Having once again returned from an unexplained and possibly pleasant except for the werewolves absence, Zhaan was puttering around the shop, dusting a little. Batou had no brain for dusting, apparently, and had given her a rather puzzled look when she'd asked if he had ( Read more... )

The evening air wasn't especially cold--not to someone who could adjust her internal temperature. Yet, Zhaan still felt the breeze as brisk as it was. With the door open, she let the wind dance into the shop, swirling around and freshening everything with its touch ( Read more... )

Having spent two weeks in Paris stealing the Mona Lisa, then discovering it was a fake and putting it back, Zhaan was feeling well-rested. So well-rested she was tipped back on her favorite stool, with her feet propped on the counter while she read a graphic novel called "The Ascendancy: Broken Realities".

*wanders off to find breakfast* *pauses ( Read more... )

Zhaan was sprawled (if you could be sprawled on a stool), her feet propped up on the counter, and her body tipped back and leaning companionably into the wall. With her bare toes occasionally bobbing to the music, she was utterly engrossed in a novel.

It was possible that A Suitable Vengeance wasn't her normal fare for reading, but the mystery and ( Read more... )

It had been one of those strange weeks. With the whole of America seeming to plan on shutting down for the latter half of it, Zhaan had found that every call she made regarding the still unpaid invoices meant leaving messages. As frustrating as that was, she now had documentation to prove she was attempting what was required of her ( Read more... )

Having had a very stern conversation with her accountant several days before, Zhaan had been rather busy with a stack of invoices that needed to be considered and either paid or refused. Several of them didn't even seem to belong to her, and tracking down just why invoices for 'pod erectors' had been sent to her rather than to somewhere in New ( Read more... )

In an unprecedented move, Zhaan opened the shop when the sun began climbing the sky.

The perspective of being there with the light at a different angle was a novelty which quickly wore off, and she set to making plans for piracy for talking to her accountant.

[I am off to work, but can answer via email. tgif, baby.]

After spending the afternoon taking cuttings and talking to her plants, Zhaan settled into the shop to prepare several of the piles for drying. Carefully bundling some and flattening others, she worked with music playing in the background ( Read more... )

Perhaps she should have opened the shop earlier, but Zhaan was distracted by the never-ending rain. (srsly. We haven't seen sunlight since Tuesday. SEND HELP.) While her garden would survive the deluge, she wasn't particularly fond of being soaked to the skin. It was easier to simply meditate in her room ( Read more... )

After yesterday, Luke realized that he needed reinforcements. He still hadn't exactly told Lorelai the truth about where all the small children had come from because he didn't need her totally freaking out over Rory and all the kids he had seen yesterday seemed perfectly fine ( Read more... )