed into it. "Plus, you know, it's like ... ice cream. Not really sure if that's something she's -- do they have ice cream in Xhorhas?"

"Mmm, no idea." Xhorhas was literally that much of an enigma to all of western Wynandir. Jester raised both hands in a broad, exaggerated shrug. "Do you want me to --"

"No, I'll do it," Beau interrupted, pulling out her phone and starting to punch in a text message. "Don't burn any spells if you don't have to." Because ... the island might get invaded all of a sudden, and then Jester might need that third level spell slot or something. Sure.

As they discovered shortly after Yasha arrived, rage-eating wasn't actually a thing barbarians could do, but even without that Yasha did a pretty good job of helping them make serious inroads into the ludicrously gigantic ice cream dish.

Which was ... a lot of sugar, in the end, even if they didn't quite finish it.

The upshot of which was that now, Beau was sitting at their sidewalk table with her phone out to record full video, whooping very loud and obnoxious encouragement as a five-foot-three blue tiefling in a cute little dress ran up and down the street in front of the shop giving a piggyback ride to an extremely pale woman with a giant sword who had at least eight inches of height and a pretty good amount of muscle mass on her.

It was, uh. Quite the sight, probably.

[OOC: Jester (the second strongest, second smallest member of the Mighty Nein) giving Yasha (the strongest) a piggyback ride is 100% canon and I love it. Up early because if I put it off until I wake up it's never gonna get posted. I know me. But hey, 3/7 of the M9 are in the house, so open! ~~YES I EDITED WHEN I REALIZED I GOOFED ON HEIGHTS SHUT UP.~~]

notarockharpist

It wasn't that Yasha was unused to getting one of Jester's magical Sending messages by now, it was just that ... Jester barged gleefully right into one of those messages like the Kool-Aid man busting through a wall, and there was nothing you could do to soften the surprise factor.

So when she got to work and paused, fully frozen in place for about two seconds with one foot raised to step over the doorjamb and into the shop, it was because she was on the receiving end of one of those messages.

Yashaaaaaaa! Jester's familiar, excited voice popped into her head. I’m coming to visit you guys! I ran out of spells yesterday or I would have told you already. Anyway, I’ll be there really --

She never could decide if Jester just hadn't gotten the hang of counting 25 words or less, or if she just got so carried away that she couldn't be bothered to care about things like spells with word limits, but it did get a tiny grin out of her for just a second. It was Jester; she couldn't help being endearing to pretty much everybody.

Even if she actually had no idea when to expect Jester to show up. Details.

I'm at work right now, she thought back. At the flower shop. I mean, if you're showing up today, before we close.

It wasn't enough to dispel the general air of melancholy that always hung about her, but said air of melancholy did seem ... a very tiny bit lighter overall today, especially every time she glanced toward the door as if she was expecting someone to show up.

[OOC: Open! I may have to scream at you about things that went down with my girls on last night's stream, though. FAIR WARNING.

Also fair warning: there is a brief narrative reference to past torture downthread.]

notarockharpist

Yasha had run off for the past few days, off on one of the mysterious disappearances she was prone to (and that the Stormlord had actually allowed her to get off-island to make, for the first time in a little while), and come back this morning just in time to find herself something for breakfast before coming in to work.

After she got to the shop she discovered that it was, for the most part, a rather ordinary day -- the tea to brew and set up, some orders to sort out, a few phone calls to awkwardly stumble through until all she wanted to do was retreat back into the corner and work with the flowers because at least they wouldn't somehow manage to make her feel like they were staring at her from the other end of the phone line.

Nothing particularly out of the ordinary. Except for a new arrival, some kind of flowering vine plant with a light scent she found soothing enough that she kept the pot close at hand while she tinkered with wire and moss and various other flowers. It seemed to like her, and maybe she should have been slightly concerned about that, but ...

Well, it smelled nice, and every now and then it would reach out with its tendrils to sort of snake around her arm and almost ... hug her, which she didn't mind the way she would if it had been an actual person trying to do that. As long as it didn't try to trip her up while she was working, this was an arrangement -- ha -- she could live with.

[OOC: Not to say that Yasha hasn't had her run-ins with flowers she's actually had to make -- and fail -- wisdom saves against but ... this one's fine. Just a little bit of a shout-out to the new sleeve tattoo bb angel girl got this week ~~UGH MY FEELINGS YET AGAIN~~. Shop/post open, likely SP, etc. etc. etc.]

notarockharpist

When Yasha stopped to get something for breakfast on her way in this morning, the (somewhat intimidated) employee at J,GoB handed her, as a bonus, a small paper bag containing what turned out to be a doughnut glazed in bright pink (which made Yasha side eye him a bit, because did she look like someone who was into bright colors?) sprinkled with black sesame seeds and topped with an orchid that he assured her was edible.

She kind of felt seen, but all the same, what would give anyone the idea that she would eat a flower?

... it turned out to be delicious, though. Except she felt a bit guilty about eating it in the presence of the shop plants, so ... she was just going to spend the rest of the day tending to them with extra care, like she had to make up for it.

[OOC: Shop/post open! Apparently the problem with posting on Fridays is that I'm all emotionally pummeled from CR the night before? Because I am just wallowing in the Found Family Feels today. Also, OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

*ahem*

I'M FINE. REALLY. ]

throughaphase

Of course Kitty had been exactly the kind of kid who tried testing her boundaries her first year or so at the X Mansion, which had meant going to a couple midnight movie showings dressed in ways she absolutely should not have been allowed out in. That phase had also died pretty quickly once she realized that no one was going to yell at her for it, but it had still been fun.

And since last week had sucked, it was the perfect time for her and Tony to throw a ~~Rocky Horror Picture Show~~ Petey Scifi Talky Picture showing and give people the chance to let loose a little.

There was an "Enter at your own risk" sign on the front door, the back room had been done up in a lot of red, and there was a very good chance you needed a party today.

[OCD is up, all are welcome. Party on, Wayne.]

notarockharpist

Yasha was ... exhausted, to say the very least, and by this point in the week she was just approaching everything with the resignation of someone who figured she deserved what she was getting, anyway. She set about getting the tea prepared for the day and the shop otherwise ready to open, maybe scowling just a bit more than usual.

Occasionally, when the onslaught of amplified memories got to be too much, she might -- having discovered this little trick by accident the day before -- reach out and touch a pair of shears or a roll of floral tape, some object close at hand, and turn it into a localized source of magical light for the next hour.

If that just happened to catch a Night Mare in time for her to at least punch it before it ran off, she'd take the brief moment of satisfaction.

[OOC: Shop/post open. Free gift of trauma with every purchase today!]

thatwaslucky

Yesterday had sucked. Today wasn't starting out much better.

Rey had slept more or less out of exhaustion, waking up after nightmares somehow feeling even more exhausted. And she still felt that thing around her, even if she hadn't managed to catch it again. She knew it was there. She didn't know what to do about it, had no idea whether or not her own powers were part of what was happening, and she was starting to realize how much of everyone else's emotions she was picking up. This was super fun.

So since she was up ungodly early again, she'd gone to the warehouse to work it out. It was early enough that the woodchucks weren't a problem yet, giving her a chance to really throw herself into the obstacle course. Because that was what today was gonna be, apparently.

[Expecting one but open!]

notarockharpist

Among the deliveries that had arrived this morning were several bunches of lobelia, some clusters of nemesia, and some delphiniums: those, as it turned out, were the ones Yasha was particularly drawn to.

And now that the tea was made and the usual morning chores were done, Yasha was settled behind the counter with a vase and some wire and an assortment of small, delicate flowers in blue and white. Her book on etiquette was laid out on the counter beside her, a few of each of those flowers now being pressed between its pages, and she was entirely lost in the process of arranging them in whichever way struck her fancy. It wasn't a particularly planned-out arrangement; she was just winging the whole thing, really. And occasionally braiding one or two less-than-suitable blossoms into her own hair.

It would be a bit of a stretch to say she seemed happy, or even content, but ... she was peacefully enthralled.

[OOC: Open! Also, I have once again been bludgeoned with ample Thursday Night Yasha Feels and LOOK AT ME UGLY CRYING FOREVER NOW.

hatesparadise

It had been a normal, peaceful morning that was so early it was practically the night before still. If one wanted to be specific. Or if they were still constrained by the tyrant of time.

Then a piercing noise sounded throughout the building as a fire alarm went off.

Because why get a good night's sleep when you could be dragged out of bed to wait on the tiny, under-worked Fandom Fire Department to come make sure everything was fine?

[Open! Make those threads messy!]

notarockharpist

It wasn't even anything, really.

Just a tiny little tin flowerpot that got knocked off a shelf, possibly due to the chorus of softly singing, swaying flowers around it, that hit the ground with a clatter that startled the floral choir into momentary silence.

They started up with the music again a second or two later, seemingly unshaken, but Yasha, for some reason, had found the noise disproportionately unnerving.

She'd just be carefully avoiding that section of the shop for the rest of the day, thank you, and making sure to stay within sight of her sword at all times. Damned if she could explain why, and the way she kept frowning in the flowerpot's direction made it seem like she was annoyed with it more than anything, but ... unnerving.

[OOC: ... Yasha ilu bb but can you please stop getting possessed and/or mind-controlled please ~~but at least you didn't try to kill Beau this time so there's that~~ ...

I mean, open!]

notarockharpist

Last week's shark fishing escapades had been fun, but to tell the truth if Liam hadn't shown up to join them them Yasha would have found some excuse to leave hours earlier, because being around Beau for any significant length of time was still awkward. Easier around the Mighty Nein, where Nott and Jester could always be relied on to do something boisterous and distracting, and Fjord's good-natured mortification at their antics was entertainment in itself. Or Caleb, who was always glad to lend her Frumpkin to pet, or Molly --

A sudden sensation of something yanking at the cuff of her pants leg caught Yasha's attention before it could head down that morose path, and she looked downward with a half-contained snarl only to find that the stray kitten she'd stopped to feed on her way to the shop had been trailing along after her ever since.

"How did I not notice you?" asked Yasha in a small, awe-filled voice as the little calico kitten tried to climb her boot. (How? Because her passive perception was terrible, that was how.)

There went her plans to spend the afternoon fiddling around with a couple of ideas she'd had for new floral arrangements -- so odds were good that if you happened to look into the flower shop today you'd just see Yasha, all six-ish goth-looking muscled feet of her, cuddling a kitten small enough to fit in the palm of one of her hands.

"Make that sound, the one --" She almost smiled when the kitten started purring. Almost sounded content, if not happy. "That's it, yeah."

Not going to be her most productive work day, but for good enough reason, right?

[OOC: Yes hello I am having Feelings about Yasha being a big ol' softie tonight. Open, usual SP disclaimers apply.]

notarockharpist

Yasha tended to prefer sleeping outside most nights anyway, despite, or maybe because of, how comfortable the bed in her hotel room was. So after the night's shark catching shenanigans with Beau she'd just headed back toward the hotel and then on her way there found a tree in the park that looked like a good place to sleep. For a couple of hours, anyway, and then when she was woken by one of the new arrivals just headed right to work.

Stopping to pick flowers along the way and put them in her book, of course, because a lot of new varieties in a lot of interesting colors had been cropping up this week.

She was definitely glad to avail herself of the tea she prepared first thing when she got to the shop, and to rearrange the pressed flowers in her book a little more neatly in between all the other things she had to do.

[OOC: lol I had a whole actual post written up and forgot to actually post it before leaving the house. In my defense I am still gleefully flailing about Things that happened with my girls on CR last night. Open, if subject to SP!]

notarockharpist

There was a bright blue workbench set up right there on the sand, along with several bundles each of tree branches and softwood, a couple of piles of stones and iron nuggets, a bunch of little red boxes that somehow managed to hold entire flimsy fishing rods and shovels, and ... about 200 bags of fish bait.

This was what happened when both Yasha and Beau discovered that you could, in fact, catch sharks: they'd immediately staked out a stretch of the beach and stocked up on whatever they needed to settle in for a nice, long bout of fishing.

Every so often Beau would start to get irritated by throwing a dozen pieces of bait into the water and only attracting -- judging from the size of the shadows visible from the surface, anyway -- small fish, so she'd swap out her fishing rod for one of the shovels, run up and down the beach digging up enough clams to fill her (still ridiculously voluminous) pockets, then spend time at the workbench furiously crafting them into more bait. And inevitably, every time she did that, Yasha would manage to catch at least two sharks, maybe a mahi mahi, and on one occasion an ocean sunfish.

"Dude, what the fuck," Beau blurted out, unable to keep from laughing at the ludicrous spectacle of Yasha standing behind a giant, confused-looking fish, only her feet visible. "Don't even tell me that shit fits in your --"

Yasha immediately shoved it into her pocket. Because why not.

"Yasha! Hey, Yasha!" yelled Beau, who had both hands on her fishing rod as whatever had taken the bait was putting up a hell of a fight. "Check it out, I got a -- THAR SHE BLOWS! I caught a whale shark! I'm tellin' ya, it was thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis big!"

It was going to be that kind of night, yeah.

[OOC: Thursday evening seems to be a good time for some Mighty Nein dumbass shenanigans. For some reason. Open, if you want to go shark fishing with the Sentinel Babes!

Also, I am not saying this is what I spent the entirety of last weekend doing. But. It was.]

notarockharpist

Yasha had been very carefully rationing out the pastries Jester had sent to her, and she was nibbling on some kind of frosted cinnamon bun as she came in this morning and started preparing the tea.

That done, she got to work on her latest idea for an arrangement -- she was feeling comfortable enough to get a little bit elaborate with them now -- in between bouts of what was probably going to be an entire day of playing phone tag with a supplier. Good thing she found working with the flowers soothing; the phone tag might have been frustrating enough to make her go into a rage otherwise.

Which would not have been terribly productive, but it might have made her feel better. For a little while, anyway.

[OOC: ... I got nothing, but open.]

notarockharpist

Yasha had dreamt about being a farmer last night, which had been an oddly specific and detailed sort of dream for someone who'd grown up in the middle of a vast swath of mud and marshes, and she honestly couldn't account for how many different kinds of crops she'd known to grow since she hadn't really seen a vast variety of plant life until leaving Xhorhas. (Leaving. Running away from. Not that much of a difference, right?)

The part where she'd been fighting monsters in a cave had made more sense, at least. Except for how she'd apaprently been compelled to break every single rock she came across to see what was inside.

She'd had a lot of flowers on that farm, too, and that part made her ... well, it didn't make her smile, but it did somewhat lighten the severity of her usual wary scowl into something closer to just serious and contemplative, as she worked on the new idea she'd had for a floral arrangement.

[OOC: Listen, Stardew Valley is about the limit of what I can manage right now, I may have started a new playthrough, DON'T JUDGE ME FOR MY CHARACTER CREATION CHOICES.

... open, though!]

notarockharpist

Yasha had one of the cinnamon bear claws that Jester had sent when she arrived this morning, and she was nibbling away at it very slowly; she'd gotten two dozen pastries, but she was trying to stretch those out to last as long as possible. Though probably without getting stale or moldy like some of the baked goods that Jester tended to keep in her bright pink magical haversack for much longer than they should be kept.

She was still a little bit hesitant when it came to preparing the tea, but she was doing better at that now than she had been when she first started here, at least; when that was done, she focused her attention on the pallet of potting soil and peat moss that had been delivered just as she was getting to work. Those needed to be put away -- which she was doing with slightly ridiculous amounts of ease, picking up two or three sacks at a time and carrying them into the back with no more effort than it might take to pick up a ream or two of paper.

And the sooner she got that done, the sooner she could settle in with her book and her pastries and just sort of lose herself for a little while.

[OOC: I am going to be at work with nothing to do. Please save me.]

thatwaslucky

Rey had maybe sort of figured it out.

Last week had been has been helpful in getting in the right mindset to do maybe everything, and she was feeling more hopeful about her place in all of this than she had in a while. So she'd sat down on the floor to meditate before Anakin got here, trying to get back to that a little

It was easier without the woodchucks at the other end of the warehouse. Meditation usually involved less frowning, usually.

[Open!]

notarockharpist

Yasha wasn't sure why there were so many books and magazines just lying around for the reading of late, but she certainly wasn't complaining; she'd read so many interesting things already this week, and that didn't show any signs of winding down any time soon.

She wasn't picky about what she read, either, and wasn't especially ashamed of the fact that, at present, she was engrossed in an illustrated book of fairy tales for children.

It wasn't a bad way to spend a work day, really.

[OOC: Shop/post open! Less SP than usual, but it's still probably gonna happen.]

notarockharpist

Early in the morning, which was to say very shortly after she arrived at the shop, Yasha found herself taking delivery of a small shipment of flowers that looked for all the world like colorful little umbrellas.

"But -- I don't think we were expecting these?"

The delivery person shrugged. "Hey, I didn't order 'em. Ask your supplier; I'm just the one who brings 'em from there to here, y'know?"

"... sure," a somewhat beleaguered Yasha said finally, and just signed for the delivery and took it. The delivery person looked nervous and like they just wanted to get out of there before she bit their head off or something, which wasn't about to happen but Yasha figured it was easier for her to just give them the relief of getting out of her presence than it was for her to try and reassure them that she wasn't going to try to snap them in half or anything. That never really went well, and half the time just made things worse.

And now she was trying to look up what kinds of flowers these were, because she'd never heard of or seen them before anywhere, and not having much luck there.

But they were pretty, and came in a nice variety of different colors, so regardless of what they were, Yasha was just going to start using them as the main component of a few new arrangements. She was getting better at that than she was at making tea, anyway.

[OOC: I just made those up because of the date. The only really umbrella-shaped flora I could find in a quick search were mushrooms. But they were pretty. Open, though!]

notarockharpist

Yasha hadn't intended to go out today and end up with ice cream, for the record; she'd just been out wandering around the town when she realized an older ~~NPC~~ man kept eyeing her with nervous suspicion, from the other side of the street. And, well, she was used to people giving her that sort of look, but she didn't especially enjoy it.

So, rather than pretend to ignore that apprehensive look any longer, she just ducked into the nearest store entrance to get out of his line of sight, not paying any attention to the sign, and ended up startling the poor employee behind the counter badly with her abrupt entrance. Combined with ... yeah. It was probably the part where a tall musclebound woman carrying a giant sword had come barging through the front door, without preamble and with a slightly frantic expression on her face, that had done that. Then in her efforts to keep him from freaking out and also sort of apologize for scaring him in the first place, Yasha finally blurted out, "Listen, what's the biggest, weirdest thing on your menu? Just -- just give me that. Please? Okay."

... which was how she came to be sitting here, staring at the Skywalker Special in front of her, sampling a little bit of each flavor, and kind of wishing Jester could be here to appreciate this giant sugary monument. She was going to get pictures of it, at least, now that she had the hang of using the camera on her phone. Not that she knew how to actually get them to Jester short of turning up in person, but trying to puzzle out how she'd make that work should keep her thoughts nice and occupied for a while, right?

[OOC: ... idk. Still trying to, like, jumpstart myself, I guess? Post open, usual SP disclaimers apply.]

notarockharpist

Yasha didn't mind the relative quiet this week, not at all. She was comfortable being alone, after all, and with less people around she didn't really have to worry as much about having to figure out how to interact with them.

So really, she was mostly content to spend her down time sitting behind the counter silently with a book, the flowers singing a choral arrangement of something soft and relaxing to her as she read.

[OOC: Open, although my existence is still a largely mythical concept this week and also OH BOY DID THINGS HAPPEN in last night's episode and I'm not recovered from that so the SP, it will be sloooooooow. But here, look at this awkward doofus being terrible at flirting oh god I'm so happy about that. :D]

notarockharpist

Today started off almost immediately with Yasha on the phone with a supplier who was calling about a delayed shipment and mildly frantic about it, and therefore not terribly coherent about the whole situation. Something about ... a portal glitch, and half the shipment making it through from its dimension of origin while the other half had ended up somewhere else entirely, and they weren't sure where?

Sure, leave her to have to try and sort through interdimensional transport and shipping logistics. She was so qualified for that kind of thing. That really didn't go well, at least not until she tried to talk the shipping company into handling things and ended up accidentally intimidating them into it instead.

Whoops? But it had worked, at least.

And on top of that, there was a new batch of snapdragons that she'd had to carry into the cooler (very easily, yes, she was really fucking strong) and then had to make sure to keep away from all the other plants, because, well. They lived up to their name. She even had a few new scrapes and cuts on her arms to show for it.

Not that she minded! They were still very pretty. And she'd been chewed on by far worse, anyway.

[OOC: Am I over how there's already fanart of my girls (and Jester) rocking formal evening wear last night, and their outfits? No. No, I am not. I am home sick today, so there's at least a different reason for my probable SP. :P]

notarockharpist

Yasha still hadn't been able to make her way off the island, and she was beginning to get frustrated by it. No, never mind that, she was already definitely frustrated by it. She'd take this kind of frustration over the previous week's, but there was still a persistent itch that felt like it was just beneath her skin and it was making her just a little bit twitchy.

Okay, more than a little bit twitchy.

Finally, in a fit of ~~failing a wisdom check with a low DC because that happens a lot when you have a negative modifier~~ exasperation she called Beau (she was still getting the hang of text messages, and could never remember where the messaging app was in the first place) to see if she'd be up to sparring for a bit. The answer was, unsurprisingly, yes ... or "hell fucking yeah," to be more accurate.

So they'd picked out a stretch of the beach -- the sand would slow them down, but theoretically in the long run it would work out to their benefit ~~when they got that unarmored speed improvement in three levels~~, and the area was generously scattered with rocks just to make things interesting. It wasn't the first time they'd gone up against each other before, but as Beau had pointed out, for once it wasn't because one of them had gotten hit with a charm effect, so that would be new.

Anyway, it was a good bout: back and forth, just about evenly matched as always, Beau making up with agility and precision for where Yasha had her outmatched in terms of sheer brute force. Despite Beau's best efforts to talk her into it, Yasha had opted to not go into a battle rage, reminding her that they weren't trying to kill each other here and she'd really rather not accidentally carve Beau into pieces because she had a really fucking huge sword. Besides, if she'd been raging, she couldn't really enjoy this.

... which was a bit of a mixed result, really, but still.

[OOC: Just trying to shake myself out of a slump here, really, but can be open for either/both of them, if you don't mind me being suuuuuuuuper slow today.]

notarockharpist

This week was ... definitely not like last week, in terms of both business and personal comfort level, and while Yasha was absurdly, profoundly grateful for that she also found that being too busy to dwell very much on her own thoughts had been a relief in itself. She missed it, in a way.

She'd gotten an order almost first thing this morning for a floral wreath centerpiece that someone wanted for a party they were having. It was an opportunity to get a little bit more advanced with her flower arrangement technique, and so she'd be spending a good portion of her day twisting bits of wire into various shapes. Bare-handed, because who needed the help of pliers, anyway? This was easy.

That was followed up by sticking various flowers and bits of foliage into the resulting wreath shape, and then experimenting with some battery operated candle lights to add a little extra something to the design.

It was a work in progress, but ... well, it was coming along. Slowly.

[OOC: ... you don't even know how much I wish it had been established as canon last week that this girl goes commando. Anyway, shop and post are open, although who even knows what kind of SP might ensue. What the hell even has my week been.]

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