Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

The zombies were being normal today, the bar had a new employee, and there was a shipment of pumpkin spice vodka that... was not ordered by Kitty, abd now they had to get rid of it.

SPECIALS
FREE PUMPKIN SPICE VODKA SHOTS

Oh, and a website Kitty was following for advice had said she should start getting her hospital bag ready in case the baby care early and It was fine everything was fine here.


[Open, no OCD!]

Covent Garden Flowers; Tuesday [09/25].

[white_oleander]

Astrid already knew it would be impossible for her mother to come for Parents' Weekend, and there was absolutely no one else for her. Starr and Uncle Ray definitely weren't going to, faded away into her past as sudden and abrupt as they had arrived; she supposed her case worker could show up to check on how she was doing, wouldn't that be fun?

But it wasn't the fact that she'd have no one visiting this weekend that was bothering her today. No. It was still just the fact that she still hadn't heard from Ingrid at all. No letters, no postcards, no phone calls, nothing.

If Ingrid couldn't be here, Astrid wanted to think that at least her words could be. The outlook did not look good, though, and she tried to convince herself that it was just the island, it was just something with the portals, it was a flaw in the strange physics that made this place work.

That had to be it. She had to believe it, because she didn't think she could cope with the idea that it was something else, something far more real and devastating, like that fact that something was wrong or that Ingrid had simply stopped caring.

They were awful thoughts, heavy thoughts, thoughts Astrid was going to try to desperately chase away by wrangling out her feelings into some somewhat tortured looking bouquets with far too many dark colors, twigs and grass to be very marketable, but who knew, maybe with Halloween around the corner, the timing managed to work out anyway.

Covent Garden is open!

The C.I.C., Tuesday Afternoon - Evening [09/25].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Talking to Nina the other day had Prompto feeling like maybe he was slacking off a little around here; he was having a lot of fun, but it couldn't really be all fun and games, right?

Well, technically, the fun and games was totally part of his job, and you couldn't be considered a slacker when you were just doing your job. Not that he needed a whole lot of convincing to accept that logic, anyway, as he swung into the C.I.C. for his shift, tossing the raven another little bit of shiny chainmail to distract him from being a total butt, checked to see if there was anything that needed doing and getting those taken care of before finally settling behind the desk and looking for a good FPS.

Because that totally counted towards weapons training, right?

Good enough for Prompto, anyway.

The C.I.C. is open!

The Magic Box, Tuesday

[always_someone]

Norman came to work today with a simple sandwich in hand. As much as he thought this was a stupid idea, if it meant Bob would feel better... sure, he'd go for it. When your necromancer-ghost mentor demanded you find out if bread was the secret weakness of the adorable jelly demon that had settled into your magic shop, well, the whole phrase was ridiculous enough that how could Norman not at least humor him?

"Hey, buddy," he said, feeling a little bit guilty for entertaining this thought as the tiny pink blob burbled up against his sneaker in greeting. "I brought something for you? If you don't want it, that's fine."

He crouched down and offered it the sandwich.

It cooed in confusion, and then stretched up and, with a 'NOMPH' sound, swallowed the sandwich all in one go. It didn't even change size afterwards to account for the added mass. It did squeak and babble and coo for a moment before rolling around in a little fist-sized ball on the floor.

When it stopped rolling and straightened up to peer at Norman in delight, it had a little brown swirl around its middle.

"... You're a peanut butter and jelly demon now, aren't you?"

It chirped.

[OOC: Open!]

Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday

[puppy_fair]

Zack was in a pretty darn decent mood today as he came in for work. Thursday last week had been... not great, but Ino's birthday had gone well if-he-did-say-so-himself, and he'd even gotten a new employee at the job fair!

... Hiring Prompto had probably only been a matter of time, honestly. But still!

Today, he was dealing with a kind of perplexing animal surrender. A lizard of some sort, which the vet didn't recognize but speculated it was probably still a baby yet, even though it was roughly the size of a basketball as it curled up to nap. Its scales were in a brilliant shimmering shade of purple, and it had a thick ruff of feathers behind its head. And it was snoozing in Zack's lap, giving off little birdlike hoots as it napped.

He managed to resist for a little while, sure, but it was only a matter of time before he cracked and started patting those pretty feathers, which the big baby bird-lizard-thing seemed to enjoy very much.

[OOC: Open!]

Community Center Class: Modern Earth Entertainment

[2_old_for_this]

Peter smiled at everyone from the front of the room. "As I promised, today is the sequel film to last week's. It was made seven years after the first one, and set a lot longer after that. You'll see what I mean. It's also a pretty well-received and major film, and again, action instead of romance, and no teenagers, although there is one kid. There's plenty of snacks and popcorn, so please help yourself, and enjoy."

Luke's, Tuesday

[battlewithstyle]

Mitsutada was having a good day today. He was singing quietly to himself as he worked, because sometimes when cooking you just had to sing.

Today's Specials
Chicken Fingers
Heart of Palm Cakes
Candied Buddha's Hand
Ladyfinger Lemon Torte

You really had to hand it to him, it was a good set of specials.

Luke's was open! And OCD-Free