Luke's Diner, Thursday

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison hadn't finished his set stained glass artwork based on museum security blueprints, so he gathered up all his materials and headed over to Luke's to grab some lunch while he kept working. He claimed a booth off to the side and set out all of his art supplies--only to get distracted by whatever the kitchen had prepared. It smelled warm and spicy and Hardison needed to flag the busboy down and order a serving of everything being prepared.

At that was when he noticed the busboy wasn't bussing tables, but instead was standing next to the piano they'd somehow wheeled into the corner, crooning 'As Time Goes By.'

"Hang on, you need some accompaniment," Hardison said, sliding onto the piano bench. He was going to ask about this later. Probably. "But anybody calls me Sam an' we're gonna fight."

Today's Specials
Chicken Bastilla
Berber Tangine
All served with Khobz
Kaab El Ghazal



[No OCD]

Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday, 01/18.

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Today, it would seem that Sidon would have the pleasure of getting to know hedgehogs, and he just about nearly couldn't handle it. They were just all so very small and sweet and curious and he was really all too distracted by them and their playfulness.

It was important to keep the animals entertained, wasn't it? And entertained they certainly were. They went bowling, pretended to be lizalfos, ordered a pizza, and even took a bath.

Sidon wasn't one to play favorites if he could help it, but he found a strange soft spot for the blue one that ate rings.

Furnado is open!

The Perk, Thursday Afternoon

[always_someone]

It was a nice enough day out today. If by 'nice enough,' one meant 'below freezing' in any way, shape, or form, and Norman had decided to go for a walk around town, to really get to know the area. Of course one of the first places he'd found turned out to be the graveyard, and he'd spent a good couple of hours just chatting with a few of the local ghosts, most of whom were just lonely and wanting some attention. By the time they'd let him make his excuses and take off, his hands were approaching numb and he had a little bit of a drip at the end of his nose.

And so he made his way to the Perk. It seemed like a nice, quiet place to just kind of settle in and people watch, and hopefully there wouldn't be too many ghosts there who knew that he could see them, yet, or else there was no way he was making his way through this hot chocolate without getting strange looks from the barista.

[OOC: Open!]

Trooper Station, Thursday

[firstofitskind]

Liam had taken Verity's suggestion to heart and had Ralph head out to the Bee Lady's house to check in on her. Apparently the two of them had spent a rousing afternoon tying (very tiny) 'healing crystals' to the bees.

He was restraining himself from asking how such a thing was possible, and just focusing on the fact that it meant she probably wouldn't be calling in for the forseeable future.

That didn't mean the phones were silent today, though. Because of course not.

"No," Liam rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "Trust me, I am absolutely certain that nobody is using the tunnels underneath the island to smuggle rum into Canada. For one, rum isn't actually illegal there. Two, as I said, we are on an island. There's nowhere for the tunnels to go."

Was it sad that he was actually kind of missing the Bee Lady right now?