Luke's Diner, Thursday

[geniuswithasmartphone]

There was a line of snowmen on the way into town and each one wanted a hug. And, well, who was Hardison to turn down a request for a hug, even from cheerful, animated snowmen? Though that did leave him a little chilly around the time he got to Luke's and so headed inside for a nice warm drink.

And somehow ended up getting convinced to paint holiday scenes in the windows by the busboy. Which, okay, didn't take much convincing at all. It had been awhile since Hardison'd had a chance to much painting and the scenes of a festive Christmas village made him smile.

Today's Specials
Weisswurst
Schäufele
Christsollen
Feuerzangenbowle

Less amusing was the argument he had with the dishwasher about not including an image of the Krampus, but Hardison hadn't expected the peace to last long anyway.

Luke's was open! And very festive!

[No OCD]

Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday, 12/21.

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Sidon had been able to convince the lovely people who had done their best to help him out for his injuries at the clinic to release him that morning so he could make it to his shift at the shelter, under the caveat that he took it easy and spent the rest of the day in his room, in his tank, resting up like a proper Zora since they all agreed that dry clinic beds weren't the best for him now that he was patched up and healed over enough. Taking it easy, he could do, and gladly, since everything still sort of hurt, though he was feeling a bit restless. As soon as he got the okay, he'd be hitting the salle much harder.

He knew he shouldn't feel bad about nearly getting killed by a much bigger, much older, completely corrupted version of himself, but he didn't exactly feel good about it, either.

But the shelter had cute animals, and cute animals made everything a little better, and it felt good to take care of something, even a little bit, as he tried to think of what he could possibly do to thank Breq for saving him. There didn't seem to be anything in the world good enough for something like that.

Furnado is open!

The Perk, Thursday Morning

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden had decided she really needed to get out of the apartment. At first she had thought that there was nothing strange going on today, but then, as she found, that there were snow creatures outside that wanted to hug her, she really wanted to kick something. And there was something that came in handy for that. She had kicked a few snowmen, punched a few others and finally made it to the Perk where she had ordered a large pot of tea. She wasn't going outside again for a while.

[Open!]

The Magic Box, Thursday

[livingartifact]

"Yes, of course, Santa," Jenkins said, leaning against the sales counter with his phone and only occasionally rolling his eyes at the ceiling. "I'd love to join you on your post-holiday vacation. I'm sure the Librarians will do just fine taking care of your sleigh." He was not sure of that at all, but if Santa got any more high strung, Gretchen was going to somehow find a way to hold Jenkins personally responsible. "You know, you should invite Colonel Baird and Mr. Flynn along as well." Hopefully as a buffer between Santa's terrible taste in dance music and Jenkins' poor ears. "They'll be honored."

He made a touch more small talk, told Santa to be sure to give Gretchen his love ("Not like that, that's been over for centuries") and finally hung up.

"Oh shiny balls that man can talk." He rolled his eyes one last time, then went back to work -- only to be set upon by a living snowman determined to give him a hug.

Sometimes he rather hated Christmas. . . .

[JENKINS HAS NEW CANON HAPPENING AND GOD HELP ME I'M GOING TO MAKE HIM DO SOME OF IT. Also, open!]