Furnado Animal Shelter, Wednesday

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A well-dressed woman strode into the store early in the morning with nothing in her hands and apparently nothing to say. She simply bypassed the front desk, stood off to the side, and waited.

Shortly behind her, three burly men entered, carrying a hundred-gallon aquarium that was full up with water and just a few tiny, tiny goldfish. They hauled it onto an unoccupied countertop with great effort.

April eyed the woman. "You know there was an easier way to do that, right?"

The woman slapped a few bills down on the counter and left in a hurry.

April shrugged and handed the money over to the workers. It was a dick move to have even given it to her in the first place.

Stark Industries, Wednesday, 1/22

[ultron_junior]

Victor was still exhausted from the fire drill when he got to the shop. He sat at a workbench, trying to make the pieces of a broken boombox fit together correctly. (Though what he really wanted to know was who even used boomboxes anymore -- the '90s called, and they want their technology back.)

He was midway through fitting the dinosaur with a new disc drive motor when he heard Jarvis say -- as if from far away -- "There are tic-tacs, Mr. Durden."

"You commenting on my breath, Jarvis?" Victor asked the speaker, eyebrows raised.

"I was not," Jarvis said, and paused -- presumably to analyze the air. "Your breath is fine, Mr. Mancha. Just a touch metallic."

"Ha-ha," Victor muttered sardonically, and went back to his work. Spending more time bantering with a robot butler was not going to improve his day.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD.]

Apocalypse Ave by the Docks, Wednesday 10 AM through 11 AM

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A rift appeared in the sky on Apocalypse Ave. It was barely a few feet wide and a few feet long, but from it shone unnatural light. Looking up while standing under the rift would catch you a glimpse of blood-red cloudy sky. Ashes rained down onto the ground from within the rift, drifting peacefully like snow.

When the rift disappeared an hour later, it left little in its wake but a few small flecks of volcanic ash, lost on the pavement.

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Caritas, Wednesday

[shagthis.livejournal.com]

Honestly, up until he'd arrived at work, Jake's day had been going exceedingly well. In retrospect, he should have seen this coming.

Oh, not the delivery itself. That was normal enough.

But the fact that amongst the crates of beer, rum, and other assorted liquors, there was one that had clearly not been intended for Caritas, seeing as it was full of craft supplies.

Including a large tub of glitter that had broken open during shipping, meaning that when Jake opened the crate to unpack what he thought was a case of flavoured vodkas, he instead got a rather thorough glitterbombing.

So, yes, Caritas was open, and the bar was manned by someone leaving glitter-vapour trails everywhere he walked.

Groovy Tunes, Wednesday

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

Well. Eleanor couldn't say she was well-rested, what with having been woken at an obscene hour for a fire (one that somehow hadn't existed? she was unclear on that part) but she was certainly ready to work. She wasn't sure exactly what to do, during the times when no one was in the store, other than "find music."

She tried at first to alphabetize some of the music, but realized it was hopeless; whether Pink Floyd go under P or F depended on whether that was a person or a group, and she had no way of knowing. Finally, she decided to select a few discs based entirely on whether the album cover appealed to her.

This one of theirs, with the light, prism, and resulting rainbow, seemed a good place to start.

(HOORAY FIRST DAY. I go to work in like half an hour so pings might be slow)

Luke's, Wednesday

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi was sneezing. And thus was banned from the kitchen.

She was going to have to remember this the next time she wanted to get out of something.

SPECIALS
Chicken Soup with onions and garlic
Orange juice

[ooc: brought to you by allergies or a cold, and ocd-free because it's so late.]

The Perk, Wednesday Afternoon

[trigons_child]

Raven still hadn't taken the vacation that Karla had been pressing her to take. She always found an excuse, some healing that needed to be done or something else that required her attention. She wanted to keep busy; she didn't want to relax and think. But finally she reluctantly agreed to take just one day off, and Fandom seemed an appropriate place to spend it.

Now she sat at a table at the Perk, sipping tea and trying to decide what to do. Philia was curled at her feet -- she hadn't wanted to leave the dog behind, even for a short time, since she was still wary of strangers at best.

[Open, la.]