The Park, Tuesday Afternoon

[studyingfear]

It was Tuesday.

Rufus didn't have plans for many things on the island yet, aside from his intent to check out both the library and the bookstore in town (he'd passed it on his morning runs), but today was different.

Today, Tseng expected him to check in. This was why Rufus had timed a certain delivery, which he'd discussed with Dante, to be arriving just about now. He wasn't going to pick up his phone, but he wasn't averse to letting Tseng know he was alive.

In his own way.

He was out in the park, since this much green was novel even for him and he was used to blue sky and greenery far more than most residents of Midgar.

"Dark Nation," he called. "Fetch!"

Rufus flung the Frisbee and watched as Dark Nation went tearing off after it eagerly.

It really is just too bad I can't be there to watch him receive it...

( Meanwhile, back in Midgar… )

The beauty of having a lot of money to throw around on trivial matters meant that Rufus knew almost exactly when the package was due to arrive. Which meant when his phone started vibrating not long after, he knew who it was.

To his endless amusement, the phone kept on vibrating as Tseng kept trying to reach him. He’d listen to the voicemails later.

He was certain they’d be a treat.

In the meantime, he was going to wrestle the Frisbee away from his dog and throw it again and consider the day to be a good one. So far.

[Open post is open! The Midgar Interlude was written by the incomparable angry_pie_slice and is NFB, please!]

Streets of Town, Tuesday Morning

[thewrathofkaan]

On Roscoe's first few days here, the many stairways and handrails throughout town had struck him as a delicious opportunity to practice his skateboarding moves. Today he was ready to give that a shot.

Admittedly, the heights made it more daunting than simply racing through the streets back home, but he was sure he could handle it.

He found a good spot where he wasn't too high up and there seemed to be relatively light foot traffic and set off at a glide before he tried his first jump.

"Nice!"

So... this was where he'd be for the rest of the morning. Hopefully he didn't break anything.

Trooper Station - Tuesday

[fracknotfrak.livejournal.com]

The problem with being stuck in suspended animation/peanut brittle for several months?

"ARE YOU EFFING KIDDING ME?"

Is the fact that no one covers for you where paperwork is concerned.

"Ralph? You better fucking take care of this pile of bullshit because I'm not doing it!"

There's also the matter of catching up on current events.

"We were attacked by fucking aliens?!"

It's going to be a long day in the Trooper Station. Free coffee to anyone willing to help shred months of paperwork.

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Sometimes Kitty got bored when there wasn't a ton of people coming in, and those were the nights she ended up experimenting making drinks.

The coffee theme was probably a mistake because while Kitty was fine, Tino was now vibrating in a corner.

Fandom Post Office, May 10

[filleauloup]

Éponine always felt a little bit, uncomfortably, like someone scanning the crowd for a likely mark when a new semester rolled around and she put the NOW HIRING sign up in the window. But it was a practical consideration, wasn't it? She needed people to take on some of the duties around the post office, other people could use the money, it was all perfectly fine.

Besides, she wasn't tricking people into the job, or making them do it whether they wanted to or not; she wasn't her father.

That actually made her feel a bit better about it.

Which was a good thing, since it meant she could devote more of her attention to cleaning up the very large and inexplicable pile of desk fans, clipboards, coffee mugs, and used TV dinner trays that had just been here in the back room when she got in this morning. What was all of this even for? Did someone think they could build things out of this pile of junk?

[OOC: No OCD, open, someone please help me I still cannot stop playing Fallout 4.]

Demon Marcus, Tuesday Afternoon

[omgnochecksyet]

It had taken a substantial amount of coaxing, but Eric had managed to convince FN-2187 to at least consider purchasing some new clothes. That his 'sibling' didn't have any funds of his own wasn't a particular concern. Eric certainly had more than enough spending money to cover a few outfits, so long as they stayed away from the really high-end fashion stuff. Which... Eric was guessing wouldn't be much a of a problem.

"Now, you certainly don't have to get anything new today," Eric said reassuringly as he pushed the door open. "If you're more comfortable in your armor you should feel free to keep wearing it. But this isn't your old school, and the armor's not a requirement here. Also, the weather can get pretty warm in the summers, so it might be worth trying out something a little- lighter." Of course, he wasn't quite sure if the traveling to other worlds would have much of an effect on the weather on the island itself, but he wasn't going to say that out loud.

[ooc: for the stormtrooper cadet!]