Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday

[puppy_fair]

Zack was hard at work at Furnado today.

He was hauling in supplies to make a big enclosure up on the roof. A huge one. One that was closed in, of course. It was possible that he was hauling in soil and sod, and then lumber, and more chicken wire than any one person generally ever needed, and...

The little chickens were getting to be big chickens, and sure, they could all have fit into a big cardboard box when they came in, but now they were big enough that, if Zack didn't do something about this quickly, he was going to have to start rearranging dogs to fit them all without overcrowding. He suspected that they didn't have this many chickens in the past, that people generally kept it to bunnies around Easter and those were rehomed fairly quickly, but apparently 'giant bunny trauma' had unexpected results by way of irresponsible parents giving kids pets that nobody in the family intended to care for in the long run.

Woo.

So, that was going to be Zack's day. Building a huge enclosure on the roof, complete with a chicken coop and... a lawn. Because he didn't want chickens scrabbling around on something uncomfortable, don't judge him.

Furnado was open. Did anybody want a chicken?

[OOC: Pff, OCD-freee.]

Fandom Post Office, May 23 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

The copy machine in the lobby was broken today. Which was to say that it was spitting out pieces of paper all by itself, without having anything on the glass to copy, and even when Éponine tried to fix it by . . . well, when she couldn't get it to stop, she resorted to unplugging it. And then taking all the paper out of all the drawers when even a lack of power couldn't dissuade it from churning out what looked like a series of photocopies of words, like someone was running a box of those poetry refrigerator magnets through the machine.

By the time it was evident that the machine would not be convinced to stop, she just collected all the sheets of paper and tried to assemble them into some kind of story.

That got . . . interesting by the time she got back from her morning delivery run, when it started making copies of the smutty poetry magnets.

[[OCD-free but open!]]

Covent Garden Flowers, Tuesday

[shiroi_tiger]

Nathan came in to work today and side-eyed the snapdragons, right off the bat. They sat there, completely inert. They were just flowers, nothing to see here. He squinted a little, and then sighed and decided to leave them be. Not that he figured the plants were trying to bait him so that they could take a chomp at his hand again when he didn't suspect, no, but because they just got in an order of gypsophilia, and at the risk of feeling like a madman, he was going to have to actually acknowledge the softest sounds of infant laughter that were coming from the stuff at some point.

Near the end of the day he was going to leave a note for Peter asking him to double check what kind of world their supplier was located in so that he could rule out 'plants from a weird reality' and get back to blaming these things on either the island, or on his own slow descent into madness.

Whichever.

[OOC: And also OCD-free because effort.]

Fantasy Costco | Tuesday

[taakosgoodhere]

Yep. Place was still a mess. Did Taako care? Not at all.

Welcome to Fantasy Costco
Item of the Day
Mockingbird Gum
A pack of gum containing 5 pieces. Whoever chews the gum is able to emulate the voice of another person for up to an hour
Limit 1

Needful Things; Tuesday [05/23].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Although some of Summer's time in the shop had been spent behind the counter continuing to work on Operation Break Grampa Rick Out of Prison, she was still a really good employee and spent most of her shift cleaning and dusting and sweeping. At some point, when it felt like it was getting eerily quiet, she considered the selection of old gramophones, and picked what she thought was likely to be the least haunted of the bunch, brought it out, found a record, and set to seeing if it still worked.

Oh, it still worked, alright. But what came out of that horn was definitely, definitely haunted. Maybe she didn't need creepy old music that she was pretty sure was interlaced with old incantations or demonic whatever after all. The quiet wasn't all that bad.

But, hey, at least it was pretty?

Needful Things is open!

Turtle & Canary; Tuesday [05/23].

[merchant_of_miracles]

It was true that the Merchant of Miracles was willing to put up with a lot if it meant he might make some money, but, thankfully, when he asked Apu about this Baja Blast nonsense that Moonboy was talking about the other day, the man knew exactly what he was talking about and they already had some in stock. So potentially making money without any of the hassle? Beautiful! And next to it, a box of other flavors that might have been a bit suspect, but, whatever, who cared? It was there, it should be used. It almost put the Merchant of Miracles in a good enough mood to have a sale!

...Just kidding. The Merchant of Miracles was allergic to the word sale. Made him break out in all sorts of chills and shivers and nausea. Not a pretty sight to behold (and what a pretty sight to behold he usually was, too!). So he opened up shop for the day and get to scribbling down a few notes to the Hobblepots and...ugh...Hagatha back home, to poke their brains about what they might know about breaking any curses that let people go to the moon or whatever. He honestly didn't really remember many of the deets.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Baja Blast
Live Wire
Red

~Now Under New Management~

Help Wanted


Turtle & Canary is open!

Groovy Tunes, Tuesday

[tigerundercover]

The stereo was playing . . . something. Raven wasn't super sure what that something was, but there were rather a lot of stray cats hanging around the store today. They all swarmed the door when Raven tried to go out on a lunch break, and she bared a set of fangs and hissed at them until they backed down.

And then followed her to lunch. And followed her back to the store.

Raven wondered if she'd somehow managed to accidentally establish herself as the alpha cat, or if they were just fucking with her. With cats, it was impossible to tell.

[open!]

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

kitty was having one of those days where everything went wrong. Nothing big, either. She stubbed her toe this morning and spilled coffee on her jeans and by the time she remembered what day it was and rushed to get to work, she decided she deserved a drink.

And then promptly dropped it, so if you needed her she'd be sweeping broken glass up from behind the bar.

[RIGHT TIESDAY. Open, no OCD]

Stark Industries, Wednesday (5/24)

[goforthe_optics]

Tali's project for the day was going to be tinkering with a broken vacuum robot -- by which 'tinkering' meant analyzing its programming and trying to code a whole new VI interface for it, instead.

That led to coming up with an energy-efficient miniature thruster system to help the vacuum navigate stairs.

Which in turn led to retrofitting the battery with a much higher-capacity cell.

Which led to adding solar panels to it.

This was going to be an all-day job, but it was going to be fun.

[[No OCD, open, apologies in advance for any SP. Braining is hard this week.]]