Goodvalor's Little Bivoli, Friday

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After last night's conversation in the common room, Toby figured today's special was kind of obvious. It helped that it was one of the few dishes he could actually manage to make himself by this point.


TODAY'S SPECIAL:
TARSH MAXER


He'd also noticed a HELP WANTED sign hanging around, so he put that out too. Though if anyone actually came by looking for a job, he'd tell them to come back when Zayne was around.

[ooc: wtf I thought I'd posted this hours ago.]

Atlas Gym, Friday

[so_hawkward]

The good news was, the weather in Fandom wasn't as deathly hot as it had been over the last few weeks. The bad news was, it was still warm enough that the gym's air conditioning being on the fritz was making things a little uncomfortable. Clint had his shirt draped around his neck, and a portable fan blowing at him while he sat on hold and waited to talk to someone to come out and fix whatever was wrong. He didn't like having to sit still, but he knew the moment he moved would be the moment a human being finally picked up, and he'd had all the frustration he could handle for a little while.

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