Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday

[puppy_fair]

The rabbits had all been adopted out, the chickens were settling in nicely to the chicken paradise that Zack had set up on the roof (the height gave them a sense of superiority), and things were actually pretty quiet, otherwise.

Until about noon, when one well-meaning Fandomite brought in a weird looking cat it found in the preserve.

Well. 'Cat.'

An emergency run for large amounts of tomato juice not long after said otherwise.

Clearly it was going to be one of those days.

[OOC: Open, but stinky!]

Fandom Post Office, May 30 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

Éponine had the haggard expression of someone who had slept poorly, which could be attributed to her cat carousing about in the middle of the night, knocking things onto the floor with gleeful abandon. The cup of coffee in her hand when she arrived to open up would back up this theory, as would the entire pot of it she promptly started brewing as soon as she was inside. (She wasn't complaining that much. As far as reasons for not sleeping well went, she'd had much worse.)

When a swarm of butterflies burst out of one of the mailboxes, she just sighed, shut the mailbox door, and admonished them, "See that you don't fly into customers' faces, or I will chase you out, just see if I won't."

It was hardly the first time that had happened.

[[No OCD, open, SP almost certainly going to be a thing.]]

Needful Things; Tuesday [05/30].].

[somethingwithturquoise]

As she was cleaning up and tidying the shop a little between the rare appearance of a customer who just had to go antiquing at just this second, Summer had come to a very important conclusion that she wanted to talk to Lady Atriedes about some sort of ban on creepy looking antique dolls. Like, the old vintage fashion dolls were really cool and made her think of her childhood and she totally didn't spend some time dressing them up and maybe playing with them a little bit, shut up, but some of them just gave her the heeby-jeebies. And they seemed to have a habit of finding their way towards the back of cluttered shelves, so she'd just be dusting, minding her own business, and then all of a sudden got served a face like this or like that staring back at her from the darkness.

Ummm....no thank you.

So if anyone needed any creepy ass looking dolls, they'd all be hidden under white cloths today.

Needful Things is open!

Turtle & Canary; Tuesday [05/30].

[merchant_of_miracles]

Someone (hint: it was not Apu) had somehow managed to put in an order for about a hundred cases of choco-chips instead of ten, but, to be fair, the Merchant of Miracles was really, really not very familiar with computers, which he'd argue simply weren't made for fingers as long and dexterous and sticky as his own. When Nahasapeemapedilon had suggested maybe they put them on sale to move 'em faster, the Merchant was about ready to hand over his walking papers. This guy and his sales, what was the world coming to? So, after a lot of chin stroking and pacing, and conferring with the "unicorns," he felt he'd come up with a pretty good solution to maybe move some of those choco-chips.

HAPPY NATIONAL CHOCO-CHIP DAY!
Get your choco-chips now before they're gone.
Make choco-chip pancakes, cookies, smoothies, ice cream, you name it!
Only place to get the best choco-chips on island!

He was pretty sure something as stupid as a national choco-chip day would never actually exist (hint: he was wrong, and had missed it by fifteen days), but, man, people would fall for anything if you pretended to believe it hard enough.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Choco-chip Muffin
Choco-Chip and Banana
Red

~Help Wanted~

Turtle & Canary is open!

Fantasy Costco | Tuesday

[taakosgoodhere]

Whelp, the item of the day shipment was late due to a holiday Taako wasn't even aware existed. So you get nothing today, people. Other than the multiple other items in stock. Deal with it.

[OCD-free today]

Covent Garden Flowers, Tuesday

[shiroi_tiger]

It wasn't that Nathan had meant to be late to work today. It was just that he'd decided, after a few weeks of disagreeable snapdragons (and rather eerie baby's breath) that maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to... well... to arm himself for his shift today, just to be on the safe side.

And so today he had his katana with him, deciding that it was probably a wiser option than bringing a gun into a flower shop, and the first twenty minutes of his shift...

Well. They'd been spent fighting off a shipment of, perhaps fittingly, tiger's jaw that was a little too pleased to see him unpacking them. He'd suffered a few small scratches in the process, but once they seemed to have lost their fighting spirit, he almost felt sorry for the damn things.

Which was why, against his better judgment, he was going to try to propagate a few of them from the resulting cuttings. He didn't exactly want Peter to start thinking that he'd asked for the job just so that he could demolish the stock every week.

[OOC: I didn't forget about this post, I just had to go to work and then there was democracy to participate in. Open!]

Stark Industries, Wednesday (5/31)

[goforthe_optics]

Tali's work days had settled into a fairly steady rhythm by now: get in, set up a modified VI program to comb the multidimensional internet for all the research material she could find on artificial intelligences, then work on any repairs people brought in or poke around to see what kind of project she could come up with to keep herself busy.

When a customer brought in an air conditioning unit late in the morning, that was an easy enough fix, but it did give Tali ideas.

Which was why she'd be spending the rest of the day with an array of parts spread out on the counter in front of her, totally engrossed in an attempt to build a miniature air conditioning unit she could install in her suit.