Fandom Post Office, February 21 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

Today was likely to be a slow one, Éponine suspected, although she wouldn't be surprised if everyone left on the island suddenly decided to mail out hundreds of things today just because she'd thought otherwise.

Either way, she had a very large bag of muffins and assorted pastries, courtesy of a successful attempt at convincing someone at J,GoB to let her have all of the day-olds from yesterday. And those would be for herself, thank you, not for sharing, so they were very carefully stashed beneath the counter in the lobby.

[OOC: Open, with the usual SP caveat!]

Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday

[puppy_fair]

You know what was cool? Puppies.

You know what Zack had? Also puppies. Or, well, one puppy, anyway. The rest of the litter that had been here when he'd arrived on the island had been adopted out over the past couple of weeks, and just one was left. People liked 'em small and cute, apparently. Not really a surprise, but it was interesting to see in action while the older, no less lovable dogs tended to stick around a little longer.

The island was fairly quiet otherwise, but Zack was okay with that. He'd gotten used to the quiet over the past few years, and occasionally wondered just how he would have actually fared, if he'd ever managed to make his way back into Midgar. Now there was a city that didn't know the meaning of the word 'quiet.' He still wasn't sure if he was going to miss it or not. He smiled a little to himself - mostly because smiling was his default state of being, whether he really felt it or not - and reached down to pat the pitbull puppy that was currently snoozing in his lap.

He hadn't yet paused to contemplate the wisdom of making a lapdog out of a pup that would one day grow into a brick shithouse of a dog, but even if he had, he was sure there would be someone around who could appreciate that sort of thing.

[OOC: Open, if there's anyone left on the island!]

Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

[tigerundercover]

Raven was in a much better mood at Groovy Tunes this week (not that that was hard), so she was perfectly happy to get into a long, drawn out argument with the stereo. It had decided not to play the entirety of any song, today. Some it skipped to the next track after only about 30 seconds. Some it would play all but the last few lines. Every single one cut off abruptly before switching to something of a totally different style, tempo, and volume.

"What did you do, gain sentience by reading Reddit?" Raven grumbled as she turned down the suddenly blaring polka parody. "Or were you a KGB radio in a past life?"

The stereo swapped to early 00s Russian pop. Which Raven felt didn't clear up a damn thing.

[Open!]