The Park, Thursday Morning

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

So, whoever had decided that April's class should be scheduled for first period was a very cruel person (April suspected the moose), but by week three, there wasn't really anything that could be done about that, try as she might to complain. So this morning, she was trudging to work with her usual expression of intense apathy as per usual when all of a sudden, a plastic red ball just sort of -- fell from the sky into her hands.

"The hell?"

Suspiciously, April slowly pressed down on the button in the center to release the lid. Which revealed a tiny pit bull puppy, three-legged but adorable, panting happily up at her.

"What."

Was the island messing with her? Okay, stupid question, of course it was.

"You're cute," April informed the puppy reluctantly, but she couldn't keep from grinning at it a little. "Shut up."

[[open! this is up early because... i can't sleep. so.]]

The preserve- Thursday morning

[throughaphase]

Kitty had planned on starting the day with a run through the preserve. She hadn't planned on stumbling upon one of those ball things and opening it up to find a little cocker spaniel puppy who, after deciding Kitty was his new best friend via cuddles, made himself her new running partner.

She kept having to look back to see him tripping on his own legs every once in a while, or trying to climb over something that took him a minute because he was little. "No pain, no gain, little guy," she told him, waiting for him to maneuver his way over a branch.

So not a lot of running was getting done, but it was much cuter this way.


[Second verse same as the first. Open, some SP!]

The Beach, Thursday Morning

[fewer_explosions]

Liara had settled here, at least for some time. But that had not made her less set on making her way back home.

It was a beautiful day outside, and she had heard that it might not be long before autumn set in and the temperatures fell sharply. Perfect excuse, then, to take the book on inter-dimensional physics she had found with her to the beach. She strolled around for a while, until it became obvious there was no designated place to sit-- and settled on a rock instead.

Then she took the book out of her backpack and studied the cover. Soon enough, she was reading.

And then the Pokeballs started falling.

[[ open! again with the up early due to work ]]

Groovy Tunes, Thursday

[wasthecuteone]

Petra was at work today yeah I know it's been forever I suck, but let's be real, not much work was getting done. Instead, she was sitting in the middle of the floor, playing with her new puppy and kitten friends and telling them all how fuzzy and cute they were in completely ridiculous tones and vocabulary.

She regretted nothing.

Groovy Tunes? Open.

Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Thursday

[godofxbox]

Alex had been suspicious of the balls falling from the sky at first, but then he realized what they contained and relaxed. He wasn't going to completely freak out about adorable animals or whatever, but they were cute, and didn't seem to be a threat, so live and let live, he figured.

Wellspring Arms? Open.

Stark Industries, Thursday

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

William's arrival at the shop had been heralded by several balls with kittens and puppies inside. He hadn't the heart to shoo them away, even though tiny animals and electronics weren't really that mixy.

Which explained why he was being 'helped' today by several small fuzzy animals. You know, if tromping across keyboards and batting things around the floor counted as 'help'.

Park | Thursday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

Stiles initially came to the park to practice some lacrosse moves (he had some, yes) but that all quickly fell by the wayside when he came across a kitten in a ball. He wasn't much of a cat person in general but he made an exception for this badass cat. He chased around the lacrosse ball and was perfectly happy chilling in the pockets of Stiles' hoodie, that made him badass!

He will be named Baron Meowface von Whiskers. That seemed like an awesome name.

[idek. Post is open, of course]

The Devil's Nest- Thursday

[inaskinnyway.livejournal.com]

When she arrived, punctual as usual, Susan still had a small black kitten following her around. She swore she wasn't keeping it and had very real fear of what sort of strays Britta might think were okay to bring back to their room as permanent fixtures.

The kitten would be leaving, yes, but for the moment Susan was keeping an eye on it as it explored the club. Surely Eric would appreciate that.

The Devil's Nest was open.

Atlas Gym, Thursday Afternoon

[so_hawkward]

Clint had thought that the most difficult part of his day would be to figure out how to write up his latest report to Fury without having to mention the past weekend. As it turned out, the difficult part was figuring out how to do much of anything with a tiny terrier on his lap, demanding all of his attention.

"I already scratched your belly," he said, his hand moving nonetheless as the little puppy rolled over and looked up at him. This was so not going to end well for Clint.

Demon Marcus, Thursday

[stars_and_money]

Today, Jeremy was not hidden away anywhere toward the back of the store. No, he and his smart suit were actually pretty near the main entrance.

... Sitting on the floor, playing with a couple of puppies. If anyone came in and asked about it, he was going to say he was making sure they didn't chew on any of the merchandise or anything. But really, it was just because they were cute. And made him miss Midas a little bit.

And he was failry confident in his ability to get up and look somewhat respectable quickly enough, in case Callie happened to come by.

[no ocd!]

Caritas, Thursday evening

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi was trying to juggle the bottles again, a la all the show-offy bartender movies ever.

Tino would be over here, with the broom.

JGoB, Thursday Afternoon

[stykera]

Stark had been headed to JGoB because, well, he was Stark and that was just the sort of thing he did. Nothing unusual there. Getting hit with a ball was unusual though, and when a tiny kitten came out of the ball that was even more unusual.

He had smiled at it and continued walking only to have it attach itself to his ankle with all its claws and teeth. "Ow," he said, reaching down to detach it before resuming walking. This process was repeated and finally he reached down to pick it up. It immediately started purring loudly.

"Fine. No baked goods," he told it, mock-sternly. They probably weren't good for cats. "But you can come. I suppose."

That was how Stark came to be seated at a table with a cupcake, a tiny dish of cream, and a kitten in front of him. Like you do.


[I just think Stark and a kitten would be the cutest thing. The cutest. Open for your pastry and/or alien needs or whims.]