Groovy Tunes, Saturday

[furnaceface]

Groovy Tunes still had oranges.

So many oranges.

And for the life of Jonothon, he couldn't track down what had happened to his actual shipment. The one that had been swapped out for... oranges. Which he would probably appreciate more if he could actually eat the bloody things, but noooo, the shipment of oranges had to wind up erroneously sent to the business owned by a man with no mouth.

Jono gave the oranges a mildly irritated look, and then, grumbling, went upstairs to get a large bowl from his old kitchen supplies so that he could put some outside for passers-by to enjoy.

The rest? He had no idea. They wouldn't keep forever. Maybe donate whatever Hannibal couldn't use to a shelter in Balitmore or something? They'd probably appreciate some fresh fruit...

[OOC: Open!]

Fantasy Costco | Saturday

[taakosgoodhere]

This weeks shipment had come in late and Taako refused to open it out of principle. If it was gonna be late coming in, then he was gonna be late putting it out.

Welcome to Fantasy Costco
Item of the Day
Half a Donut
It's half a jelly donut I didn't feel like finishing

The Beach, Saturday Night

[puppy_fair]

It was another anxious night, for Zack. The sort where he could sleep, if only he could get the shadows in his head to quiet down. He was tired, but they kept chasing him down, until finally he gave in and let himself admit that sleep wasn't going to find him tonight.

So he went for a walk.

Not to anywhere in particular, he figured. Just... out. Get some fresh air. Work off the taut-elastic feeling in his guts and maybe he could escape whatever it was that was chasing him around in his own mind. It wasn't until the waves were lapping at his boots that he really realized where he had gone. Outside of Nibelheim, he had followed the shore as long as he could, until the infantry had caught up to him there, too. And then the Turks--

His grip tightened on the hilt of his sword, and he backed away from the water, standing on the beach.

Before Nibelheim, at Costa del Sol, to keep him out of trouble, he'd gone for a vacation with the Turks--

He looked at his sword.

So, the shadows in his head were going to be the black suits, tonight. He laughed a little, humorlessly. And then he shook his head and took a seat in the sand. Until the shadows left his head, he'd just sit here and breathe. It was a nice night, and the water went on forever. For now, that would do.

[OOC: Weirdly introspective Puppy is feeling weirdly introspective. Open post, open beach!]