Trooper Station, Friday

[firstofitskind]

The day had been going relatively well, Liam thought, until-

The phone call.

"I'm sorry, what's your complaint again?"

"Ma'am, I'm afraid I don't understand. What's a 'weefee'?"

"Well, if it's upsetting your cats, have you tried keeping them indoors?"

"No, I didn't realize the weefee waves could penetrate walls."

"... Sure. I'll send someone over to investigate."

Liam hung up the phone with a sigh.

"All that and I still have no clue what a 'weefee' is. Do you have any idea?" he asked Ralph. Maybe it was some weird Fandom thing he'd yet to hear about?

"Did she maybe mean WiFi?" Ralph suggested.

"Right. ... What's a WiFi?"

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Magic Box, Friday

[livingartifact]

Jenkins was in a terrific mood today, humming to himself as he dusted the shelves and checked over the inventory. His first class had gone well, and he hadn't gotten any crazed phone calls from the Library all week.

Come to think of it, that last bit was almost suspicious. Perhaps he should call them?

. . . No. If they were learning independence, Baird would be furious if he disrupted that. She would let him know if they needed him.

Though . . . if she couldn't let him know. . . .

Jenkins was having a rather remarkable mood swings today. Really, at his age. He should be ashamed of himself.

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Syndulla Scrap, Friday

[futurespacemom]

Well, things were sorted again - or at least as sorted as they'd been before the storm - and the fish smell was slight enough to ignore.

Also, Hera had some of that delicious peppery sauce that Kanan had brought back from Luke's, and plenty of bread to put it on.

Today was a good day.

"No, Chopper, you can't just shoot the squirrels!"

Mostly a good day.


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Groovy Tunes, Friday

[rebelseekspizza]

Was Dante gonna get used to the new store?

All signs pointed to 'not'.

But there was a lot a decent guitar and an afternoon spent playing it could do to settle your nerves, at least. And so that was what Dante was doing, whenever anyone came in: sitting in a chair with a red guitar over his leg, attempting to master that one guitar solo from that Tool song.

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