Fixer Uppers; Monday [ 07/11 ].

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Butters certainly wasn't going to let a little thing like not having hands stop him from trying to build and invent cool things at work today! No sirree! It would just take a little more ingenuity, that's all, and a lot of tools in his mouth and a slowly building pile of things randomly put together in curious ways on the counter.

It was a good thing Butters wouldn't mind explaining what each of them were, because it was unlikely that anyone would ever be able to take a guess and get it right.

Fixer Uppers is open!

Cafe Luke's, Monday

[gastronomistic]

Never let it be said that Vincent couldn't roll with the punches. Yes, he was a pony. No, he had no idea how that was even possible, but he'd watched Jack turn into a dog not that long ago, and his doctorate was in molecular gastronomy, not biology or gene manipulation, so who knew?

And he was never one to turn down a good theme day.

Today's specials
Lemongrass stirfry with sprouts
Maple and brown sugar oatmeal
Wheatgrass smoothies

Vincent wasn't one to let a little thing like lack of hands to stop him from cooking, either.

Luke's was open.

Devil's Nest [Monday evening]

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A sad, sober pony clomped his way into the club. No thumbs meant no rum for two days, and the squirrels were being amazingly unhelpful in quenching poor Jack's thirst.

He ponied (heh) up behind the bar, though how he'd be able to serve anything would remain a mystery for the ages.

The Devil's Nest was open.

Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Karla's pony magic was getting quite the workout today. Bart was still dashing through the store, slamming into things and knocking displays over, and if that weren't bad enough, the store's layout hadn't exactly been designed with ponies in mind. And since neither of the normally-people in the store were currently gifted with opposable thumbs, it meant every time something went clattering over, Karla had to use magic to pick it back up.

Crash!

It was going to be a long shift.

The Gig, Monday Afternoon

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After classes, and still a pony, Angelica had galloped down to the Gig. It took some doing to get the stable doors open without hands, but it was worth it to run around with the horses. They were still a little confused by the bright yellow pony with the red mane, but they weren't going to complain.

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Monday

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Cable had been on this island for over four years now.

He'd been a pony before. And last time, Jan had been small enough that finding out she could suddenly walk (courtesy of being a foal) had been a shock and a danger. Right now, the danger was a lot less pressing.

Jan, in fact, was merrily trotting up and down the aisle of Wellspring, with Tether and Max dutifully following her around.

She was probably going to have a very warped sense of what normality was like, when she grew up. But as far as Cable was concerned, that wasn't a bad thing in the slightest.

(Now he just needed to figure out a good way to wield a gun while he had hooves...)

[[ open, no ocd! ]]

Cabot and Associates, Monday

[heromaniac]

It had totally taken forever, but Momoko had finally managed to feed Moshi and get out of the dorm and in to work. She wasn't sure what she could do at the office, but she was there!

Oooooh! She could pick up papers with her hooves! Oops. And knock them off a desk with an over-excited tail flick and a small dance of YAY.

Well, now she had files to reconstruct?

Anyone coming into Cabot's today was sure to get a lot of horse-sense, but not much legal assistance... It would probably be a better idea to just call and leave a message on the machine.




[Cabot and Associates is finally open, if late.]

The Perk, Monday Afternoon

[stars_and_money]

Jeremy wasn't a pony. Jeremy also hadn't yet had the chance to show off his new Regency-style white shirt with a slight ruffle in the front. Both these things contributed to him making his way out into town and into the Perk for a coffee. He was feeling quite the bohemian dandy with his shirt and the his unbuttoned vest and everything, and it was a good day, even if he only rarely had days that weren't.

He parked his butt at a table by the window, to peoplewatch – and ponywatch. And maybe he'd even help caffeine-starved ponies by holding the door open for them. And he wouldn't even gloat about still being humanshaped. Jeremy was a nice guy like that.

Which was good because he was due for an animal transformation of his own tomorrow. Not that he knew that yet. Right now, all he knew was that he had good coffee and a sunny mood.

[ooc: Open place in town is open!]