Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday [07/05].

[in_sidon_we_trust]

With a full morning of classes at the beginning of the day and an afternoon of playing with taking care of the animals, Thursdays were easily shaping up to be Sidon's favorite day of the week this session. Not only did he have the opportunity to tell the animals about the games from the day before, but now he could add on plenty of adventures from his classes.

True, only a few of the animals actually seemed remotely interested in sticking around and listening, but the ones who did made great company.

Even the cat who sat just a foot away from him, purring up a storm and staring at him, making the occassional meow like he wanted to come sit on Sidon's lap, but every time Sidon patted his knee and invited him to do so...he just kept sitting there and staring and purring.

"Do you want to sit here or not?" Sidon asked.

Purr, purr, purr....

"Okay, then..."

Furnado is open!

[[post brought to you by my cat. this is my cat this morning. he is still staring and purring and he's going to kill me, isn't he?]]

Community Center Class: Modern Earth Entertainment

[2_old_for_this]

Peter smiled and waved at everyone before they got started. There were, as usual, popcorn and drinks available.

"I decided that six classes wasn't nearly enough to try to figure some things out, so I thought we'd do this again," he explained. "Introduce yourself if we don't know you, and then we can watch a movie."

Once anyone that had decided on introductions did them, he pressed play and settled in.

The C.I.C. - Thursday

[spectre_alenko]

The shop was back to a single raven today. Kaidan breathed a small sigh of relief. The birds hadn't been problematic, but keeping the door open for them had kept the shop a little warm for comfort, even with the AC on. One bird meant he could keep the door closed and have the temperature inside the C.I.C. be something in the range of 'arctic'.

For someone who liked the cold, he sure had a big mug of steaming hot tea in his hand. The raven quoked and tapped the glass of the counter with his beak. "You want some tea?" Kaidan asked, amused. The bird made a derisive noise. Kaidan offered him a tea bag. The raven threw it across the room. He tried offering one of the disposable hot beverage cups, and it appeared that was what the raven wanted. It promptly started tearing it to bits, making a mess but also making adorable chirring noises.

With a shake of his head, Kaidan collected the tea bag and tossed it in the trash.

Description of shop is here.

[OOC: Open, no OCD.]

Atlas Gym, Thursday Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

So far, summer at the Temple was doing absolutely nothing for Atton's mood. By the time he got to the island on Thursday morning, it had escalated to the point where he'd even - for the first time in what felt like a century - commed Skywalker.

What better way to deal with pent-up frustration than a good lightsaber spar?

And so Atton showed up to the gym shortly after noon, wearing a loose brown Jedi tunic and bearing his two lightsabers. Gave them a little practice whirl to get his wrists back in the game. Maybe do a few practice trials with them while he was at it.

Soon twin yellow blades were flashing through the air, fueled in no small measure by nearly ambient annoyance.

[[ expecting one, but open for anyone who wants to show up to watch or interact or just use the gym! ]]

Luke's Diner, Thursday

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison was still angry about yesterday's potato salad debacle. He had spent the morning hacking Karen's various electronics to make sure that anytime she tried to look up a recipe online, she was added to another spam mailing list and also the search would time out because some people didn't understand that cooking was a privilege, not a right.

His anger didn't abate when he made his way to Luke's and saw the horrifying monstrosity that was their special's board today.

Today's Specials
Summer Salad Pie
Frosted Ribbon Loaf
Candle Salad

"Awww hell naw!" Hardison said, stalking into the kitchen. "You're fired! Y'all are so fired! Ain't nobody gonna eat that! What's wrong with you!"

The busboy just pointed at a table full of little old ladies who were munching down on tuna and jello, egg and ham mixtures in a cream cheese 'frosting,' and a dessert that made even Hardison flush. "They're on their way to a Bingo Convention," the kid said with a shrug. "I guess this menu brings them back to their youth?"

"You're still all fired," Hardison muttered.

"You don't have the authority," the Cook said, and patted him comfortingly on the shoulder.

[No OCD!]