Furnado Animal Shelter, Wednesday

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The Animal Control guy came by with a couple of baby chickens today that needed a home, and April quickly found that they were more adorable than she could ever have imagined. She was having a hard time not grinning at them, honestly.

She set up a coop and some feed for them in one of the side rooms, but decided to let them have the run of the lobby at least until lunch. Right now, they were using their freedom to perch on her shoulders.

If anyone ever found out how charming April found this, her reputation would be destroyed in an instant.

Luke's, Wednesday

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A week 'til Present-Giving Day, and things were no longer as crazy as last week. Kenzi was putting up yet more tinsel, because she could.

SPECIALS
NOG
PIE
LATKES

Turtle & Canary, Wednesday

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Christmas had exploded.

Mike had arbitrarily set this past Saturday as the date Apu could start decorating, and it had come and gone without anyone really noticing, because of the homicidal crazy people problem. Starting Monday, Apu had been making up for lost time by moving the Christmas items up front, hanging lights and ornaments and garlands, covering all the shelves with imitation red velvet lined with imitation white fur, setting up the model train running on a track hanging from the ceiling, etc., etc., etc.

Today was the day that the lawn decorations and trees had been set up outside in the street... and there were a lot of them. Some of them were garish. Some moved. Most lit up. All of them were plugged in. There was still room to walk by on the street, although not much, and loudspeakers were set up playing Christmas music for anyone browsing the wares.


Today's Squishy flavors: *Special Holiday Flavor* Eggnog, *Special Holiday Flavor* Green, *Special Holiday Flavor* Red

[The decorations are taking up so much space that the're no room for the OCD.]

The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

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While Derek had managed to avoid the 'special snowflakes' as he came in today, Tiny was not so lucky.

Which would be why Tiny was singing Beyonce with the DJ.

No, Derek didn't want to think about it. Or look. Because there was only so much trauma a guy could take before two grown men doing the 'Single Ladies' dance sent you over the edge into a murder spree or something.

The Preserve, Wednesday Afternoon

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No one could really blame Mike for staying the hell away from the preserve for a while after last week, right? As it was one of the locations of his various near-death experiences (although not one of his actual death experiences, sigh), he thought that was pretty understandable.

But, here he was now.

And yeah, he'd been a little bit freaked out walking through the woods and maybe a little bit paranoid about whether any of those things were still lurking around. But he'd also wanted to conquer that paranoia and pointless fear and tackled it head on, and he'd only yelped once at a random teal deer he hadn't heard moving before he'd seen it. And, he'd made it through the preserve to the chest he'd been out here to look for in the first place, last week. It was a big chest, okay, and it looked like maybe he could put some glass over it and make it into a coffee table for the living room.

Tackling your trauma, and all.

He'd also found the random-ass screamy gun (now thankfully silent) and thrown that in the chest. He didn't think he was taking the gun home, after how the sound had affected Derek, but he also didn't want to leave it just laying about, non-functional or not. So he chucked that in, then closed the chest, and then straightened up and looked down at it.

"... Okay, how am I getting you home?"

He was going to figure out a way.

[ooc: Open if you're hanging in the preserve, sure!]