Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [04/12].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Sidon had to admit that he was a little surprised when he came in for his shift to find two golden retrievers standing ready and at attention at the main counter. It wasn't that there would be anything wrong if there were two new canine employees, of course, being hardly human himself, but he had just been under the assumption that dogs in this world, just like his own, were mostly just dogs.

The vet confirmed that they weren't employees, they were just really good boys. And Sidon was pleased that they would be so lucky to have such good boys to help them out.

Even if they weren't really that helpful. Sidon still gave them treats and belly rubs. It was, after all, his job.

Furnado is open!

The Perk, Thursday Afternoon

[always_someone]

The job hunt had begun. Having given away his last five last week, Norman needed to find some way to pull in an income. Fortunately there were a handful of shops around town that he could think of right away that he could probably handle working at.

It was not starting great, though. The barista at the Perk was sympathetic to his plight, but as one of the few full-time employees anywhere on the island, wasn't willing to give up regular hours to make time for a part-timer. That said, she was thankful for his intervention last week while that tea person was being a jerk, so she gave him an iced coffee and sent him on his way.

He sighed, sitting by the window, slurping at his drink.

Back to the drawing board.

[OOC: Open!]

The Magic Box, Thursday

[livingartifact]

The pollen had dissipated as quickly as it had spread, but the dog Jenkins had been working with to make his cure was still hanging out in the Magic Box a week later. It was a much more polite creature now, and no matter how many times Jenkins reminded himself that he really ought to take the poor fellow back to the charity he had borrowed it from, he still hadn't quite gotten around to it.

It turned out he rather liked having the animal around.

"I suppose at some point you'll be wanting an official name," Jenkins observed. The dog sat at heel, staring up at him and wagging its tail. "How do you feel about 'Gawain'?"

[open!]