Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [06/28].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

The vet had told Sidon about the chicken-egg-sitting toad that Zack had been dealing with, admitting that she was a little curious if another amphibious creature had ever encountered anything like that and could shed some light on the situation, something she had been reluctant to do because, as she suspected, Sidon gave her a playful ribbing about the whole thing, because clearly amphibious and amphibian were not exactly interchangeable, and, what, just because he was amphibious, he should know every amphibious creature?

He was teasing, of course, but he did try to give it some serious consideration, though he was ultimately no help. He'd never heard of such a thing, and thought it sounded like the equivalent of a Zora staking claim over a Rito egg. He didn't want to delve into it further than that, though, considering how the chickens made him feel deeply uncomfortable and nervous on a level so deep and ancient that he'd never truly understand it.

Trying to avoid thinking about it, he was going to stick with feeding puppies.

Furnado is open!

The Perk, Thursday Morning

[puppy_fair]

It was a nice morning today. Not too hot, not too cold. Zack had taken Girl out for a morning jog, which was always more about nudging himself to get out of the apartment and around than it was even really for the dog's sake, and, rather than retreating immediately to the relative quiet of the apartment above the Groovy Tunes once their jog was through, he'd decided to make a pit-stop at the coffee shop. Girl waited outside, of course, for the few minutes it took to go in and place his order, and then he was coming back outside to enjoy the morning with a mint-strawberry iced tea in hand and a bowl of water and a treat for his dog.

He was perfectly happy to just sit in a chair outside and enjoy the sunshine for a while, his sword propped against the wall nearby and Girl happily going to town at the water before settling herself down in the shade of the table.

There were some days, like this morning, when he was actually pretty content with the quiet of the island. It wasn't where he'd hoped to be by this point in his life, it wasn't even close, but it was better than where he could have been, too.

[OOC: Open! The work crazy has eased off, and today seemed like a good day for some zen with the puppy and his dog.]

The beach- Thursday morning

[thatwaslucky]

With just over a month till she went back home, there were a few things Rey was trying to take all the advant rage of while she could. One of those things was the beach. It wasn't like she knew what to do once she'd gotten on the water, but she liked taking her boots off and walking on the shore with the water hitting her feet. And if she waxed a little farther in, that was fine. If she could take this sort of thing with her, she really would.

Of course, then a wave came through and splashed her well above the knees so maybe she would leave that specific part behind.


[Living vicariously through my character. Open!]

The Magic Box, Thursday

[livingartifact]

Jenkins hadn't kept a lot of his own personal items on the island -- when all you had to do to go home was call up a portal, you didn't tend to relocate very thoroughly -- so it hadn't taken him long to pack up. He probably should have left last week, once his class had ended, but he kept finding another excuse to stay a little longer.

He stood now outside the Magic Box, sipping one last Perk iced latte and just watching the town.

That was where he'd killed that giant rabbit not long after coming to town. And also where the shark had landed.

Good times.

[This is Jenkins' last post. Open!]