The Magic Box [Tuesday]

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Celia had slept absolutely horribly last night, for some reason. Perhaps it was the onset of warmer weather that had kept her tossing and turning, perhaps it was the futility of her attempts thus far to break her binding, or perhaps it was a deep-seated fear that she'd soon be turned into an animal like so many around her.

Either way, today she was clutching a huge cup of tea at work while she took a break from her usual research and paged through magical zoological texts. "Maybe I'd make a nice owl, or a cat, or raven," she mused. "Or a unico -- no. Definitely not a unicorn."

She probably could have been doing more productive things with her time, but the caffeine hadn't kicked in, honestly.

[open post, no ocd! save me from work craziness omg.]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Everyone had the occasional day where they just didn't feel like doing much. Kitty had taken her sweet time in setting up today, and she'd brought her computer out to get some work done when it was slow, but she was ignoring that so far. She wasn't even goofing off by surfing the web or anything, it was just that she didn't feel like doing anything she could be doing right now.

She'd be fine getting you a drink, though. There wasn't a ton of brain involved in that, usually.

Trooper Station: Tuesday

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Vic was in the office today but was somewhat distracted. It had been over three weeks since she came to the island and had not heard a word from home.

Despite the multiple phone calls and voice mails.

She gave a sigh and gave it one more try.

"Ferg? It's Vic. For fucks sake, can someone give me a call and tell me what the hell is going on?"

She hung up the phone and went back to the never ending pile of paperwork on her desk. How could one tiny island generate so much paperwork?

Freedom Arms, Tuesday!!!

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So it was another Tuesday and that meant more guns!!!!! Guns didn't quite make up for not getting to go explore dungeon-y ruins this past weekend, but guns were seriously awesome, and Rikku didn't ever stay in a bad mood for very long anyway.

Today she was going to add Poisonstrike to a Smith & Wesson. And then she was going to buy the damn thing herself. She still had the Glock Deadpool had given her, but there wasn't any law saying you could only own one gun or anything. And if there was, then it was a stupid law to begin with.

Reno the tiny red chicobo was watching her work and excitedly kwehing, which was supercute. So all in all, a good day.

(open/ocd-free/fleeing for work)

The Park [Tuesday Afternoon]

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It was the flamingos that caught his eye.

The last time Hatter had seen anything like them, he and Alice had been flying away on their mechanical brethren. These flamingos were decidedly not mechanical and Hatter stopped by the pond, head tilted. The flamingos continued to ignore him even while he watched.

"You lot aren't for riding, are you?" Hatter asked, not expecting a reply. "What good are you, then?"

Honestly, what did flamingos even do besides provide a bit of color to a sometimes dull landscape? The flamingos continued to ignore him and Hatter sent them a bit of a glare before he settled himself on one of the benches and stretched his legs out.

He took his hat off and fanned himself with it, almost yearning for Wonderland's constantly grey skies and cooler weather. Being in a spot where seasons suddenly existed again was slightly off putting. In front of him, the flamingos walked around, seemingly content.

"Oh sure, rub it in," he muttered, shaking his head. "You can't even fly!"

[Park post is open, couldn't help myself.]