Groovy Tunes, Thursday

[furnaceface]

Today was a Carbon Leaf day. Jono hadn't even really intended for it to be a Carbon Leaf day, but a song that he'd heard on the radio had pretty much punched him in whatever was left of his guts, and from there he had to look into more.

It wasn't fair to say that he was an emotional mess before noon, but he was certainly feeling it. Bloody hell, why did he do these things to himself?

His life choices.

Anyway, there was a sign in the window declaring that he was still hiring, and he was spending most of his shift at the counter with Joni in his lap, because apparently Carbon Leaf demanded tiny cat therapy.

[Open! With thanks to heromaniac for pointing me to the song!]

Freedom Arms, Thursday

[nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com]

The shop was clean.

This made Ron somewhat uneasy.

To solve that problem, he'd bought three of the biggest egg and bacon bagels he had managed to find. There were now bits of bacon in his mustache. He was now at ease.

He needed more bacon, but he'd solve that later.

[[ open! ]]

The Park, Thursday Afternoon

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Chuck had received an email from the Jaeger Academy late last night, informing him that his trial was up and he was invited back to the program. He'd known it was coming - they could only posture and complain for so long before realizing he was too bloody good to keep out of the program.

So after today's walk, he'd be packin' up and leaving the island. Finally.

"How d'you feel about that, Max?" he asked the puppy, who bounced merrily across the grass. "We're going home, mate."

[[ open! ]]

Devil's Nest | Thursday Evening

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Buffy was putting her skills to use today by cleaning some of the more unreachable places of the bar tonight. She had little to no cleaning skills but she did have the balance and agility to attempt some of the more hard to reach spots. Look at her, earning her paycheck.

[OCD-free]

Book Haven, Thursday 6/26

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Today the books were very quiet. Ichabod had felt a little uneasy about his second day at work, as he had been laughed at by a whole bookshop full of books the week before. He took a seat behind the counter, occasionally glancing over his shoulder to make sure the books were still behaving.

[Open, OCD-free and SP]