Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday, 02/08.

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Inspired by the events of the past weekend, Sidon had got it in his mind that perhaps that animals at the shelter would be quite interested in the activity of sport much like the one he had witnessed in the amazing and incredible Puppybowl on Sunday.

The vet on staff that day knew she could have probably prevented this, but a part of her was just too fascinated to see just how the inevitable chaos would unfold.

She also didn't feel it necessary to explain to Sidon that football only had two teams, as he up his makeshift field in the middle of the store and started tying color-coded ribbons around members of the dog team and the cat team and the ferret team and the turtle team and the lizard team and the gerbil team...

What she did tell him, however, was that she was not going to be responsible for any of the clean up and getting everything back in order at the end of the day. That was all on him.

As he cheered each team on in turn, he didn't seem to mind too terribly.

Furndado is open!

The Magic Box, Thursday

[livingartifact]

Jenkins had a leather apron on over his usual suit today at the Magic Box, and a screwdriver in his hand that he carefully used to prod at the innards of a silver metal toaster. He had the counter top cleared off, and a bucket of sand on hand in case things got a little extra hairy. Though he had, of course, unplugged the thing, it was still giving off a disconcerting number of sparks.

He didn't much mind when it shocked him -- it was irritating, but, well, he'd live -- but the threat of the sparks reaching the drier and more flammable items in his inventory were of some pressing concern.

"Now now," he told it. "None of that. We don't want you doing to my shop what you nearly did to Yosemite." He sighed and straightened, setting the screwdriver aside again as he fiddled with the toast controls.

"The Toaster of Albuquerque," he said with a shake of his head. "My, how magic has changed in the last few thousand years."

[open!]

Covent Garden Flowers, Thursday

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had been delivered a bouquet of fake roses, where the actual flowers were apparently made of... pairs of underwear? She was supposed to take the bouquet apart and use the lingerie roses as part of an arrangement with real roses and some other usual things. 'Preferably with very similar tones', the customer had said.

Octavia was ready for Valentine's Day to be over.

But until then, she'd be here, handling some underwear in a flower shop.

[ooc: Open! But subject to SP due to my brain. Link is SFW.]